Red pill or blue pill? Neo had it easy. Which would you choose: A classy sweetheart to treat you like a king, or a lusty babe to rock your world. The gift of healing to ease your pain, or the power of hellfire to dish it out. More importantly…blonde or brunette. Or do you have the will to keep it all? When his father is murdered, Kyle Bishop inherits the mantle of the Arbiter, humanity's last hope of survival in the eternal war between Heaven and Hell. The Celestial Court appoints two chaperones, a female angel and a female demon, to protect the young Arbiter from otherworldly threats. Or...

As a primal conjurer, Ryn Xaven is a rare sorcerer who can use all types of magic. When he bonds beautiful mages as his protectors and companions, his power grows. Together they'll root out devils, protect their world from demonic invasion, and keep each other warm on cold nights.

After the death of his beloved mother, Swain is left at the mercy of his drunken father. His only respite from all the beatings and abuse lies in the words he scribbles down, seeking beauty in an ugly world through poetry. He has no friends until one day he meets a girl near his mother's grave. A restless spirit who calls herself Goose, over the years she encourages Swain's creativity, eventually helping him tap into a magical ability he never knew he possessed: a dark energy entwined with his despair, fueled by his anger, and controlled by his poetic verse.

This is it, the first of the bestselling Super Babes series! Have you ever dreamed of becoming a superhero? Well, Ryan Walker has, too. In a world where superheroes and supervillains roam the streets, Ryan Walker is just a lowly pizza delivery guy who dreams of being a hero. That goes double when a group of supervillains take over Eros City. Ryan gets his chance to go from zero to hero when he meets a mysterious scientist who gives him a high-tech implant that uses RPG mechanics to unlock hidden powers. Ryan becomes PARAGON, and with a team of kick-ass superheroines, he'll make those ...

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.