Healer of the Stone Spear: A Steamy Fated-Mates Orc Romance (Orc Mates of the Stone Spear Clan Book 1)

An orc warlord sworn to no other mate. A human healer taken in the night. A soul-bond that can win his war if it doesn’t kill her first.

I was halfway through bandaging a little girl’s burned hands when the orcs rode out of the dark. Now I’m standing in their warlord’s tent with one eye swollen shut, and he hasn’t said a word. He’s eight feet of scarred green muscle, with somebody’s knucklebones braided in. Then his warriors carry in three of their own, rotting from wounds no orc can close, and I’m too busy to be afraid.

Healing magic is a human gift, and his camp is burying its wounded, so he keeps me. He also gives his warriors one law: no orc touches me without my say-so, or they die. Not even him. The Iron Maw burned the river villages and my brother with them, so I know what orcs do. I wasn’t ready for one who keeps his own rules. I’m even less ready for the heat that goes through me the first time my hand closes on his arm.