I'm falling for my gorgeous orc roommate, but he's got a secret.
I'm serving up the morning crowd at my struggling diner when a tall, brooding, yet surprisingly endearing orc strolls in, making my heart flip like a pancake on the griddle. Could he be the butter to my syrup?
He eyes the menu like a kid in a candy store, and it tugs on my heartstrings. Is he down on his luck? I trust my gut and give him my breakfast special, a full meal for only ninety-nine cents. Next thing you know, I'm inviting Deegar to crash on my couch.
As a recent arrival from the orc kingdom, Deegar needs help settling so I give him a job at the diner and offer myself as his guide to all things human. We navigate thrift store misadventures (they seriously need orc-sized attire) and set up his social media presence. Yes, he's cute (actually, he's devastatingly handsome), but does he really need a fan club?
I'm falling head over heels for Deegar, and I hope he feels the same, but I can't help feeling he's hiding something from me.
Can our whirlwind romance survive the wildest of twists, or is our love fated for a tragic ending?