The women of Tulpendam pay eight dollars to put their hands on me, and not one of them has to look at my face.

Twenty-seven years ago this tidy Michigan tulip town ran my father out. Now I’m back, three hundred pounds of orc, running a lounge in his bicycle shop.

Their law says once you’ve been introduced to an orc, full names and a handshake, anything you do with him after is fifty dollars a count. So I built a wall. Six holes, orcs on one side, the town’s good women on the other, and nobody introduced to anybody.

Every request slip asks for the same big orc.

Then there’s Mayor Heather Zuidema. She carves wooden shoes, she stands six foot eleven, and she reads her law like scripture. She wants me shut, with inspections, citations and an amendment against anything within 300 feet of a church. My door is 140 feet from Second Reformed.

I shook her hand at my license hearing on purpose. Under her own law, she’s the one woman I can’t have through that wall.

She inspects on Fridays.

A standalone orc breeding romance, explicit, 18+, with a big, rough hero and a guaranteed HEA.