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Drafted to the front, Francis Lancaster has one purpose: to keep his half-brother Michael alive on the blood-soaked fields of Reevotort, where six months of fighting the beastkin army has taken its toll on the kingdom. When Francis steps into his brother’s punishment, that moment changes everything. Now, whenever Francis dies, he wakes a few days before his death, every skill and stat he gained, kept.

Tap the cask and mind the Lanes. No favors, no leashes. Opening Night’s epic hangover is interrupted by a shiver that runs through the Hollows. Then, just as we’re recovering, a Smiling Man tries to buy The Butt and Beam from under me. And then a bikini-clad vampire begs me for sanctuary with her angry father on her heels. So, yes. Things are busy. I’m Chris Holloway, Landlord, still the only bloke in Pant-y-Giggles and still learning the Way of the Hollows.

Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts. I’d been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps. It turned out, though, there’s all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.

I never expected I’d become a mighty wizard, let alone a married man with five wonderful brides, but it seems things have been working out in my favor. My lair is expanding, new opportunities abound, and I’ve been taking lessons from some of the most powerful hearthomancers to have ever lived. But that dang noise keeps ringing in my ears. Where is it coming from? And how is a phantom from my past, long since thought defeated, now threatening not just my life, but the lives of everyone I know and care about?

Iris is in trouble—and Levi will stop at nothing to save her. But nothing in his life has ever been simple, and this time is no different. As new truths about Foresight surface, Levi finds himself entangled in mysteries deeper than he imagined. Enemies rise from every corner, some hidden in plain sight, others reaching from the shadows—and none of them seem willing to let him live in peace.

Two thousand years after entering cryosleep to escape an alien invasion, Doctor Lance Winters awakens to a transformed Earth where humanity is an endangered species and survival is a game managed by a ruthless alien overlord. As a former combat medic, Lance must cultivate a fortified farm in the ruins outside Los Angeles, not just to survive the monstrous biological horrors roaming the wild, but to rebuild the human race with the help of the beautiful, bio-engineered Bunkin women who look to him as their Master.

Damien’s life was simple: Train hard, follow orders, and never question why. But after a mission to infiltrate an enemy territory goes horribly wrong, he wakes up in the body of a spoiled noble mage from the very world he’s been taught to hate. Magic? He’s never touched it, and now everyone expects him to master it like a pro. Trying to survive in an elite magic academy surrounded by classmates who seem to know far more than he does, would be hard enough—yet Damien’s real identity as an assassin is the least of his problems.

Life was boring, and it was great. I was just your normal Beta werewolf with a 9-5 job, a wife waiting at home, and two young kids. Until, one night, my wife was killed during a territory dispute, and in my anger, I somehow transformed into an Alpha and therefore put a target on mine and my family’s back. But I have no interest in building a pack right now. I just want to settle down in a new city and be there for my babies. Even if shifter women have started paying waaaay more attention to me now…

Damien’s life was simple: Train hard, follow orders, and never question why. But after a mission to infiltrate an enemy territory goes horribly wrong, he wakes up in the body of a spoiled noble mage from the very world he’s been taught to hate. Magic? He’s never touched it, and now everyone expects him to master it like a pro.

Today was supposed to be an average day of work followed by a night camping in the woods. But my whole world got turned upside down when the entire building was suddenly transported to some crazy fantasy land, with me and five beautiful college coeds still inside.

The FBI are at a loss. How can they hunt a man who can escape through time? They’re in over their heads, and only one man can help them—one they thought was dead, but there is an agent who knows the truth: Brian Partridge is alive.

According to local legend, there is an inn run by gorgeous half-elf women who can ease the pain of broken soldiers like me. Just a rumor, right? That's what I thought…until I met Amalya. Stunning half-elf priestess at a spa hidden in the Borderlands—the semi-magical forest between human and elf territories—she would show me past the front door of a business like no other.

Brian Partridge leapt at the chance to buy the personal property of his favorite historical author following his death, although what he received was far more than he bargained for. It didn’t take him long to discover just how the author was able to write scenes from the past with such accuracy. Of course, Brian was familiar with time machines in movies, but that was fictional—not real—and yet, before him stood one of his very own. He knew he shouldn’t step inside and turn it on, but the temptation was more than he could bear.

When I bound myself to a rundown magical manor, I never expected I’d become a mighty hearthomancer, warden of an imprisoned demon and protector of Earth. Still, it worked out pretty well. I’ve got a few side hustles opening up, rent income is steady, and wedding bells are in the air. But now, some jerk who calls him Damnation’s Architect is trying to ruin everything. He’s been conspiring for centuries to destroy my home and bring about the apocalypse. It’s up to me and my brides-to-be to save the day.

For as long as I can remember, this has been my life. Be who they want, do what they want, and keep their attention on me. If all they see is me, the other girls are safe, making it all worth it. I would do anything to keep them from going through what I have. Over the years, I've changed hands and owners. I've lied, killed, and fought, but the goal is always the same. Shut it all down. Five of the six trafficking rings are gone now, and I'm close to achieving the goal that has kept me going for so long.

I’ve often dreamed of bumping into the three hot alphas I spent my school days crushing over. In those dreams, I’m sexy and sophisticated. The kind of omega who knocks them off their feet. Unfortunately, the day that dream becomes a reality – the day I’m reunited with Pack Hart – I’m dressed as a Christmas elf. Yep, an elf – complete with pointy ears, stripy stockings and bells on my shoes.

Life was simple, but it was good. I kept to myself, ran my gaming shop in the town I’d grown up in, and business was pretty good. That was until bizarre things started happening. I could have sworn I heard something breathing in my basement right before I woke up in my bed with no memory of the time between. My high school crush suddenly comes back to town, and hot but crazy women are coming into my shop like never before. What is happening in Wormwood, and what’s it got to do with me?

When my parents tragically died in a plane crash and left me their very successful pharmaceutical company, I thought my biggest obstacle would be figuring out how to fill their shoes and be a good CEO. But it turns out my parents had been keeping a lot of secrets. Mainly about the fact that their company makes drugs not just for humans, but for werewolves, too. Oh, and apparently I’m a werewolf as well. And not just any werewolf. I’m the Supreme Alpha.

Brian and Dana Partridge finally felt safe after escaping from the FBI and the Temporal Analysis Unit to a place where no one could find them. But their relief was fleeting, as they soon found an intruder in their home, Colonel Schneider. They were bound, blindfolded and put in separate vehicles, with questions unanswered: Who is this Colonel working for? What does he want from them? Will they ever see each other again? Who will come to their rescue? Friend or Foe?

Damien’s recent fight has drawn unwanted attention—especially from Eric Avalon, the father of the body he now inhabits. Eric has begun to question how his untalented son could have grown so powerful in such a short time. One wrong answer could mean death for Damien, but lying low isn’t an option either.