The Tavern Orc and His Bride

They said the mountain village was filled with rugged bachelors in need of wives. Nobody mentioned the village was surrounded by snow and completely abandoned. All I wanted was a fresh start. Some place warm and safe for me and my goat. Now rations are low, firewood is scarce, and a snowstorm is closing in. When rumblings of eating my goat start circulating, I do the only logical thing I can think of. Grab my goat, a stick, and run. Unfortunately, I run straight into the storm. Straight into a pack of snowbeasts. And straight into a massive orc with kind eyes who smells of cedar and cinnamon. He saves us. Desperate and grateful, I offer a deal: I'll cook in his tavern through the end of winter if he lets us stay. He agrees with a knowing smile that gives me pause. What I don't know? He's already decided I'm his fated mate and winter never ends here. But by the time I realize what's happening, I've long since stopped counting the days to leave and start wondering why I ever would. TTOAHB is a cozy, low-stakes, high heat romantasy novella featuring a cinnamon-roll orc hero, forced proximity, fated mates, eternal winter, and a warm happily ever after.