Javron is a blacksmith in the middle of nowhere. No one knows his secret: that he has a gift far greater than the most powerful wizards in the land. He bends metal to his will like a sculptor does clay, and has created the deadliest suit of armor the world has ever known. Javron’s abilities might have remained a secret forever, until two beautiful women walk through his door. They need a special artifact only Javron can create. But they’re being pursued by the Bandit King – a half-orc warlord who rules the Badlands, and who wants both women for his twisted plans. When the two women are threatened, and everything Javron holds dear is endangered, he has to cast off the shroud of secrecy and become the man he was meant to be. He must become… the Iron Mage. Warning: this book contains harem elements, violence, and adult situations.

    A dying alien brings a dire warning, information, and aid. Will it be enough? The group is informed that the Essence Wave of the Daemon invasion is coming. The friendly aliens have modified the incoming Daemon attack to give mankind a chance by turning it into an augmented reality game system, but their warning may be too late. Along with the warning, the aliens leave a final, inconceivable gift—magical nanotech armor that may just be the key to saving the world.

    I took nothing but the clothes that I wore, the wooden sword that I had carved myself, and a sharpened piece of flint. I didn’t have a cloak to sleep in until later, when I had worked enough to have a few coins buy one. In fact, I didn’t even have a name. I was an Adventurer Monk, a novice, trained by my father and grandfather, but now on my own. My name and my fortune would come as I made them for myself. And that would start in the next thirty heartbeats. My profession was to kill monsters, rescue damsels in distress, and protect the innocent from those who would oppress them. To be the hero. Right now, I was about to embark on rescuing my first damsel. She was in dire distress. She might not survive. But neither would the man about to murder her. He would never get the chance to take her life, but from the look of it, she had suffered life-threatening injuries already. I would revive and restore her if I could. The man would die before he knew that I was there. The woman would survive if I could make it happen. If I myself was going to survive for longer than a month or so, I needed better weapons, better armor, and some companions to watch my back. My father had both of my mothers on his Adventures. My grandfather had my three grandmothers with him. In many places, an Adventurer would band together with other men or women of the same profession and travel for a time, forming and dissolving partnerships as the situation seemed right to them. In the tradition of my clan, as Monks, I hoped for more lasting relationships with my companions. It would be rare to find both a mate and an Adventurer in the same woman, but if I did, I would be very happy. This damsel wasn’t going to be like that. I would rescue her, heal her if I could, and then return her to her people. If they had a reward for me, it would be welcome, but if they did not, I would still be glad to have been of service to her. My name would be Ronin. Over the years ahead I would probably face ruffians, rats, kobolds, orcs, and worse. My Adventures would be several volumes long, unless I died before they were written. But right now, I would deal with this murderer and his intended victim. He would be dead in five heartbeats. I hoped that the girl had more than that still left in her body. I didn’t even know what she looked like. I hadn’t given it much thought over the past few days, but now that I was considering her situation, I started to wonder about the pleasantries of mating and whether I would find at least one mate for myself before too long. I would never force myself upon any maiden, but if she found me attractive and offered herself as my lover, that might be nice. That could wait. The man had two heartbeats left. It was time to strike. Warning…or perhaps enticements: The story of Ronin’s Adventures are filled with monsters, killing, bandits, martial arts, philosophy, magic, elves, mating rituals, emotional turmoil and baggage and past wounding…and a lot of sex and casual nudity. Ronin’s clan has a tradition of having more than one mate, so that’s where the sex comes into it. His story doesn’t shy away from the graphic details of any of it. It’s an adventure story for mature adults. A vicarious romp with heroes, nymphs, and pixies. Maybe you will enjoy it. Writing it was certainly a lot of fun.

    700 miles, no truck and just his loyal dog to accompany him, can he survive in this new world? A world where The System spawns monsters and mutates plants and animals to absorb and refine essence? Let us find out.

    New body.Mind-blowing possibilities.Maybe this world full of jaw-droppingly beautiful women and martial arts magic is just some sort of delusion.Maybe this strong, capable body I’ve found myself in isn’t real.But if it is, then there’s a path that could lead me to everything I’ve ever desired.Wealth.Women.Power.It’s the path of a Champion, and I might just have what it takes to walk along it.I just need to survive the training first.Warning: Inspired by the Wuxia, Xianxia, and Cultivation stories of Asian mythology, Champion is an 18+ fantasy that contains nudity and sex scenes, and a shit-ton of magical, martial-arts action.If such things are not to your liking, you’re in the wrong place.

    Step 1 - Travel to a different dimension on verge of destructionStep 2 - Save dimension from doomsday eventStep 3 - Find the Wayfarer woman to take back so their dimension stabilizesStep 4 - Bind Wayfarer woman to you for bonus powers and abilitiesStep 5 - Get paid and then go back to Step 1

     Elliot is transported to Eden because he's their last hope: A man filled with a power not seen in centuries. He has the rare ability to learn talents from all talent trees, not just one. Only he's not the man everyone thinks he is. Downtrodden his entire life, he's been harboring dark desires deep inside him for years. And now he's finally been given the opportunity to live them. Instead of a hero's journey, Elliot is about to embark on the ultimate villain's journey. Dark Cultivation is a work of fiction exploring what happens when a dark character takes power, not endorsing it. There's sex, violence, gore and profanity. Don't read if you trigger easily.

    He has to bring law and order to the wild frontier. The shocks keep coming when he finds out humans aren't native to Olimero. It is a land populated with fierce orcs, wild beastkin and cunning elves.He may not have their magic but he does have an edge. As an outsider, he has no cap on his stats. He will need to train, fight, and survive if he wants to rule. But with that comes the a world worth protecting complete with exotic beauties he never imagined.Disclaimer: contains detailed adult activities and sexy monster girls.

    He's been betrayed and set up to die. He’s determined that perfidy will just make him stronger.Things are about to change again, as he’s recalled to the capital city to come to a new understanding with the king. The elves are a problem that needs to be dealt with, and if that wasn’t complicated enough the princess has some plans of her own…Content Warning: Not suitable for children. This is a monster harem story with explicitly mature scenes between a man and a woman, and other mature content. You have been warned.

    

    So the night he gets shot at outside his office building is a life-changing one for him. He never would have expected it to change quite the way it does, though.He is about to find out that all those stories he had heard involving Elves, Vampires, and Werewolves were not just bullshit. And he has three sexy paranormal ladies with him now to prove it. Silvana, the sexy Elf who thinks Brandon is something special. Lina, the bratty Vampire girl who wants nothing more than to bite into him. And then there is Johanne, the Werewolf girl who had such a military upbringing that she is still stuck in her shell.They are training him now to be a killer. He needs to prepare for a battle that is coming that will destroy billions of lives. Not just lives on Earth, as he is about to find out. Something that was banished eons ago is slowly getting loose, and now Brandon must fight its minions here on Earth in order to weaken it.This series contains the unabridged text, mayhem, monster girls, fluffy tails, and just plain lots of magic and shooting of bullets. You have been warned, so sit back, enjoy, and grab the popcorn.

    

    Like one moment you’re drinking your coffee and the next you are naked in what looks like a medieval village. And worse, the coffee is gone. Must be a Monday. Paul Walsh really didn’t need this. Divorced, Wrong side of 40 and not exactly what you would call fit. Now some mystical force has set him up as today’s hope to save a village. Kill Monsters, Harvest their Souls and Power their Wall. A magical wall of black energy that stretches further than the horizon and up higher than the clouds. It keeps the monsters out and lets those selected thru. And he’s one of a thousand that have been selected to go forth in the last 3 years. New ones get selected only if the previous never returns by nightfall. No pressure. No pressure at all. Paul’s definitely too old for this sh.. At least there’s Orcs, Centaurs, Elves, Lamia, Harpies and the odd Spider. He also runs into the Dead, Night Ones, Dryads, Driders and Troublesome Nobles. To comfort him there are Fair Maidens, Noodles and yummy Rice Balls. Warnings and Minor Spoilers: This is an Isekai (Portal Fantasy) novel with Adult themes, Swearing and Graphic Violence in its many forms, set in a Medieval style Society, with cultural values to match. Adult relationships with Societal Harem themes that slowly disappear as the story progresses. Please Read with that in consideration. And watch out for the Snotters, they bite.

    My name is Will. Apparently, I’m a necromancer. You would think that I might be a little bit more certain about something like that. Magical practitioners apparently go through a lot of training in an apprenticeship. Again with the apparently. In this case ‘apparently’ is completely appropriate because I didn’t do any of that. I was finally ready to renovate my house, so I was in a pinch for an apartment. I ended up in one that had a bunch of weird reviews. I did say I was in a pinch. It turned out that the apartment had a ghost. I sort of ...uh… well, maybe you should take a seat. I have quite a story to tell. I should warn you first - since my divorce, my social life has been rather...unconventional. By that I mean, I have more than one lady in my life. I have a friend that is a madame. I keep getting chased by zombies. One of my girlfriends likes to be tied up. My story is a slice of life, so I’m afraid you’re going to get a fairly significant amount of detail on my sex life while I struggle to get my brain wrapped around what it means to be a necromancer. If you’re likely to be offended by descriptions of sex, harem-like relationships, prostitution, the IT business, genatalia, project management, showering, domestic violence, cooking, going to the bathroom, women trash-talking each other, and probably about 150 things that I’ve become inured to… ...go have a good life somewhere else. If you’re not worried about any of that, then pull up a chair.

     When a woman with horns and hooves came to my door, I could have stayed in bed. I could have ignored her invitation to a world unknown. Instead, I saved her life. And that changed everything. She is a marvelous creature, with fickle desires and a mischievous glint in her onyx-black eyes. She is brazen and brash and bold — though vulnerable. She is hunted. But she is not without hope. A goddess of resplendent grace and beauty watches over the mythical races of the dark forest. She awaits a champion to save them from the brink of a violent extinction. To protect the women I grow to love, I must abandon my small and backwater life to become something more. I must become her emissary. A holy goddess who sees without sight. A muscled cyclopean beauty en route to the castle's door. A thirsty satyress with a penchant for cherry wine. Together, we will reshape the world. WARNING: This book contains violence and gore, explicit sexual encounters, puppets, a goddess with no love of privacy, monster girls in mortal danger, a pampered prince, dazzling divine artifacts, insatiable women, blessed intercourse in a holy temple, death and dismemberment, a god whose anger ignites at deception, a pageant dressing room of hideous horrors, and a rapist who gets tossed into another dimension.