Grinchy Orc Cowboy by Ava Ross

They warned me orcs are possessive, but they didn’t mention how addictive it feels when one decides you’re his.
Carla: I have three weeks to organize Lonesome Creek’s rodeo program. This major consulting contract could be a make-or-break moment for my career. The problem? The grumpy orc cowboy in charge thinks I’m a know-it-all and that I’ve never been on a horse, let alone a sorhox. He’s not wrong about the riding part.
But somewhere between arguing about sorhox safety protocols and watching him be surprisingly gentle with kids, I’m falling for seven feet of stubborn orc competence. Too bad my contract ends December 26th. How do you convince the most guarded male you’ve ever met that you’re worth taking a chance on?
Becken: The last thing I need is a human consultant disrupting my program with “industry standards” that don’t apply to sorhoxes. I came to the surface to escape my broken heart, not deal with a woman who thinks she can revolutionize our cozy western town in less than a month.
But Carla’s strong-willed, determined, and throwing herself into every Christmas activity like she’s cramming a lifetime of holidays into a very brief time. I survived losing my first mate by avoiding attachments. So why am I planning the perfect Christmas morning for a woman who’s leaving, one who may take my heart along with her when she goes?