This Orc's Got Rizz

I bluffed my way onto a wilderness survival show.
My actual survival skills are poker and room service.

I need the prize money.
What I don't need is Ghorlan.
The six-foot-eleven of grumpy orc with forearms I refuse to look at.

He builds us a cabin with a pocketknife.
I watch his hands and call it research.

Then he tells me about his clan's bedtime tradition.
Sadly, it's not cuddling.
It's confessing one mistake a day, on camera.

I'm a professional liar.
This is my horror movie.

Worse, the big grump is sweet.
He gives me half his rations.
He makes me feel valued when he shouldn’t.

Then the network airs its edit..
And four million viewers decide my orc is the villain.

They want me to fold.
I'm going all in on him.

Tonight's thing I got wrong?
Thinking I'd ever let him go.

Read on for a poker-faced fraud and the gentle giant who calls her bluff, one tarp and one pot for two, forced proximity on a freezing mountain, a reality TV edit that turns the good guy into the monster, and a nightly confession that gets far more honest than either of them planned. HEA guaranteed!