Stone And Storm Series by Luna Draven

Sarcastic healer Ember stumbles into a cave to escape raiders and finds a massive, dying orc who should terrify her. Exiled warrior Thane—all seven feet and battle scars of him—wants nothing to do with the tiny, irritating human invading his space. Then a deadly blizzard traps them together. One cave. One fire. One fur bed between them and freezing. She won't let anything suffer, even a grumpy orc who thinks her dark humor is deeply inappropriate... moreSarcastic healer Ember stumbles into a cave to escape raiders and finds a massive, dying orc who should terrify her. Exiled warrior Thane—all seven feet and battle scars of him—wants nothing to do with the tiny, irritating human invading his space. Then a deadly blizzard traps them together. One cave. One fire. One fur bed between them and freezing. She won't let anything suffer, even a grumpy orc who thinks her dark humor is deeply inappropriate. He's spent five years believing he's the monster his clan claimed, until this stubborn woman with gentle hands starts making him feel things he has no right to want. Survival means sharing body heat. Proximity means lowering walls. And when she looks at his scars like they make him beautiful instead of broken? He'll burn down anyone who tries to take her from him. But when the storm clears, choosing love over their peoples' hatred could destroy them both. less

Diplomat Brynn was sent to negotiate with orcs knowing she was expendable. When her own people attack in a "rescue" that's actually an execution, massive orc chieftain Kadek pulls her to safety. She thinks she's his prisoner. She's wrong. She's his fated mate. Kadek can scent it on her—honey and fire and mine. His entire body recognizes what his mind refuses: the human diplomat who could destroy his leadership is the one female meant to bear his young. His stronghold is under siege... moreDiplomat Brynn was sent to negotiate with orcs knowing she was expendable. When her own people attack in a "rescue" that's actually an execution, massive orc chieftain Kadek pulls her to safety. She thinks she's his prisoner. She's wrong. She's his fated mate. Kadek can scent it on her—honey and fire and mine. His entire body recognizes what his mind refuses: the human diplomat who could destroy his leadership is the one female meant to bear his young. His stronghold is under siege. His council demands he choose: claim his mate and lose his power, or reject the bond and lose his soul. Trapped together as catapults rain down, she sees past his brutal reputation to fierce honor. He sees past her diplomatic mask to the woman his people overlooked. But when she discovers her own people planned her death, claiming each other means betraying everything they've ever known. less

Senna has three days to save her sister from the Rot. The cure costs a kingdom, and the only way to get it is to steal the Heartstone—a legendary artifact guarded by a monster in the peaks. She expects a heist. She expects a fight. She doesn't expect the stone to wake up. Instead of being stolen, the magic fuses to her chest, rewriting her biology and turning her into a ticking time bomb... moreSenna has three days to save her sister from the Rot. The cure costs a kingdom, and the only way to get it is to steal the Heartstone—a legendary artifact guarded by a monster in the peaks. She expects a heist. She expects a fight. She doesn't expect the stone to wake up. Instead of being stolen, the magic fuses to her chest, rewriting her biology and turning her into a ticking time bomb. Now, the only thing keeping her from incinerating the mountainside is Gorvek, the terrifying Orc Guardian sworn to protect the very thing she tried to take. Gorvek is a wall of scarred muscle and iron duty. He should have executed her the moment she touched the dais. Instead, he’s forced to become her anchor. To keep the magic from consuming her, he must touch her—skin to skin, heat to cold—grounding the lethal fire with his own body. Trapped in the Deep Roads with a woman who burns like the sun, the monk-like Guardian finds his resolve shattering. Senna is the enemy, the thief, the vessel. .. and the only thing that has ever made him feel alive. less

Survival is a numbers game. Falling for the blacksmith wasn't in the budget. Sybil lives by one Panic is a caloric waste. As the quartermaster for a vital supply convoy, she balances the ledger and ignores the odds. But when a warlord triggers an avalanche that seals the Ice-Throat Pass, her math fails her. Trapped in the freezing dark, she is forced to rely on the one variable she can't Axle. Axle is a reclusive Orc blacksmith who swore he’d never forge a weapon again... moreSurvival is a numbers game. Falling for the blacksmith wasn't in the budget. Sybil lives by one Panic is a caloric waste. As the quartermaster for a vital supply convoy, she balances the ledger and ignores the odds. But when a warlord triggers an avalanche that seals the Ice-Throat Pass, her math fails her. Trapped in the freezing dark, she is forced to rely on the one variable she can't Axle. Axle is a reclusive Orc blacksmith who swore he’d never forge a weapon again. To him, Sybil is a headache wrapped in wool—too loud, too anxious, and far too fragile for the winter. But as the temperature drops and the enemy closes in, the grumpy smith and the neurotic strategist are forced into the only warm place his forge wagon. They have to share body heat to survive the night. But when the sun rises, they’ll have to burn the world down to survive the war. less

Disgraced Royal Navy Navigator x Cursed Orc Captain. Maren deals in absolutes. She sees the world in vectors, currents, and probability. But after being scapegoated by the Royal Navy for a disaster she predicted, she’s left with nothing but a stolen coat and a burning need for vindication. Her only hope? The Iron Tooth, a rotting whaler commanded by Bruk. Bruk is a walking target. A massive, scarred Orc who killed a sacred leviathan, he is hunted by the Sea God itself... moreDisgraced Royal Navy Navigator x Cursed Orc Captain. Maren deals in absolutes. She sees the world in vectors, currents, and probability. But after being scapegoated by the Royal Navy for a disaster she predicted, she’s left with nothing but a stolen coat and a burning need for vindication. Her only hope? The Iron Tooth, a rotting whaler commanded by Bruk. Bruk is a walking target. A massive, scarred Orc who killed a sacred leviathan, he is hunted by the Sea God itself. He hides behind silence and heavy leather gloves, terrified that his touch acts as a beacon for the monsters of the deep. But when a supernatural storm traps them in the lead-lined captain's cabin, the temperature rises to lethal levels. To survive the freezing fugue of her own magic, Maren must demand the one thing Bruk refuses to give: his bare skin. He is the curse of the ocean. She is the only one who can steer him home. less

She helped kill forty of his people. He holds her pardon. They have to save each other anyway. Vael is a convicted traitor with a conditional pardon and no expectation of survival. Drokk is the orc war chief who lost forty clan members to her leaked battle plans — and who now commands the war camp she's been assigned to. He needs her tactical mind. She needs his army. The Shadow King's mole is bleeding intelligence from inside the camp. The fortress assault is running out of time... moreShe helped kill forty of his people. He holds her pardon. They have to save each other anyway. Vael is a convicted traitor with a conditional pardon and no expectation of survival. Drokk is the orc war chief who lost forty clan members to her leaked battle plans — and who now commands the war camp she's been assigned to. He needs her tactical mind. She needs his army. The Shadow King's mole is bleeding intelligence from inside the camp. The fortress assault is running out of time. Forced proximity. A poisoned bolt she tackles him away from. Late nights at the map table that start as work and stop being only work. She plans defensive lines his soldiers will stand behind. He holds a pardon he doesn't have to honor. Neither of them planned to build anything. less