Bloodfire Orcs

On the midwinter full moon, I am dragged by bandits from the only home I know and stood on a chair in a tavern under the gazes of despicable men bidding on my innocence. But then the shadowy figure in the corner calls out the winning offer, and I realize he is like no one I've ever seen before. Now I belong to Torvolk, Ranger of the Bloodfire Clan, and neither of us knows what this means. He's taken me through the pathway in the standing stones to his world, where I discovered naught is as it has always seemed.

My father always told me I was too impetuous, but when I see a chance to escape my horrible life—being forced to work on my back for the tavern-keeper who owns my brother's debt—I take it. And some valuables on the way out. Is it any wonder I'm chased into the snowstorm… and right into the single arm of a seven-foot-tall, wounded, and grumpy recluse?

I came through the stones to the orc's world to help when 'twas time for my sister to give birth. Vartok is charming and flirtatious with everyone else… but with me, he's demanding, rude, and teasing. When my sister jokes yet again about the pleasure found between a male and female—pleasure I have never experienced—I have one too many ales and decide to do something about it. After all, Vartok is known far and wide as the most experienced at pleasure. But I don't expect the bargain he makes…a bargain I cannot object to when I learn exactly what it will mean for me!