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Have you ever lost yourself in a fantasy world you created? That's how I've survived the years alone in a reality where humans cower in fear of supernatural creatures hiding behind the veil. All I've ever had is my pen, my notebook, and the world I created to make it through the days as a ward of the state, suffering at the hands of the real villains of the world—humans. The pages of my notebook hold three sinful, feared monsters. Ones that I certainly shouldn't be pining over since they aren't even real.

Prelude to the Shards sets the stage for the exciting, action packed Shards of the Coven series for classic fantasy lovers. Open the cover on a new world from the mind of Michael Timmins and get lost in the wonder of magical swords, dark magic, and beautiful world building as only Mr. Timmins can do.

As one of 50 teams, human Sadie and genetically engineered 1213 are thrown together with one mission: outlive the other 49 teams and make it to the finish line. Between brutal competitors, harsh terrain, and deadly predators, the challenge is as relentless as the feral passion and sweet affection that detonates between them after the sun sets each night. Can they put aside their differences, work together, and triumph against the odds?

Now that Nadia is happily settled into her new life with Zatir, I’m not quite sure what to do with myself. I was the protective older sibling for so long, I’ve forgotten who I am besides that. I need to make my own life on this strange new planet. Need to figure out how I fit in here. So, when a natural disaster strikes a remote village on Kalix, I volunteer to go help with the rescue mission. I want to pay back a little of the debt I owe these fierce alien warriors. But, I didn’t know he would be coming too.

After being kidnapped by aliens, nearly rescued, and then snatched back by my captors, I don’t have much hope of getting rescued again. Still, I’m determined to fight back on my own, to break free and find some way off this horrible planet. But when I’m put up for auction, my heart nearly stops when I see him in the crowd - the bronze-skinned alien who tried to free me before.

A collection of eight splattery tales of torture, filth, and terror. Splatter punk horror short stories include a splatter western (Big Blue Sky, Bright Red Spatter), a Halloween themed "Pumpkin Spice," and the nasty story that reached #1 on the G0dless platform, BLOODCUM!

This alien warrior is roguish, charming, and way more experienced than I am. Maybe he’s exactly what I need. All the other women who were abducted from Earth have gotten to make a fresh start on Kalix, but with my overprotective sister always hovering nearby, I feel like I’m stuck in the past - still the naïve little girl Brielle has to look out for. But everything changes when a lost warrior named Zatir returns home. The mate bond sparks between us, and suddenly, my entire world is turned upside down.

These stories contain common tropes used within the broader horror genre, as well as some characteristics more specific to the body horror subgenre, including pornography, invasion, contagion, mutation, transformation, disease, mutilation, or other unnatural or violent distortions of the human body.

Ripped from Earth and thrown into The Game, Willow is teamed with two genetically engineered alien males in a treacherous race to the finish line. The three must endure the grueling landscape, ruthless competitors, and evil gamemasters. The only thing keeping Willow alive is the humanity of her inhuman teammates. Is it possible for affection and tenderness to bloom under The Game’s cruel challenges, ever-present camera drones, and constant threat of death? Only one team will make it out alive. In the end, it all comes down to three.

Does the darkness in your bedroom at night seem a little too dark? What do you want bad enough to kill for it? Where would you run if the dead began to rise? Have you ever had a good reason to truly be afraid? In these 10 tales of terror, Russell C. Connor will ask the questions you don't want to answer. Question you can't answer. But you must. Your sanity, your life, your very soul might just depend on it.

Pitted against hundreds of competitors whose only mission is to viciously kill their opponents, Maya must strike a deal with the scariest male she could ever imagine. What starts as an unholy bargain results in a deliciously erotic soul connection deeper than either of them dared to dream. How will they survive when everything is rigged against them? Are you brave enough to join Maya and A’Dar on their harrowing journey as they dodge death and discover their profound attraction?

There are a million ways to end up in the Alien Bride Lottery, but it takes only one. Every unmarried female human over the age of 21 gets entered once a year. You can also accept extra entries for legal infractions—instead of paying a parking fine, for example, you can request an extra entry. Lots of women do that. I mean, why not? The chances are astronomical that your name will get chosen to be one of the hundred or so women who get shipped off to space every year.

Cheating boyfriend. Check. Broken down car. Check. Four hot guys that want me to go on a road trip with them. Quadruple check. Couldn’t be worse than what I’ve already been through...could it? I mean, what could go wrong on a road trip with four hot men? The guys - Maddox, Lenny, Callan, and Alec. They’ve spent countless years searching, falling apart to almost nothing. None of them have much left to give, until they hit one lucky town. Friday is who they've been looking for, but how do they tell her? How do they tell her what they are…what she is?

Some tales are best told wet, dripping with blood and bowels, like a freshly slaughtered steer, its flesh and organs splayed across the butcher’s floor for all the world to see. Whether reading such stories or seeing such slaughters, the observe, and death is rarely heroic. These eight tales were run through the meat grinder and served-up raw. If you’re going in, bring plenty of napkins.

After escaping from the cruel alien trader who kept me captive for years, I’ve been hiding out on a massive ship full of alien warriors called Zivonians. I’ve even found the perfect hiding place: a smaller ship tucked away in the docking bay. Except...maybe my hiding spot isn’t that good after all. How was I supposed to know that one of the Zivonian warriors would steal a ship, so he could go on a dangerous mission to track down his lost brother? How was I supposed to know he’d pick the exact same ship I did?

It’s been months since we crashed into the Zivonians’ ship and were offered a place to stay, and in that time, I thought I had explored every part of The Oasis. But I was wrong. There’s one new place I just discovered: the brig. I wound up down there by accident, and now I can’t stop thinking about the Zivonian prisoner with the mesmerizing eyes and the intense stare. I know I shouldn’t let myself be drawn to him. He’s behind bars, after all. The smartest thing would be to forget all about him. But for some reason, I can’t stop myself from going back to visit him.

After being held captive by the Kruul for weeks, it’s a relief to finally be free. Or…mostly free. Instead of being locked up in a holding cell, I’m now stuck on a broken spaceship with a sexy silver fox who seems to hate me. Although it’s clear that Anzir intends to complete his rescue mission and keep me safe, I can tell he’s not happy about it. We get under each other’s skin, and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s older than me, or because I’m an optimist and he’s the grouchiest, most stoic man I’ve ever met.

When technical failures force us to abandon The Oasis, I end up alone in an escape pod with a dashing Zivonian warrior named Raza. If our situation was bad to start with, it gets a whole lot worse when the pod malfunctions, separating us from the others and sending us hurtling toward the surface of the planet where we’d hoped to settle.

I thought I'd escaped being given to an alien warrior. I was wrong. I was one hour away from washing out of the Alien Bride Games. None of the Khanavai warriors had chosen me, and I was scheduled on the next shuttle off the filming station. Then, a bright red alien passed me in a hallway—and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. Bad enough that my name had been drawn in the Bride Lottery. Now, even though they're supposedly over, I'm back in the Games. And not the usual ones, either—a whole new set of challenges, just for me. Guess it'll make for good television back home.

Somehow, I knew my name was going to be drawn in the Bride Lottery—the hellish agreement that Earth's leaders had made to sell us to the aliens who protected our planet. I'd grown up with the propaganda. It was our civic duty. Men registered for the draft; women registered for the Bride Lottery. No way in hell was I going to be handed over to some giant man to be brutalized into bearing his children. Instead, I cut out my bio-tracker and walked away from everything. I should have realized they'd send one of those hulking, brightly colored aliens to track me down and bring me back.