Simply Sam’s Reviews > Honor Among Orcs > Status Update

I had to pause on this one for a bit. I like the world just not loving the focus on the romance I guess. Give me more action and less I can't live without you. Plus, everyone keeps talking about how strong our MC Arianna is but so far I don't buy it. It's not bad writing I just need a breather!

And even if the Vidthursar were welcomed home, the Hrimthursar would still be left upon the mountain, sneered at for their brutish appearance. As if the color of their skin and the shape of their bodies had anything to do with their hearts, their honor, or their very spirits.

The house smelled like the king’s library, not that she’d spent all that much time inside it...she’d only been taught how to read and write so she could spy on her future husband, whoever he was, and send reports back to the king, when the time came. To incriminate herself, most likely. Never for pleasure.

I'm glad she didn't try to make her a relatable reader.

He grasped her hip as he broke the kiss, bringing her tight against the hard ache of his desire. “Do you doubt me still?” he asked her softly, pressing his forehead to hers. He felt her smile in his heart, in the song of her heartbeat, and the touch of her nose to his. “Only when you stop.”

His voice came low and rough. “In the darkness, I do not have to be orc.” “Oh,” she breathed. This time when she brought her hand to his mouth, he did not stop her. She touched the tusks on either side, then the place she knew his tattoos swirled in patterns she didn’t understand. How could he not have known, all this time? “But it’s because you are orc.”

Her fingers grazed his warm skin, puckered and calloused as his palm. He caught her hand and drew her in, his yellow eyes glinting in the dark. His heart sped beneath her cheek when she pressed it against the hard muscle of his chest. Strong and fast, just like hers, even if his skin was grey-green.

The voice from the mirror haunted her still, whispering in her dreams. If he had known her name, would she hear him calling it? It was her heartbeat that had interested him, drawing him forward. And her heart still raced, thinking of him.