An old legend circulates throughout the town during harvest time: a cryptid known as the Patch-Dweller. A creature that raids farms and gardens, devours their crops, and leaves nothing but scraps behind; the Patch-Dweller infamously frequents pumpkin patches, hollowing them out and leaving a black sludge behind inside - the only concrete proof of its existence. Almost none have seen it, with the few who have unable to catch a clear glimpse... The harvest season has reached its peak, and 19 year-old Penny Shepherd has repeatedly found her crops devastated and ruined, her pumpkins broken and oozing with sludge. Suspecting the legend to be true, she goes out one night to investigate. The myth proves itself to be reality, and Penny finds herself face to face with the Patch-Dweller. Rather than fear, however, the sighting sparked Penny's interest and excitement. She prepares for her second close encounter with the cryptid, as so too were her own fantasies about to become a spicy reality.

A promiscuous young woman finds herself in a fantasy world with an RPG-like leveling system. She'll learn to survive it the only way she knows how. With her body. An Erotic LitRPG, Gamelit, Progression Fantasy novel with Mature themes.

The next part of Sarah's adventure.

Lifelong friends Calla and Brunk have been traveling the kingdoms and killing monsters together for years. They are used to being to being on the road for months at a time, sleeping on rough grounds under the stars. They love their life, and each other, just not romantically. Until one orc breeding season everything changes.

Across the continent of Saichon, fae are being hunted and women are oppressed, so being born a magical fae woman is not a winning combination of genes. And being adopted means these genes are my secret to carry in order to keep my family safe. And I would do anything to keep my family safe. Anything. Including marrying a stranger for a dowry. [Thank you to everyone who reads, likes & comments! This is quite a different story for me, but I had a blast writing it and I hope you all enjoy reading it! CoffeeAndABook6]

On Halloween night, a witch meets a black cat that is more than he seems.

When Princess Elena was 16, she was locked away in a tall tower, to be guarded by a fearsome dragon until the end of her days. Unbeknownst to her, the evil stepmother who arranged her fate and the fearsome dragon who guards her struck a deal - should the Princess ever attempt to flee, the dragon may do as he wishes to her. Princess Elena, however, has no intention of ever leaving her home. She likes it here, quite a lot, and she really has nowhere else to go. Two years later, she has yet to try to flee even once. Unfortunately for her, the dragon tires of waiting for his payment. Warning: Graphic depictions of sex. Mature audiences only (18+).

I never actually thought that the summoning spell would work, so imagine my surprise when a six-foot-something incredibly hunky, incredibly cocky incubus suddenly popped up in my apartment, demanding that I fulfill some "contract." Contract? I just needed someone to curse my ex, but he thinks I need to get laid, and he's pretty damn insistent about proving the point. I've always been warned against Dealing with a Devil, but you know what? Vengeance has never been so sweet.

Yasmine had made a mistake. A costly, dire mistake. She'd whispered a plea in the darkness to a passing knight - save me from the dragon, and I will do anything you want - but she'd never imagined this outcome. It had been a shot in the dark, a final hurrah sort of thing, her last hope in escaping the tyrant clutches of the crimson drake who had kept her prisoner in a tall, inaccessible tower in the depths of a dark, mysterious forest. It was a tale as old as time, the Princess, held captive by some monstrous, ravenous beast that could only be bested by the greatest of heroes. Back then, Yas had believed that anything was preferable to the dragon and her captivity. Her daydreams had been of dashing heroes on beautiful white stallions come to sweep her off into the sunset, maybe claim her hand, and her kingdom, with a quick, romantic marriage. She'd been naïve. Humans, at their core, are selfish and covetous, and she should have known that if she gave her word, someone would eventually come to collect. Not out of the goodness of their hearts, no, she had been in the tower far too long for it to be that. They came for the payment. They came for her. Warning: Instances of non-consent and reluctance within the story, as well as graphic depictions of sex, violence, and gore. Mature audiences only.

Xer'Tal the Bloodthirsty had spent years as a warrior and now works as personal guard. With a world at war, his skills are in high demand however being an orc meant he was jaded to the world. People treated him poorly, gave him no trust, and he didn't trust a single person, even those who paid him. So he wasn't expecting someone like Tansy Wilde. Tansy Wilde was sent out from her family's lumberyard to head to the Kelpfar mountains to negotiate with the kobolds for a trade agreement when a bandit waylaid her plans. She escaped and fled to the nearest town where she asked after someone she could hire to protect her and she was sent straight to Xer'tal. Tansy knew orcs, she saw them occasionally at the lumberyard but there was something about this orc that has her breath catching in her chest. She paid him coin and asked him if he could escort her to Kelpfar and then back to her family's lumberyard. The coin was more than good so he agreed. The two start off but the stoic and cynical Xer'tal has no clue what to do with the bubbly and sweet Tansy as they make their way into the wilds. He finds the lines between job and employer he has always held firm waver under the sunshine of one singular, talkative woman as, for the first time in a long time, he is treated like a person that matters and not just as an orc. And Tansy finds her heart opening up more and more as the orc lets her truly be herself for the first time in years. Worlds and cultures collide as these two grow closer and only time will tell if love will bloom as they traverse the wilds between them.