My name is Ronin. This is the second book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. I left my clan’s village a few weeks ago. 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. Now I have a village, a place that I call home, and two women. And the girl called Harmony. I also have a war to start. ...

My name is Ronin. This is the third book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. So far, I’ve made a name for myself locally and established a house with wonderful mates. Today, the 311-year-old Elf-Woman, The White Falcon, appeared and says that she will join us. She was a surprise. 311 looks good on a strong-blooded Elf. This should be an adventure in itself. The Kobold Cave is empty…of Kobolds. I expect even more dangerous creatures are waiting for us deeper in. I intend to take my beautiful, highly sexual spouses, and explore it. At least four of us, and possibly five now, are Adventurers...

t was a pool party at the neighbors’ house. A little get-together with some of their friends. People I didn’t know. That was OK. Just six couples. I noticed that. Everyone but me was a couple. My hosts told me it was a requirement. The thing was, I was single. And sixty years old. But all the guys here looked to be about my age. The hostess, Toni, gave me a funny look. “Jeff, given that this is couples only, and you have to have a wife to attend, meet Connie Claire.” Toni turned around and looked behind us into the house, and I turned to see what she gestured toward. “Jeff, meet ...

I was kneeling on one knee, Terminator-style, like in that scene where he first arrives in 1984. Very much like that, actually. There were no flashes of lightning or anything like that. But there had been a lot of wind the moment before. Unlike a moment before, I wasn’t alone, and I wasn’t in my hotel room overlooking the ocean. Scattered around me were the bodies of twenty men. At the front of the large stone room were four more men, very much alive, and a woman screaming. Rushing at them, I reached them just as one of the men was about to strike the woman in the face. In that instant,...

The tavern was about half full and there was no reason for this one table to have ten chairs and only one occupant. Except that she was sitting there. At her table. I say her table because she seemed to be the captain of her own little island nation, exiled and alone in an otherwise busy tavern. She didn’t look up until she heard my chair scrape the floor when I moved it so that I could sit down. I think it startled her. I know it did. It wasn’t that she wasn’t observant and didn’t see me coming, it was that I was unusually hard to see. And so was she. She wasn’t waiting for a ...

At least I was out in the air again. The past few days had been underground in a prison cell. I had hardly eaten since my capture. If I won my fight, I would win my freedom. Those were the rules. I was naked and bare-handed. So was my opponent. That didn’t make it an especially fair fight. I was strong and just short of six feet tall. My opponent was at least six-nine, maybe seven feet. An Ogress. Her size and slightly mottled skin gave her away. She was naked and bare-handed, too. The story is related to The Guardian Maidens or Sturgil’s Mark. It isn’t a sequel, and it’s not ...

My young friend had a problem. I’d been mentoring him some since his father died a few months earlier. His problem wasn’t his father’s death. It wasn’t the fact that his father was very wealthy and, now, so was my young friend. He was prepared for that. We sat at the coffee shop, and he worked up the courage to tell me what he needed my help with. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and leaned across the table toward me. “Dude, it’s my dad’s widow. You gotta take her off my hands. You’re the only one I can trust and the only one who can help me.”

Tim is sitting in the driver’s seat of a beat-up old car he hasn’t had since college. Forty years ago. And he doesn’t know why. A second ago, he was in the food court of a large grocery store. He and his car are in front of his old girlfriend’s house and the girl tapping on his window is one of her roommates. She thinks this is exceedingly weird too. She doesn’t know why she’s here either. The story starts as Tim and Billie ask each other what the hell is going on. They are happy to see each other, but not in what seems to be a past life they lived a long time ago. Billie looks ...

Well, this was different. Janice seemed to think that I was her blind date. She had my dating profile from a matchmaking service I didn’t even know I was part of. I had never heard about this and she was sure I was the guy she was destined to meet. I did know the person who arranged this, and I trusted them completely, but this was a surprise. But not to Janice. Yeah... the girl and I had a mutual acquaintance. We met each other at his office. He told us to use his private study upstairs to get to know each other and that he’d talk to us in an hour to see how things were going. Things ...

This is the second book of Eddie Topper’s Haunted Life. The adventure continues. This time Eddie and the girls are headed for The Well of Souls. But they don’t know what that is. All they know is that they have to go. And that it’s south of where they are now. It must be. The story starts on the road. I guess all of these books have started that way. Eddie and his electric micro-bus, and one or more of the unliving companion he had picked up along the way. Whatever The Well of Souls is, we assume that it must be haunted...

Mark Sheppard knew he was different, but they kept him in the dark about how different he was until he was old enough. Then he learned what he was. He is an Incubus. Now, it is time to fulfill his duties as an Incubus. Those duties include building a harem of Succubi. Unfortunately, the mythological stories omitted one crucial part. Succubus are several times stronger than humans, and they go into a bonding hunt at the first scent of an Incubus. They have only one thing on their minds, and sex is a crucial part of the bonding. After the bonding, they become “almost normal,” assuming ...

This hot new collection is packed with 24 exciting hotwife stories! These stories contain a wide variety of hotwife fun, including exhibitionism, MFM menages, and women experiencing the hotwife lifestyle for the first time. The Ultimate Hotwife Collection is jampacked with these 24 stories: Shared with the Guest, Serving the Guests, Pleasing the Guests, Revealed on the Trail, Revealed at the Beach, Revealed at the Pool, Modeling for the Guest, Shared at the Campsite, the Birthday Massage, Shared at the Lake, Our Bedroom Guest, Hotwife at the Gym, Teasing My Husband's Boss, Stripping for his...

Embers of an Old War stir. A Forgotten Warrior Hides His Head in the Sand. But can he Stand by and Watch the Innocent be Slaughtered? Tag wanted nothing more than to live in peace. That’s why he buried his weapons along with his most violent secrets twenty years ago when his side lost the war. But when old enemies return to threaten an innocent town, Tag gets his hands bloody. Pursued by a power-hungry General and his dark magical creature, Tag takes his family on the run. But with every turn Tag encounters enemies and old allies alike enticing him to rejoin a war he is desperate to avoid...

Mark, Sandra, and Emily are officially a harem relationship. They've gone out, and per Bird and Stone matchmaking service recommendations, it's time for the next step: moving in together. Mark is excited, he's nervous, and he's ready for his life to be different. And if different means sharing a bed with two beautiful women, so much the better. But harem life is complicated, and not just because there's more than two people. Everyone has a past, and that past comes knocking on the door in the form of Amy, a petite and curvy blonde who used to date Sandra and Emily. Will this new arrival ...

My buddy, the self-described image consultant, wanted me to meet one of his clients. All he would tell me was that she was 'odd' and he thought I should meet her. We got along great. She was easy to talk to. I liked her a lot. There was an honest attraction. But after coffee, when she tried to pay me for the hour and a half we spent together, I realized that where I thought this was a date, she thought it was an appointment. She thought she had been referred to me as a relationship coach. So we started over. As friends. But my buddy was right. She was a little odd. Six-feet tall. A ...