Nothing rages hotter than the simmering forge that melts his steely heart...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