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Steve had experience when it came to waking up with hangovers. Being attacked by kobolds? Not so much. After rousing in the middle of a monster-filled forest, he was sure his life was over. That was until he was saved by a fire-wielding angel who was anything but human. Now Steve finds himself a temporary guest on a small run-down farm filled with monster girls who need his help. None more so than the canine beauty responsible for saving his skin.

Two months ago, I was nobody. I had nobody. Now I have a family. I’m an awakener, a male with the ability to awaken dormant shifting in women. Every one I add increases my strength and the strength of our family. I’m already one of the strongest awakeners around, with powers I’m still trying to understand.

When an Arachne ships herself to Mike Radley's home, he doesn't know what to expect. He didn't expect to get caught in an intricate trap laid by the Jersey Devil. He really didn't expect an angel to steal his home and lock it away in Purgatory.

When Mike Radley's magical home grew another floor, he thought he knew what to expect. He didn't expect a kingdom of portal-chewing rats to be living between his walls. He really didn't expect to discover that the wardrobe down the hall was a prison world for a murderous kitsune. And he definitely didn't expect all of his enemies to converge on his house all at once, intent on his destruction. Welcome to Radley's Wardrobe. Expect the Unexpected.

I came home to Santo Domingo intending to find the man who killed my brother. I was plunged into a world of magic, mayhem, and sexy street racer girls who can take animal form. I discovered that I have the power to awaken dormant shifting magic in women. For every one I add to my pack, my power grows. I’m already a lot stronger than I was–but it may not be enough, because we’re still on the trail of the shadowy group that got my brother killed. And the more we discover, the worse it gets.

When an elf crashes Santa's sleigh into Mike Radley's living room, he doesn't know what to expect. He didn't expect a one-way trip to the North Pole where Jack Frost is waiting to kill him.

Tex falls into a chasm and wakes up in a brutal, stone-age wilderness. Armed with a rifle and the skills of a bushman, he must survive against pterodactyls, bloodthirsty barbarians, and tyrannical sorcerers.

Claiming the solar dragon’s hoard was only the first step. It’s time for the Dream Girls and me to make our own “happily-ever-after,” but there’s still much to do. If the gods are absent from Meteoropolis, then I’ll play God in the meantime. I’ll fix this city with my cosmically vast array of solar dragon powers and banish the Void Cartel once and for all with the help of my friends and allies. I’ll use the secrets that my sister taught me to find ‘the Elloway’ and guide him home.

I thought I’d left my past behind for good. But when my older brother gets killed in a car accident, I’ve got to come back to take over his car-tuning business. But things are not like I remember. There’s something weird going on in Santo Domingo, something that seems connected to the city’s underground street racing scene. There’s the orange-haired mechanic at the tuning shop with the FOXGRRL license plate. There’s the strange black cat hanging around my house, and the dreams I’ve been having about a racer girl with cat ears and a tail.

Reborn in a crypt, Nick was given an ancient heritage and an important task: to become king, and make the Archaens rise again. Nick was now the last one, and he would need to find allies by forming Soul Pacts with both followers and wives. With the power of the Soul Knight class, he would have to use both paladin and necromancer magics to conquer the tower and defeat his enemies. But not all was right, in or outside the tower. A bandit warlord had taken control of the city of Havendale, and a deathly Trial within the tower lurks, barring Nick from collecting his Heritage.

Power. Money. Women. Despite being hardworking and ambitious, Andrew has none of them. That is, until his ailing grandmother gives him an amulet that transports him to another dimension in order for him to be trained as a battle mage, specializing in summoning monsters. Once on campus, Andrew will quickly make a mark and rise up the class rankings, and before long, he’ll have everything he’s ever wanted both in this new world, and back on Earth.

There are plenty of reasons to get up in the morning if you’re me—Pinky Peach, the unicorn-elf hybrid is one of them. Blossom the flower sprite is another one. Satina the satyress, Tahini the catgirl—need I go on?

Months have passed since Steve drove off Penelope’s army, and Darkwood Farm has only gone from strength to strength. It can now call itself a village providing sanctuary to demi-beasts of all shapes and sizes…even if Blesslan’s forces remain parked on its border. For the time being, they’re too wary of Steve to invade, but he’s refusing to take that as a win. To keep his followers and six beautiful wives safe for good, Steve needs to gather all the allies he can get before something breaks their uneasy truce wide open.

The devil has been bested. Zeryesis tried his damnedest, but Lulu’s life is back in her hands. No longer must she spend every month worrying about becoming a slave, and it’s all thanks to Steve (not that he’ll admit it). He’s too busy focusing on the future—turning the farm from a hovel into the best around. But that’s easier said than done.

So, yes, I've established myself as a half-dragon superhero/celebrity in a weird space fantasy metropolis. And yes, in doing so I inadvertently attracted a harem of gorgeous monster girls. And, true, I seem to be the luckiest guy in the universe for many reasons...but...well...what was I saying again?

When Mike Radley inherited a mysterious old house from a long-lost relative, he wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't expect a sexual encounter with the nymph in his bathtub. He really didn't expect to discover a house full of affectionate monsters. And he definitely didn't expect a pair of witches bent on stealing the home's magic from him. Welcome to the Radley House. Expect the unexpected.

Garth had been the favorite for the number-one draft pick in the next season of the USA's top sport. His college career was supposed to end on a high note… but it didn't. Sabotaged in his final game, he found himself shut out of the Dungeon League of America, forced to retire his jersey in shame. With no other options, he leaned on his university degree and became a licensed psychiatrist and therapist. That should have been the end of his dungeon-crawling days. But then, a new dungeon appeared in his city.

For a hundred and fifty years, Ezekiel Zane knew nothing but war—endless war in the name of the Fates, the Fae, and anyone who would hire him. Yet the glory of leading the most elite team of magical mercenaries in existence cost him the only thing he ever loved. He’s done. Retired to a community of renegade fae, street-racing shifters, and fallen celestials, Zane’s quiet life on the beach comes with challenges no greater than finding a reason to get out of bed in the morning and knowing when to call it a night at the bar down the street.

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy, I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess’ love. To me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland, to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord. It’s a suicide mission. But once I was exiled, I found that the outside world was different from what I had thought.

I thought I’d left my past behind for good. When my brother dies in a mysterious car crash, I have to come home to take over the family tuning business—and it’s back to a life of fast cars and faster girls. But things are not like I remember. There’s something weird going on in Santo Domingo, something that seems connected to the city’s underground street racing scene. There’s the orange-haired mechanic at the tuning shop with the FOXGRRL license plate. A black cat hanging around my house, and the dreams I’ve been having about a racer girl with cat ears and a tail.