You know the drill. Includes intimate scenes with multiple woman, all of whom are willing and eager, a seriously OP MC, swearing, and a healthy helping of violence. It’s an isekai / portal fantasy set in an alternate Ancient Egypt (but written in modern American English), complete with the usual pantheon of gods, monsters, and temples, and there may even be a mummy or two.

    A laugh-out-loud romantic comedy about life, love and contemporary manhood, Tom Cooper is a male Bridget Jones for our times.  ‘A gloriously self-aware, satirical romp through the terrors of relationships, family life and survival.  Philip Roth meets Cold Feet!’ Helen Lederer (Absolutely Fabulous, Losing It (P.G.Wodehouse Award nominee))   ‘Spencer Brown is endlessly inventive and delightfully, dependably silly, like a joy-seeking missile’ Richard Ayoade (The IT crowd, Submarine, The Crystal Maze) ‘An aspirational figure for the men of today’ Omid Djalili (Live at the Apollo, The Infidel) ‘Very funny. Peep Show combined with Outnumbered.  But you know.  In a book.’ Josh Howie (Josh Howie’s Losing it, BBC Radio 4) ‘Hilarious and heart-warming’ Andi Osho (Live at the Apollo, Curfew) Tom Cooper’s life has fallen apart. His wife has left, he’s stuck in an accountancy job he hates and he can’t even call on the grandparents for support – they’re too busy – after all, a Scrabble trophy doesn’t engrave itself. But when a creative position opens up at the advertising agency he works for, he sees the opportunity to turn things around. All he has to do is pitch a product to a new market, convince Maestro J he is sufficiently finger-clickingly ‘creative’, beat his weaselly co-worker/nemesis John to the job, and try not to fall for his new mentor, Amanda. Oh, and try to blend in with people 10 years younger than him, survive the office obstacle course using his imaginary agility and stop accidentally turning up to work in the exact same outfit as Doug. The Rebuilding of Tom Cooper is a laugh-out-loud comedy about life, love and 21st century manhood. 
 About the author Spencer Brown cut his teeth in the Cambridge Footlights alongside John Oliver and Matthew Holness, before becoming an internationally acclaimed stand-up comedian and TV presenter on shows including Lip Service which he hosted with Holly Willoughby. He has also appeared in cult comedies including Nathan Barley and Garth Merenghi's Darkplace, as well as starring in the films 'Shed of the Dead' and the upcoming 'The Devil went down to Islington'. He is also an award winning film maker, having written and directed The Boy with a Camera for a Face, which won multiple prizes including the Oscar qualifying Best of Fest at SLIFF.

    Little league trophies, comic book collection, straight A’s. Hell, I got myself into Dragontusk University of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A real Harry Potter, I was gonna be. But then I found out, the life of slaying dragons, the life of rescuing princesses, the life of a white picket fence and family photo Christmas cards... that was never for me.I’m a hobgoblin. And if one thing hobgoblins care about, it’s blood. Blood ties, blood debts. I’ve started with Mickey Mouse scores: holding up liquor stores, dealing tree, squeezing Kobold Delis.But now, a big heist has come my way, and I just might land a real score, a huge score. Now, I just have to let go of worn out dreams, and accept what I am... a stone cold GANGSTER. Warning: This book contains explicit language, explicit action, explicit everything. Adults only, all that jazz. If you’re a precious snowflake, this book is a friggin’ flame thrower.

    Boy must put his best face forward. Brady Jones doesn’t know where he came from. He knows nothing about his family. He doesn’t know what he is, or how it’s possible to do the amazing things he can do. He does know loneliness and survival, both from a life in the foster care system. He knows that he’s comfortable being alone on a Friday night. Despite the fact they’re so very different, he’d like to get to know Lily Ferguson better. Maybe even call her a friend. Brady knows he’s a shapeshifter. He can change his body to look like nearly anything he can imagine. An object, an animal, even other people. What he doesn’t know is how far the powers-that-be in the world will go to meet him, control him. He’s about to find out.

    Unfortunately, his career as an adventurer doesn’t turn out quite how he was hoping. While on his first delve, he discovers more about monsters, dungeons, and souls than he ever imagined. With that knowledge comes power and new friends. But even as his exotic companions enrich his life, they also give him more to lose. When Gabriel learns that time isn’t on their side, he has to find his way as a Dungeon Master before greedy adventurers and ravenous monsters strip away everything he holds dear. Disclaimer: Dungeon Bound contains casual nudity, explicit sex, sexy monster girls, a growing harem, a fantasy world with magic, game mechanics, violence, revenge, crude humor, profanity, Dungeon Cores, Dungeon Masters, magic, home invaders, an exhibitionist, ritual sacrifice, and a dungeon.

     He got up, went to work, answered phone calls in a call center, went home, spent time with his daughter, and went to sleep. Only to repeat the pattern over and over and over. Life was as mundane as anyone could ever fear it to be. Today was the day that all that would change. On this day, his daughter Maya would be nearly fatally injured, plunging Warner into a world of paranormal creatures, monsters, and magic he’d never known existed. The only consolation is that he discovers he’s not quite human, either. Nor is he very happy with the way of the world or how it spun. Built on corruption, lies, and injustice for all. An unlikely answer comes to him that fits his wounded heart. Justice handed out by him personally. Vengeance and retribution in equal measure to all that deserve it. Using his newfound powers and unbending determination, Warner is going to carve a path through the world that’ll send the darkest corners of existence fleeing before him. Even as he crushes them beneath his furious strikes. The very world will tremble with his actions and fear his coming. Warning and minor spoiler: This novel contains graphic violence, undefined relationships/harem, unconventional opinions/beliefs, and a hero who is as tactful as a dog at a cat show. Read at your own risk.

    A virus raged wildly out of control, consuming the whole world, turning half of humanity into mindless zombies, and half of the survivors into a variety of new species known now as the inhumans. In the decades that followed, society slowly began to rebuild and reform around these new realities. Up until very recently, life on Earth could almost appear normal, if you weren't in a particularly dangerous area. Unfortunately, that all changed when the virus, which had previously only affected humans, suddenly mutated and made the jump to inhumans. Now, the world is ripping itself apart again as an army of new, incredibly lethal variants of the undead roam the countryside, killing everything in their path. And now, the first winter since this latest development is falling across the land. David was born in the decades after society collapsed, so he was well-suited to a life of having to travel often, scavenge for supplies, and fight the living dead (and sometimes the living). Over the past year, his outlook has slowly grown dimmer, and after the village he decides to spend the winter at falls, leaving him and just a few friends alone and outnumbered in the frozen wilderness, he has no idea how they're going to survive... HAVEN contains several scenes of hot human-on-inhuman sex, as well as several scenes of violence.

     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.

    Save the world? Never gonna happen. Create a bestiary business with a group of beautiful yet contrasting women? Now that’s more like it!One minute I’m in a tree, pointing my camera at a tiger, the next I’m on my back in a medieval fantasy world, while a skittish blonde hovers over me, hoping I’m not dead.I’ve never felt more alive.Because although the dutiful smith’s assistant warns me away from the town’s sinful witch, I still have to go. The witch has the only bestiary book in town, and that’s my one hope of a comfortable life—I don’t feel like donning knight's armor.Turns out, the bestiary is terrible—it's just primitive drawings, annotated by the tall tales of drunken adventurers. I know an opportunity when I see one. It’s a good thing I’ve been transported here with my camera.If only I knew someone with magic powers, able to transfer film to parchment. Someone like the witch, currently scowling at me. How will she look when I turn her house into a walk-in bestiary?And how about a scribe to pen beautiful prose beside the photos? The shy smith’s assistant wrote some incredible weaponry advertisements. I can find a few better uses for her.It’s a shame the girls dislike each other. I’m gonna have to show them they’re more similar than they know. For starters, they’ve both taken a liking to me, and I don’t feel like choosing.Warning, this novel contains an unconventional relationship and adult situations, involving:A shy smith’s assistant with adorable blonde pigtails, who’s going to learn to speak up for herself.A snarky witch in a black dress, who’s going to learn to keep her mouth shut.A vicious goblin, who's going to... you’ll just have to wait and see.

    All around him, the world is getting stranger. A virus has rendered most of the male population in the world infertile. The fabric of society is stretching thin. People are scared of what might come next. Then, in a lightning strike of unexpected fortune, Kyle finds out he is one of the few. He isn't at all ready for what comes next. It no longer matters if he ever had hopes and dreams. What other people want suddenly is now far more important. Some want to claim him. Some want to hate him. Then, there are those who don't think he should ever have received that gift. They will do anything to make sure he never gets the chance to enjoy it. The fact that he is special crashes into his life and changes the way everyone looks at Kyle. But that is both a gift and a curse. There is a cost to finding out that he is special, and the cost might end up being his life. ===== Fair Warning ===== This book is the first steps taken by the characters into a dystopic future just beginning to fall apart. There will be violence, emotional turmoil, dark subject matter, and some intense, highly erotic scenes which include harem elements, light BDSM play and lots of sexy fun. For the entertainment of adults only!

    I could hear it. There, beyond the beach, behind the tree-line. Off to my left, out of sight. I was still on the beach, just beyond the waterline. I crawled here a few minutes ago. I heard the rustling almost immediately; as soon as I had become conscious again. I didn’t know how long I had been there, apparently washed up by a higher tide sometime earlier. My clothes were still wet, so I must not have been here more than a few hours. I didn’t wake up coughing, so it didn’t seem that I had drowned. The life-jacket seemed to have kept me above water. I was on my knees, scanning the tree-line for movement, and listening…and trying to get my bearings. I had been awake for just a few minutes. The sun was up, but barely. Of course, we almost never saw the sun because of the ash clouds, but they were getting better every year. It had been 18 years since the cataclysm. If the cataclysm had taught us anything, it was to be careful and think things through. I wasn’t in immediate danger as far as I could tell. My only injury seemed to be a really painful, but minor head-wound from where I had been hit. We had left the compound on Tahiti early yesterday. Or was it the day before? I guess it didn’t matter. I guess I didn’t know for sure what day it was. I didn’t have a watch; we didn’t have much use for them. When you don’t have appointments, and no train to catch, precise times aren’t that important. I had intended to travel with just the cargo, but Aunt Irene hated the islands and wanted to go back to what she thought of as her home. For some reason, she expected to find the resort and the town just like she had left it. She was delusional. I might not have said that last week, but after what happened, I would have a lot more to say if there had been anyone to listen to me. What I couldn’t figure out was how she and Clark thought that they could survive a two year journey at sea in relative isolation, eating mostly fish. Irene was used to demanding that others do her work for her. How did she imagine that she would handle a trip like this with just me, Clark, and the four sisters? She didn’t even like any of us. My plan was to stay on a different end of the boat as much as possible. But that was all pretty much ancient history now. Last night, I was standing at the bow of the boat, watching the last of the sunlight disappear. It was going to be dark. The moon didn’t show much these days. Irene came up and stood beside me and said, “So, out there is Rangiroa?” I said yeah, but there was something strange about the question. She knew as well as I exactly where we should be and where our course was taking us. Yeah, the island Rangiroa and it’s neighbors was just in front of us. We’d be passing them overnight. There was something weird in her voice. She sighed and said, “Yeah,” and then I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I passed out. I woke up on the beach here, listening for something out there, beyond the tree-line.

    Heroes old and new assemble to combat this daunting threat. Should they fail, their world is doomed.Rebellion, war, and toppled thrones ravage the Eight Wizardoms.The mysterious leader of a secret organization seeks to wreak chaos, death, and destruction.What motivates his elaborate scheme? What is his end-game?A squad of unlikely heroes armed with magical objects are drawn into the conflict:-Jerrell "Jace" - A clever thief with a flair for the outrageous.-Narine - A wizardess, queen, and bride...pursued by assassins.-Harlequin - This female pirate wields sabers, a whip, and a sharp tongue.-Crusser - This lifelong soldier has a big heart and a terrible temper.-Brogan - A retired warrior burdened by lifelong regrets.-Blythe - She wields an enchanted bow that forever altered her appearance.These characters lead a compelling and memorable cast in a tale that brings the eight wizardoms to the brink of devastation.This boxed set includes:-God King Rising-Legend of the Sky Sword-Curse of the Elf Queen

    I doubt seriously any of my fans do, they just buy the book. Others see my name and go screaming to the hills. I once got into a rap battle on the streets of Seoul, South Korea with a Korean with dreadlocks. I beat three Afghans in a game of blackjack on an air base in Kabul, Afghanistan. I once passed gas so bad in Walmart that I smelled it and ran away from the scene of the crime only to hide the next aisle over so I can hear the curse words of a churchgoing grandmother and her grandson. I hate going number two in other peoples houses, I don't know how smelly it will be so I normally dip out for a bit. My guilty pleasure is that I drink the piss water known as Michelob Pure Gold. I have eaten large amounts of my kids Halloween and valentine candy and claim no knowledge of where the Reese's Cups went. My children normally blame each other which makes me sad but I am planning on doing the same during easter. I would never admit this in person but I like 'Love Yourself' by Justin Beiber. My favorite movie genre is actually westerns instead of fantasy or sci fi. If I could pick a superpower it would be to stop time, I could run from the wife's arguments and she couldn't find me. I own the beer helmet and I use it a few times a year. Phoebe over Rachel and Monica...yes Phoebe. I prefer flavored cigars and pipe tobacco. I camp when I play paintball! I like to eat flaming hot Cheetos dipped in salsa and sour cream. Lebron is better than Jordan and I would pick a young Shaq over both of them if I were building a team. Go Athletics! Every once in a while I drink 'girly' drinks. I have never been to a strip club. I want to buy a smart car just for the parking. I wear a bathing suit when I shower so I don't inadvertently look down on the unemployed. If you actually read this, shoot me an email, it is in the book.

    A chance to prove himself. A chance to take control of his life. A chance to be more than a lowly D-Tier, the lowest of the low in a world broken by the arrival of an alien, enigmatic being known as The System. And the seemingly endless hordes of Gateborn that accompanied it. But chances are hard to come by in the fallen remains of humanity. A century of decline, of desperate struggle, making just surviving another day challenge enough, let alone striking out to find and challenge an Ascension Gate. Or in Auric’s case, even getting permission to try. But when he finally takes matters into his own hands, that's when he finally gets his chance. A chance that sets of a chain events that no one, let alone him, could have ever anticipated. A chain of events that could very well reshape Reality itself. Unless he can find a way to stop it.

    A Dark Elf. An Avenging Wizard The name’s Corvin Chance, and though I was born with magical abilities, I’d rather be playing my guitar in one of my local pubs than running around flashing my magic. Until someone murdered my mother that is. Now I’m slinging magic around the streets of Dublin as I try to find out who killed her. Iolas Tasar—a gangster elf who crowned himself King of the South—is my main suspect. But besides being powerful and sociopathic, he is also part of a murderous cabal that includes a bloodthirsty vampire prince. If I’m going to take him down, I’m going to need help. Luckily, I have my two best friends: Dalia, a sardonic Demi-Fae who could scare the bejeezus out of Lucifer himself, and Monty, a wise-cracking street magician and YouTube star with a gift for technomancy and conjuring. Together we will enter a dangerous Dublin underbelly populated by dark elves, vampires, goblins and orcs to discover just who killed my mother and why…if we don’t die ourselves first, that is. And did I mention the Fae Queen who has also blackmailed Dalia and I into helping her…on pain of death? Join me and my oddball motley crew as we attempt to solve a murder, exact justice and just maybe…get a pint of the black stuff afterward. Being Human meets Iron Druid in this gripping urban fantasy action adventure series. Grab your copy of the first book in the GODS AND MONSTERS TRILOGY today!