Sweat Trickles Down the Blacksmith's Chest
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His name is Aethelred, but everyone calls him Plomp... except the frightened peasants who call him "Ogre" because of his heft, his awe-striking muscles and his scarred neck.
Can Oliver the sprightly barman from next-door tame this wild beast of a man? Will their neighbors and countrymen allow their love to flourish?
Oliver will stop at nothing to save his man from bandits, rock-throwing bigots, murderous troglodytic dwarves and the ravages of a lifetime of loneliness!
12k words, HEA, no cheating, steamy MM erom