Elara Whitcomb knows how to solve most problems with flour, butter, and enough stubborn optimism. Losing her beloved aunt Maribel’s orchard is different. The will is brutally simple: if Elara is not legally married by the last night of Emberfall, the property passes to a secondary heir who is already circling developers eager to turn the land into luxury cottages. With less than a month to save the orchard, Elara proposes the most ridiculous solution she can imagine: a temporary marriage to Brakkor Ironvale. Brakkor is a towering orc lumberjack who prefers trees to people, carves tiny wooden toys in secret, and has his own reason to despise the developers threatening Emberbrook Vale. He agrees to the arrangement on one condition: absolute honesty. Pretending to be in love should be easy. Unfortunately, public appearances become private laughter, fake wedding plans begin feeling dangerously real, and the gruff orc Elara thought she barely knew keeps revealing a gentleness no one else bothers to see. Meanwhile, the same people pursuing the orchard are closing in on Brakkor’s forest, giving their pretend partnership very real stakes. The Orc’s Harvest Vow is a cozy fantasy romance filled with a fake marriage, autumn baking, orchard magic, small-town gossip, a sunshine baker, a brooding orc, environmental stakes, hidden softness, and harvest-season charm. Perfect for readers who love warm monster romance where a practical bargain turns into the one promise neither character wants to break.
Elara Whitcomb knows how to solve most problems with flour, butter, and enough stubborn optimism. Losing her beloved aunt Maribel’s orchard is different. The will is brutally simple: if Elara is not legally married by the last night of Emberfall, the property passes to a secondary heir who is alr...