NOTE: please read to the end if you need to be warned about adult content!

He broke out of space prison. Now he’s broke in space–and the alien girls be shoppin.

Grant didn’t ask to be the galaxy’s most wanted fugitive. But after escaping space prison with five of the most dangerous female convicts in supermax and a ghost ship full of haunted salvage, he’s now stuck in a broke-ass mining station on the edge of civilization run by the worst lifeform in the universe: middle management.

To keep the lights on, Grant becomes a freelance marshal, working bounty gigs for cash, blackmailing smugglers, detonating space pirates and possibly harpooning endangered space whales. His clients? Catgirl pop stars, gladiator superfans, mutant cults, sexy space nuns, corrupt megacorps and rogue pharmaceutical AIs who uses human guinea pigs because animal testing is inhumane.

His backup? An increasingly curvy (and pregnant) alien pilot with suspiciously vague family history, a reality-TV catgirl who’s there to boost ratings or maybe ruin his life, and a morally-flexible psychic spider.

Good thing Grant’s from Earth… where surviving things like predators, road rage, poison air and income tax puts him so high up on the alien food chain he needs an oxygen mask just to breathe.

Packed with explosive action, foul-mouthed humor, shady deals, and steamy alien girl fan service, book 2 of the Space Prison series is a sci-fi harem adventure for fans of Borderlands, Dungeon Crawler Carl, and hilarious bad decisions.

Perfect if you like ‘humans are space orcs’, HFY, and stories where duct tape, violence, and high sperm count are legitimate tools of success.

Strap in. Get paid. Pick a best girl.18+ CONTENT WARNING: This story is a sci-fi harem adventure where the morals and social constructs of our world don’t apply to a harsh alien civilization. If steamy action and violence bothers you, maybe put the safe-search on your browser and go back to watching baking shows.