Three young women set out for spring break fun, but things have gone completely wrong. Stacey, Jaylynn and Cammie are just out of high-school and also out of cash. But they found an older divorced man with a condo on South Padre beach. Their plan is to seduce him into letting them stay there and ditch him when they meet up with their college buddies. They hope to meet up with Brad and the rest of the all-stars of the college football team on spring break. Little did they know they were trying to seduce a rugged older alpha male, with a big “you-know-what.”

Juliette Gossling’s heart races as she stands at the edge of her wildest fantasy. With her husband Michael’s encouragement ringing in her ears, she embraces the thrill of being a hotwife. The clock is ticking, and she’s got just four hours until Michael returns home. Enter Big Jon, a towering figure with a magnetic presence and a reputation that precedes him. His confidence is intoxicating, and the promise of his big black dick sends shivers down her spine. As they lock eyes, the tension ignites, and Juliette knows she’s ready to dive into uncharted waters.

The UEC has been fighting a losing battle against the demonic hordes, forced to surrender more ground every day. But aboard the U.S.S. Shotgun Opera, the Overmaiden—a sixth-generation Ghost AI—has just forged humanity’s perfect weapon and best hope: a supersoldier. The man he used to be is gone, lost with his family to demons on the mining world of Aonus. All that’s left is hate, rage, and unyielding power. Rip, crunch, gore, dismember—the unstoppable juggernaut will slaughter his way through Hell, driven by righteous fury and a singular drive.

Deep in the elbow skin of the Fae Wilds, far from the teeming fortress of the Goblin King and the glittering palace of the King and Queen of the Elves, there lies a forgotten hideaway of crumbling single-wides and rusty Airstreams. A lonely clan of beautiful women, clad in tube tops, overall shorts, and tacky Asian-print house-dresses, yearn for a man who can unstop their sewer lines and get the internet working again.

I had lain down in my crypt to rest for a few decades, but when I awoke, centuries had passed. My castle is in ruins, my clan is gone, and necromancers are considered just a fairy tale for children. They take me for a healer. That's because the world is sick. And it's time for strong medicine.