Tim is an ordinary thoroughly modern, Atomic Age man of the 1980s or 90s. He has a nice apartment in a typical high-rise and a luxury Skycar to toodle about in when he wants to leave the city. This morning, Tim is headed to the department store–not to shop, but to look again at his favorite mannequin. We won’t judge him because we don’t know the story yet. We are about to.

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...

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. ...

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,...

Sitting here on the beach, I could see my now useless glider plane, various bits of driftwood and debris, and a girl with long black hair, about a hundred and fifty feet away. The girl was new. She hadn’t been there for the past three days, the way that everything else had. I was sitting under a tree looking out at the ocean. It was probably the Pacific Ocean. I didn’t know for sure. When she got closer, she called out, but not loudly. It sounded something like, “Aquilala soma towatsina.” Or something like that. I didn’t understand a word of it. It was a nice language, though. I ...

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.”

Courtney saw Dave at the rest stop off the highway. Alone and afraid and hungry and being pursued by thugs, she jumps into his car at the last minute as he’s pulling back onto the road and off into the desert for a vacation. Yeah, she’s desperate, but it’s still love at first sight for both of them. And as long as they are honest with each other, things just might work out. If they get away from Courtney’s past, that is.

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

Paul’s son and daughter-in-law have a plan for the holidays. A gift exchange. But only between Paul and his son’s mother-in-law. The kids expect it to be life-changing because that’s the kind of guy Paul is. They don’t know what kind of gift he’ll give, but as always, it will have no monetary value. Not because he isn’t generous. Because he is. But first, he has to teach this woman how to hug.Paul’s son and daughter-in-law have a plan for the holidays. A gift exchange. But only between Paul and his son’s mother-in-law. The kids expect it to be life-changing because that’s ...

Inherit money. Inherit power. Inherit everything from the father he never knew. Sean Costello’s life just went from zero to a hundred million in the blink of an eye. But in Las Vegas, every fortune has a price. A stunning casino, a penthouse overflowing with secrets, and a harem of women who are as dangerous as they are desirable. Between the matriarch of the house, a loyal but suspicious childhood friend, and a dangerously tempting maid, Sean quickly discovers how easily pleasure and danger can intertwine. Note: This book contains mature themes.

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 ...

Sean Costello survived his first taste of power, but the game has just begun. He's inherited his father's casino, his enemies, and a legacy far darker than he ever imagined. Now, with the Vegas underworld circling and a mountain of debt hanging over his head, Sean must decide what kind of kingpin he's going to be. But as he's drawn deeper into a web of deceit, betrayal, and illicit desire, one wrong move could cost him everything.

Greg quickly becomes attached to the rose farm he inherited from his mother, so much so that he decides to extend his stay despite his business partner's objections. His feelings for Paula deepen with each passing hour. Her incredible dedication to the farm only bolsters Greg's resolve to assist her in improving its future. However, Greg grapples with his emotions for Belle, as her blend of innocence and passion utterly captivates him. Her evident interest in him further complicates Greg's ability to manage his own desires. After a close call, Greg feels ashamed of his actions. But when he ...