My young friend had a problem. I’d been mentoring him some since his father died a few months earlier. His problem wasn’t his father’s death. It wasn’t the fact that his father was very wealthy and, now, so was my young friend. He was prepared for that. We sat at the coffee shop, and he worked up the courage to tell me what he needed my help with. Finally, he took a deep breath, looked me in the eye, and leaned across the table toward me. “Dude, it’s my dad’s widow. You gotta take her off my hands. You’re the only one I can trust and the only one who can help me.”

Tim is an ordinary thoroughly modern, Atomic Age man of the 1980s or 90s. He has a nice apartment in a typical high-rise and a luxury Skycar to toodle about in when he wants to leave the city. This morning, Tim is headed to the department store–not to shop, but to look again at his favorite mannequin. We won’t judge him because we don’t know the story yet. We are about to.

Sitting here on the beach, I could see my now useless glider plane, various bits of driftwood and debris, and a girl with long black hair, about a hundred and fifty feet away. The girl was new. She hadn’t been there for the past three days, the way that everything else had. I was sitting under a tree looking out at the ocean. It was probably the Pacific Ocean. I didn’t know for sure. When she got closer, she called out, but not loudly. It sounded something like, “Aquilala soma towatsina.” Or something like that. I didn’t understand a word of it. It was a nice language, though. I ...

I was kneeling on one knee, Terminator-style, like in that scene where he first arrives in 1984. Very much like that, actually. There were no flashes of lightning or anything like that. But there had been a lot of wind the moment before. Unlike a moment before, I wasn’t alone, and I wasn’t in my hotel room overlooking the ocean. Scattered around me were the bodies of twenty men. At the front of the large stone room were four more men, very much alive, and a woman screaming. Rushing at them, I reached them just as one of the men was about to strike the woman in the face. In that instant,...

My buddy, the self-described image consultant, wanted me to meet one of his clients. All he would tell me was that she was 'odd' and he thought I should meet her. We got along great. She was easy to talk to. I liked her a lot. There was an honest attraction. But after coffee, when she tried to pay me for the hour and a half we spent together, I realized that where I thought this was a date, she thought it was an appointment. She thought she had been referred to me as a relationship coach. So we started over. As friends. But my buddy was right. She was a little odd. Six-feet tall. A ...

Paul’s son and daughter-in-law have a plan for the holidays. A gift exchange. But only between Paul and his son’s mother-in-law. The kids expect it to be life-changing because that’s the kind of guy Paul is. They don’t know what kind of gift he’ll give, but as always, it will have no monetary value. Not because he isn’t generous. Because he is. But first, he has to teach this woman how to hug.Paul’s son and daughter-in-law have a plan for the holidays. A gift exchange. But only between Paul and his son’s mother-in-law. The kids expect it to be life-changing because that’s ...

Tim is sitting in the driver’s seat of a beat-up old car he hasn’t had since college. Forty years ago. And he doesn’t know why. A second ago, he was in the food court of a large grocery store. He and his car are in front of his old girlfriend’s house and the girl tapping on his window is one of her roommates. She thinks this is exceedingly weird too. She doesn’t know why she’s here either. The story starts as Tim and Billie ask each other what the hell is going on. They are happy to see each other, but not in what seems to be a past life they lived a long time ago. Billie looks ...

There was something out there. I could hear it. There, beyond the beach, behind the tree-line. Off to my left, out of sight. I was still on the beach, just beyond the waterline. I crawled here a few minutes ago. I heard the rustling almost immediately; as soon as I had become conscious again. I didn’t know how long I had been there, apparently washed up by a higher tide sometime earlier. My clothes were still wet, so I must not have been here more than a few hours. I didn’t wake up coughing, so it didn’t seem that I had drowned. The life-jacket seemed to have kept me above water. I ...

Greg quickly becomes attached to the rose farm he inherited from his mother, so much so that he decides to extend his stay despite his business partner's objections. His feelings for Paula deepen with each passing hour. Her incredible dedication to the farm only bolsters Greg's resolve to assist her in improving its future. However, Greg grapples with his emotions for Belle, as her blend of innocence and passion utterly captivates him. Her evident interest in him further complicates Greg's ability to manage his own desires. After a close call, Greg feels ashamed of his actions. But when he ...

Last thing I remembered, I was in my backyard, thoughtfully pruning a bonsai tree. The next thing I remembered was alarms and bells and flashing lights and a voice yelling that death was imminent. And now, I was staring down at a beautiful female clone, gray and featureless, about to wake her up from transport hibernation. On a space ship. In space. Thank goodness I still had my bonsai scissors. Otherwise I’d never have been able to cut open her containment bag and that imminent death thing would have killed her. The voice said that there was more of them and that I’d better hurry if I ...

My name is Ronin. This is the third book of my life as an Adventurer Monk. So far, I’ve made a name for myself locally and established a house with wonderful mates. Today, the 311-year-old Elf-Woman, The White Falcon, appeared and says that she will join us. She was a surprise. 311 looks good on a strong-blooded Elf. This should be an adventure in itself. The Kobold Cave is empty…of Kobolds. I expect even more dangerous creatures are waiting for us deeper in. I intend to take my beautiful, highly sexual spouses, and explore it. At least four of us, and possibly five now, are Adventurers...

It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t even see her. There was a bump, and the next thing I knew, she was sitting in my passenger seat. Hitting her with my car didn’t kill her. She was already dead when I smashed into her. But sitting beside me, smiling, wearing a tie-dye outfit from the Hippie era of the 1960s, she didn’t look like a ghost. She looked great for a dead girl. I kept driving. She had things to say. She was saying that she’d be happy to be my “old lady” now. I'm just trying to stay in control of the car and not freak out at the girl suddenly beside me. When the car stops ...

Inherit money. Inherit power. Inherit everything from the father he never knew. Sean Costello’s life just went from zero to a hundred million in the blink of an eye. But in Las Vegas, every fortune has a price. A stunning casino, a penthouse overflowing with secrets, and a harem of women who are as dangerous as they are desirable. Between the matriarch of the house, a loyal but suspicious childhood friend, and a dangerously tempting maid, Sean quickly discovers how easily pleasure and danger can intertwine. Note: This book contains mature themes.

The complete and uncut collection of the “Natural Hormone Therapy” series, by Anya Merchant. Ben Murdock is a healthy young man with a very hard problem. Lacking options, he goes into Dr. Kimberly Heart’s office for a thorough checkup. She diagnoses him with a severe hormone imbalance and introduces him to a new, hands-on therapy. Ben’s treatment needs to be applied at regular intervals, and the only one around capable of administering it is the sexy woman of the house. Almost immediately, it becomes clear that she’s going to have to swallow her pride and keep a very open mind. ...

When David finds an illicit internet video of a MILF starlet who looks suspiciously like Lori, the woman of the house, he’s left reeling with confusion… and strangely aroused. Of course, he knows it can’t be possibly be her. She's just too sweet and innocent. She runs bake sales for his high school and gently kisses him on the forehead in the morning. But he can’t get the video out of his head. It’s disgusting and dirty and the hottest thing he’s ever seen. With only the title of the video and the username of the uploader to go on, David turns to Isa, his internet savvy neighbor...