Cookies For My Orc Neighbor

Cookies For My Orc NeighborSweet Monsters Treats #1 Michele Mills Contents Cookies For My Orc Neighbor1. Grace2. Alden3. Alden4. Grace5. Alden6. Grace7. AldenEpilogueEpilogue Copyright © 2023 by Michele Mills All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Cover Artist: Editor: Aquila Editing Created with Vellum Cookies For My Orc Neighbor The big green Orc living next door to me is so very mysterious. He works from home and rarely goes outside. And when he does go out, he never wears a shirt buttoned over his massive chest, no matter the weather. Small children and senior citizens run screaming when he stomps to his truck, so I guess I understand his reticence? But today is Valentine’s Day and I’m worried the big guy is sad and lonely. My neighbor is more angry-looking and growly than usual, despite that darling puppy he recently adopted. And since I happen to be alone this Valentine’s Day too, I decide to bring him a plate of my famous sugar cookies. Everyone warns me not to disturb him because Orcs always claim their Brides in the dark of winter. But for some reason, this doesn’t worry me at all. Sweet Monster Treats Cookies For My Orc Neighbor is a sweet and steamy monster romance that is part of the Sweet Monster Treats collection. Each book is a standalone, containing its own Happily Ever After, and they can be read in any order. Be sure to explore the other titles in the collection: Candy For My Orc Boss by Ava Ross Cupcakes For My Orc Enemy by Honey Phillips 1Grace Another winter storm recently slammed into our part of the state, leaving behind six inches of snow and many disgruntled townsfolk. Luckily the sun shines bright this morning, and the skies are fair. Water drips everywhere. Walkways, cars and streets are clearing at a rapid pace. Snowplows recently scoured our street and people are out and busy today, trying to dig out and get stuff done. After all, next week is Valentine’s Day. I stare out my window as my mysterious, hulking neighbor, Alden Overlook, stomps over to his big red truck. He looks angry again. I’m not sure why. But then my Orc neighbor always looks disgruntled. This is part of his charm. My kitchen window is positioned at the corner of my house, with the sink right below, directly facing Alden’s front yard and driveway. I’m busy washing dishes, not checking him out, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Six months ago, I moved in next door to this grumpy Orc with muscles for days and abs that won’t quit. Soon afterwards my preoccupation for all things Alden began. A deep sigh escapes my lips. I start soaking some pots and pans. Alden is probably just going out today, trying to get some groceries, like the rest of us. I daydream for a moment… What it would be like, going grocery shopping with him? A fluffy black puppy squirms underneath his massive green arms. A wide smile spreads across my face. That dog is so darn cute. It’s a mini schnauzer and I know what breeder he got her from and what he paid for that darling puppy. Yes, this is my level of obsession. Is he going to take his puppy into the store with him? I’d think he’d have to, considering how cold it is today. I smile, imagining that energetic dog in the cart. I guess the staff at the grocery store would make an exception due to the weather, especially if he went to the smaller local store on Main Street—they’re always nice about stuff like that. My neighbor’s perennially unbuttoned flannel shirt flutters in the breeze as he makes his way down his front walk. It’s amazing how he never seems cold in this type of weather. The man has no need of gloves, scarves or coats. He just stomps through the snow with heavy work boots and jeans and he’s perfectly warm. In the summer he doesn’t even bother with shirts unless he’s running errands. He’s already shoveled the snow off his driveway and the roof of his truck and scraped all the ice off the windshields. The truck is warming up. Oh, how I loved watching that display of manly snow-shoveling earlier this morning. The moment I heard that scraping sound I was pressed against the window. Alden Overlook can swing a snow shovel better than anyone I’ve ever met. I might’ve taken a few secret pictures of his epic bulging muscles and that perfect chest. Shh, don’t tell anyone. He even shoveled the snow off the sidewalk in front of my house too, as well as the neighbor’s on the other side, because he’s helpful like that. Never expecting a thank you. He’s done this many times since I moved in, always leaving behind white calcium chloride pellets. Never expecting a thank you. Meanwhile, Alden’s a notorious recluse. Whenever he steps out of his house, I’m on high alert for a rare sighting. No one seems to know much about him. I assume he’s either self-employed or able to work from home. He only exits his front door to work on his front yard or his car, or maybe to run errands. I can’t blame him for staying inside most of the time since simply stomping to his truck in his own damn driveway often causes small children and senior citizens to cry out in fear. It’s ridiculous. If anyone is walking down the sidewalk at the same time he steps out of his house, someone will scream. I’ve seen it myself many times. I suspect it’s the deadly horns that burst out on either side of his forehead, and the fangs that recently started jutting up from his