Purr For The Orc
Zora Black
But when a seven-foot orc drops a half-dead kitten in my lap like it’s my problem now, I should’ve known my life was about to get wrecked.
He’s huge. Green. Scars everywhere. Looks like he bench-presses cars for fun.
And he’s sleeping in my storeroom because apparently kittens are matchmakers now.
Every time I turn around, he’s there — gentle hands on tiny fur, amber eyes tracking me like I’m the real stray he wants to keep.
He growls at developers trying to bulldoze my street.
He builds cat trees taller than I am.
He makes my knees weak when he calls me “mine” in that low rumble.
I’m supposed to be the fixer.
Instead I’m the one getting fixed — by an orc who purrs when I scratch his jaw.
Read on for snarky cat-café queen, gentle giant orc obsession, kitten cupid chaos, size-difference sparks, and a heroine who finally lets the big green beast claim her heart. HEA Guaranteed!
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