I listed an orc as my emergency contact.
Not my fiancé, editor, or my mother. Nope, I put down the number of a seven-foot-tall green monster I've never actually met in person. Apparently, that was the best decision I ever made. I'd been chasing a story connecting a corrupt billionaire to Colombian drug money. And one rainy night, while meeting a contact, I was kidnapped off the street in Bogotá. Now I'm locked in a muddy pit, and the cartel wants to make sure I never publish what I know. Ugh. Twelve days later, I'm starting to believe my government has completely forgotten about my existence. When suddenly, a massive, heavily armed green orc emerges from the jungle at midnight. Jonus Irontree. The male I originally met during a fifteen-minute interview, which later turned into weeks of late-night video calls. The smooth-talking orc media handler who made me laugh when I'd forgotten how. And the male I eventually listed as my emergency contact instead of my fickle fiancé. "Sloane." Jonus's voice is raw. Furious. "I've got you." But getting out of Colombia alive is just the beginning. The men I'm about to expose have a long reach and longer memories. And staying close to the orc who saved me means confronting something that terrifies me more than any cartel—a forever I never saw coming. This is the third book in the Orcs Love Curvy Girls series but can be enjoyed as a standalone. There is no OM drama!
