I lost my home, my family was slaughtered, and my kingdom usurped.  And then things really got bad.  I saved King Mynogin and won the honor of a likely-fatal run through the Temple of Cocidius to gain him its treasure. Trust me when I say this isn't a change in my luck. Gathering the temple's eight artifacts has never been accomplished and a thousand men have perished to its beasts and puzzles.   But I've maybe not been entirely truthful with Mynogin. I'm armed with two of the most powerful weapons: a secret, and an ace up my sleeve. With help from the mythical women who inhabit the mad god's temple, I may just turn the tables King Mynogin and the Oryllix - a pair of magical creatures with a terrifying, insatiable appetite for destruction. Eight dungeons, a thousand corpses before me and a bevvy of kickass women fighting by my side. Easy. All in a day's a work. What could go wrong? Temple of Cocidius is not for readers who suffer from an aversion to intense depictions of blood, gore, and daring men getting down with beautiful monster girls. If you suffer from any of these, you should talk with your doctor about whether Cocidius is right for you.

    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.

    To everyone else, I’m JD—a struggling artist, working my fingers to the bone for my shot with one of the big comic book companies. Oh, and I work nights, managing a dive called Judson’s Bar and Grill. I know, the dream life. Things were boring, disappointing, even. Until one faithful night, when everything changed. Why? Where do I start? First: An odd woman showed up in a booth while I was trying to close for the night. Rude, but on its own, not so weird. She was dressed in a kimono and had a sword in her lap. That part? Getting a little strange. Second: It turns out she’s a mistress at a magical academy and had been looking for me. Right? Please pick up on my sarcasm. Except, she proved it, and with just a few violent swings of her very real sword, ensured I both didn’t have a job any longer, and more or less had to follow her into a scary, glowing portal. Where did it take me? A surreal place called Zenith Academy, and a life I’d only ever dreamt of. There I’ll learn how to cultivate mana and wield magic-like powers. And that is just the beginning. The tower imbues cultivators with visual prompts and game-like stats, making my new life feel like something straight out of a choose your own adventure novel. But it’s not all for nothing. Evidently, they’ve been fighting a war for thousands of years, and I’ve just been drafted. <>

    With little more to his name than a winning smile, his life takes a turn for the interesting as he befriends Serina, a rebellious young woman among the god-like Devas that control his realm. Being a test subject for her magic seems innocent enough, even if she occasionally tinkers with things she shouldn’t.Unfortunately, her experiments on him don’t go unnoticed and as soon as her family finds out, he’s as good as dead. About to be pulped by dozens of angry higher powers, Serina saves him the only way she can: by binding his soul to hers and flinging him through a portal to another world.Landing in the realm full of dangerous creatures and sinister adversaries, he finds that the pact has changed him in more ways than claiming his soul. The newly minted adventurer has his work cut out for him, especially since he doesn’t have any idea how to use the magic that’s been stuffed into him, much less what to do about the oaths that require him to love freely and spend his nights carousing.Join TJ on this riveting adventure that spans multiple worlds and help him discover the secrets of the Devas as he struggles to survive and fulfill his oaths.Disclaimer: This series features a protagonist raised in a higher realm where free love and indulgence are the norm and has a set of morals and ethics that are different from our own. His story includes building harem-like relationships with multiple devoted women, and does not fade to black. Also, this story is not game-lit, it doesn't feature crunchy rules-heavy stories, there's not a stat in the house, the MC doesn't exploit world mechanics, nor is it for the faint of heart. For 18+ readers only.

    I also accidentally (totally on purpose) stole an ancient artifact in the form of a black gauntlet that bonded with my body and unlocked a series of new abilities.So what’s the catch? The glove wasn’t meant for me. It was meant for the fabled Hero of Silura, the only man capable of preventing a gnarly blue ice demon and his army of blood-sucking half-breed children from wiping out the kingdom of dragon descendants that took me in.Now he wants the glove, buckets of blood, and a bridge across the divine veil that separates this realm from Earth. And he’ll be here in three… two… one…Warning: This book contains violence, snide comments, explicit sexual encounters, LitRPG / Gamelit elements, and general badassery.

     Maybe that sounds kind of bad. But hear me out. Superpowers. Beautiful women at my side, some human and some decidedly not so much. And maybe, just maybe, if I survive long enough, I can find out what comes after the afterlife. Warning: Aspirant contains violence, cussing, memes, awesome references, cheesy references, and depictions of sexytimes of the normal AND monster girl variety. Beware!

    They just can't be. They're supposed to be dumb stories in really old books. So why was Alex seeing them walking around on the streets of London? Alex began to wonder if he was losing his mind. Maybe he was hallucinating? Except, hallucinations couldn’t throw you into cars like you were nothing more than an annoying little bug, could they? Because that was exactly what that angel did to him. It all began to make sense when Andrew, Alex's estranged father, called him one day to tell him that he’d done something terrible. Something that was going to change Alex's life forever. This book is an urban fantasy that adds a twist to the traditional good versus bad narrative regarding angels and demons.

    With gatling guns.Micah Regent is a pre-med student in Neo-Hokkaido, just hoping his snarky grandmother's prayer can help him pass an exam.When two sexy ninja girl statues come to life before his very eyes and start fighting each other, his life will never be the same.Drawn into a rebel faction by an old friend and his less-than-perfect luck, Micah must not only defy the iron-handed, bucket-headed Society of Monks (and killer nuns), he must uncover the secrets behind the ninja girls and the industria that not only runs the world, but through his veins.You already know he's going to save the day, so the real question is: how many ninja girls can he marry along the way?Cultivation and cyberpunk collide in this action-packed harem adventure by Gideon Caldwell, Amazon bestselling author of Dungeon Goddess.

    But when he’s betrayed by his most trusted advisor and exiled beyond the Ancient Wall, he’ll have to use a magic dangerous and long dormant to reclaim what was taken from him. Note: This novel contains detailed harem elements.

    Welcome to the Far Rim.” I spent my entire childhood dreaming about flying starships, and a few years ago that fantasy finally became a reality. I have a fast ship, a reliable partner, and a cute alien girl in almost every port in the sector. Life is good. Or was, until I met her. My heart nearly stopped the first time I laid eyes on her. She is a Velothi Succubus, a genetically engineered concubine whose body and personality are attuned to the needs of a specific person—in this case, a human male who isn’t me. Her long legs, her silky blue skin, her faintly-glowing eyes…I’ve never seen anything like her before. And if I want to score the biggest payday of my life, all I need to do is deliver her into the harem of a scumbag pirate on the other side the sector. Oh, and of course I’ll forfeit my payment if I so much as lay a finger on her during the trip, even though she clearly wants me every bit as much as I want her. What could possibly go wrong? WINGS OF THE SERAPH is an action-packed erotic sci-fi adventure filled with daring chases, heart-pounding space battles, and plenty of explicit sex (31,000 words).Publisher's Note: this book is part of the anthology Wings of the Seraph: The Complete Series . The second edition (released 10/2020) includes many editorial improvements.

    After all, as an agoraphobe who never leaves his apartment, his social life is defined by, and limited to, games.Yet an interesting premise quickly shows its dark side as his mind is filled with memories of unspeakable torment, forcing him to rely on his meta-knowledge just to stay sane. The game is like nothing he's ever played: it has no tutorial, no HUD, no levels, no experience system, no respawns, and no mercy.Surviving against all expectation, battered by memories of a woman he can't help but hate, Abram's only hope for survival is given to him by a chance encounter with Angrboda, the legendary mother of Fenrir. In her arms he learns that only through sensual exchange can he advance, and with her support he sets his sights on power, rulership, and a harem of mythical, or murderous, women.Celestine is a world of monsters. The strong rule the weak, trust is in short supply, and the only real options for the true survivor are to lay it, or slay it.Thank goodness it's only a game ...Warning: This book does not pan to waving curtains and fade to black. Those uninterested or under the age of eighteen are strongly warned of explicit content.