Good day lovely readers! Thank you for joining me. I am M.D. Grimm and I am here to promote my newest release, โA Priest, a Plague, and a Prophecy.โ This is a single title involving a sweet man who enjoys food, plants, and books, and the manly (secretly sweet) orc warrior who falls in love with him. I am thrilled to finally publish this story. I finished it as the dreaded virus ramped up and decided to shelve it since it involves a plague. But the plague is an off-page impetus to certain events later in the book. Rest assured this is a sweet, low(er)-angst, no-sexy-times-but-lots-of-snuggles, sort of story. Elias is ace but wants romance, and Gurrkk is just the orc to give that to him!
Letโs meet the manโor orcโof the hour, Gurrkk.
ME: Welcome back lovely readers! Thanks for joining me for another interview. This time with Gurrkk, the orc in the relationship. Weโve fed him and strapped him down so he canโt leave.
GURRKK: I bet I can break ropes.
ME: Please donโt. Nowโ
GURRKK: (wiggles and yanks at ropes) I can do it.
ME: But we donโt want you to. Please stop. Now, when you first met Elias, what did you think? Was it love at first sight?
GURRKK: (still straining against ropes, growling) Nah. He smell nice and no run me through with sword. And he feed me. And get me out of trap. He save my life.
ME: When did you realize you were in love with him? (whispers) Stop trying to break the ropes!
GURRKK: When we hide in his room with bed. Slept on bed. And bathed together.
ME: Oh, uh, right. Letโs move onโ
GURRKK: He was shy. No touch. (grins) He not shy now.
ME: Right. About your clanโ
(Gurrkk snaps the rope off one arm and bends to use his teeth and claws on the other)
ME: Seriously, Gurrkk, please stop. I only have a few more questions. All these people came to see you andโ
GURRKK (muffled by rope) I almost โave it! I will win contest.
ME: There is no contest! I just needed you to sit still forโ
(Gurrkk tears free of rope and jumps to his feet, waving his hands in the air.)
GURRKK: Did it! I WIN.
ME: Good lord.
GURRKK: Where is prize?
ME: There is no prize. Thereโs no contest!
GURRKK: (sounding sad) No prize? But I win.
ELIAS: (off screen) Just give him something please! Or heโll pout for the rest of the day.
ME: For the love ofโฆ here, take my last chocolate bar.
GURRKK: (cruelly snatches bar) Chocolate.
ELIAS: (off screen) What do we say, Gurrkk?
GURRKK: (mumbles) Tโank โou.
ME: (sighs) Youโre welcome. Can we get back to the questions now?
GURRKK: (looking puzzled) Questions?
ME: Yes. The reason weโre here.
GURRKK: I thought it was for contest.
ELIAS: (off screen) Stop playing with her, Gurrkk!
GURRKK: (smirks)
ME: Get out. Just get out. Smart ass.
GURRKK: Chocolate good. (exits)
ME: Now I really need alcohol.
I am currently working hard on the final draft of the next The Shifter Chronicles. This will be book 16 (!), and will revisit the couple from book two, Love is a Whirlwind. This one is Blood of the Whirlwind, and I hope to have it ready for a January 2024 release.
As for this year, I have book 9 of The Stones of Power, Jade: First and Last available for preorder, due out in July 2023, and the first book in my Sisters of Song duology, titled Song of Flames will hopefully be ready by October. Flames will be a mmf involving two dragon mates and the woman thief who steals their hearts (instead of their treasure).
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I hope you stay safe and healthy, and may dragons guard your dreams,
M.D. Grimm

M.D. Grimm has a new MM fantasy romance out (ace, bi, demi): A Priest, a Plague, and a Prophecy. And there’s a giveaway.
โOrcs are the answer but what is the question?โ
Elias is a priest at the Temple of the Divine Sibyl. When he becomes lost in the woods after his brotherโs hunting party abandons him, itโs just his luck that heโd stumble upon an angry orc caught in a trap. Unable to stomach the suffering of others, Elias throws self-preservation to the wind and frees the orc. Then Gurrkkโthatโs a name?โends up leading him to safety.
Gurrkk finds himself rather smitten by the sweet, awkward human. Heโs always been fascinated with his peopleโs sworn enemy, and now he has a life debt to fulfill to maintain his honor.
Hiding an orc among the templeโs crypts wouldnโt have been Eliasโs first choice but Gurrkk is stubborn about leaving. As they learn each otherโs languages and spend more time together, Elias realizes theyโve become friendsโฆ and maybe more. And when the dying sibyl gives her last prophecy, Elias knows it wasnโt chance that brought them together, it was the gods.
But why?
This is a sweet, ace romance, so no sexy times, but plenty of snuggles and cuddles!
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Excerpt

Elias closed his eyes and clasped his hands under his chin, sending a fervent prayer to the gods, asking for a sign. Any sign that would lead him home. Seconds passed. Minutes. He cracked open one eye to look around. Seeing nothing, he glared and set his fists on his hips.
So much for divine intervention.
โIโm one of your priests, and you donโt give me the time of day,โ he mumbled as he set off down the left-hand path.
He was hungry again.
Even as he was contemplating the pros and cons of eating one of his last apples, he stumbled around a thick tree before halting in shock.
An orc sat on the ground, his greenish-gold skin glistening with sweat and his coal-black eyes glaring with menace. He was almost bald, except for a spiky strip of green hair running from his forehead to the back of his skull. The lack of hair accentuated his large ears that moved independently of each other. Two pronounced fangs jutted up from his lower jaw, which was square and blunt, and more sharp teeth showed when he growled.
Elias stayed frozen, taking in the long black tunic cinched at the waist by a gold cord. The short sleeves were trimmed with gold thread, baring muscled arms. The stately garb struck Elias, making him wonder as to the status of the orc. Did they have hierarchy as humans did? The tunic ended around his knees, leaving the rest of his muscled legs bare. Also, this orc wasnโt of monstrous size, so he couldnโt be of the mountain variety. He was certainly taller and broader than Elias, but also leaner, corded with muscle, like that big cat Elias had spotted earlier. And his face wasโฆ not horrible. Brutish and sharp but not hideous or even ugly. Those illustrators of tomes really set out to depict orcs as the most horrific creatures ever to grace the earth.
The urge to run made his palms grow damp and his breath to quicken. Not that he could run for more than a few steps before wheezing because he was so damn out of shape, and why the hell didnโt he train with his brother? Iโm going to die, Iโm going to dieโฆ.
Then his gaze traveled down to the reason the orc was sitting on the ground and not eating his face. Vicious steel jaws had the orc by the ankle, piercing deeply into his flesh. The jaws were attached to a chain that was buried into to the earth. The fact the orc hadnโt freed himself meant this was one of the trick jaws. One specifically made for capturing orcs. The scoured earth around the chain proved that the orc had tried to dig himself free but clearly hadnโt succeeded. His ankle was a mess of torn flesh and caked blood, and only then did Elias notice the buzz of flies.
How long had he been sitting there, in pain? In fear?
Sympathy rose with anger not far behind. Elias and the orc stared at each other, and Elias found himself stepping closer without consciously deciding his actions. The orc growled deeper, eyes narrowed in warning. Elias stopped again, wondering what he was doing. This was an orc! The enemy! The beasts that kept trying to take their lands. Attiusโs tirades whirled through his mind even as the battle songs about marauding orcs jangled in his memory.
Heโd never joined in. Heโd never had anything personal against orcs. He never thought one way or another about them. Fighting them wasnโt a part of his world. Most of his life had been spent ensconced in the Temple of the Divine Sibyl, which was safely behind fortified stone walls and separated from the general populace of the city.
He was sheltered and he knew it. To see such ugly pain in another living creature struck him to the core. That was one of the reasons he didnโt eat meat. He couldnโt reconcile killing just to feed himself when there were plenty of other things to consume if he simply looked.
At that moment, this orc was no different than any other wild animal caught in a trap. And would he let such a creature die so horribly? No, he would not.
Taking a deep breath, and with more courage than he would profess to have, Elias crouched before slowly pushing off his pack. He kept his eyes on the orc and opened the top flap before tilting it to show the orc that it only held medicines, plant samples, parchment, and ink.
โI donโt want to hurt you,โ he said gently. โCan you understand me?โ
The orc made no indication either way. He continued to growl and glare.
โI want to help you.โ Elias took the one weapon he had, a long dagger, and showed the orc the blade before tossing it away. The orc stopped growling and blinked in apparent surprise. Elias shuffled closer on his knees, keeping his demeanor as non-threatening as possible. He almost snortedโas if a soft priest like him could be threatening. He kept speaking in low tones as he would to a frightened animal. He kept his pack held out in front of him, hoping the harmless items would convince the orc he wasnโt a hunter.
The orcโs large nostrils flared, and he squinted into the bag. He must have smelled the remaining apples, the plant samples, and the few healing ointments Elias carried with him everywhere. Elias set the bag within easy reach of the orc just in case he wanted to investigate. Then he took a good look at the steel jaws and winced.
The orc didnโt wear shoes, his sturdy, rough feet tough enough not to need them. His nails were more like claws, almost identical to those on his fingers. The trap would have been covered, and heโd stepped directly onto the triggering mechanism. The blades had barely missed his foot to cut into his ankle, probably scraping against the bones and tendons.
Elias took a moment to fight nausea.
โDamn. Once I free your leg itโs going to bleed profusely. I have to wrap it fast and tight.โ He glanced up and met the orcโs eyes. Grim determination stared back at him and Elias blinked. โYou do understand me.โ
Author Bio

M.D. Grimm has wanted to write stories since second grade (kind of young to make life decisions, but whatever) and nothing has changed since then (well, plenty of things actually, but not that!).
Thankfully, she has indulgent parents who let her dream, but also made sure she understood sheโd need a steady job to pay the bills (they never let her forget it!). After graduating from the University of Oregon and majoring in English, (letโs be honest: useless degree, what else was she going to do with it?) she started on her writing career and couldnโt be happier.
Working by day and writing by night (or any spare time she can carve out), she enjoys embarking on romantic quests and daring adventures (living vicariously, you could say) and creating characters that always triumph against the villain, (or else whatโs the point?) finding their soul mate in the process.
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