Prosta is an able soldier and inconspicuous alpha, whose soldiering days come to an abrupt end with the violent destruction of his company. He finds himself captured and taken north by two lycan men, his life and fate in question, ignorant as to why they have taken him alive.The lycans' intentions don't remain mysterious for long.Once the captive soldier is secure within their distant den, they call upon powerful magics — and Prosta is transformed.Gone from alpha to...

The orc had a buck slung effortlessly over one shoulder, a bow and quiver strapped to his back, and a naked chest. Fortunately — and unfortunately — he was clothed below the waist, a long kilt of wide leather strips obscuring any other familiar shapes.The orc said nothing. His golden eyes fixed on Efir, the rest of his face unreadable.The look was lengthy, for an orc's; Efir could not recall one of their kind ever giving one of his more than a brief and...

Efir of Etfan is huge.A nobleman turned soldier turned scapegoat, he has been blamed for a crime he didn't commit and punished with a magical curse, one meant to humiliate him by extreme and rapid weight gain.Bewildered and ashamed by a body he no longer recognizes, Efir retreats from the world, chopping lumber in the darkest woods where none can see him.…none, that is, but the orcs.An immense, muscular, and enigmatic breed, the orcs have an entirely differe...

Trapped by slavers and sold to a horrible creature who guards him like a treasure, at first Clove desires only freedom. His very nature revolts at the prospect of being deflowered. But everything changes when the impossible comes to pass: a revelation that his captor isn't all that he seems, and that Clove's desires are also transforming.Something is budding inside of him that makes him reluctant to run away.Ensnared by his captor's mysterious allure, Clove is equally tempt...

"You don't want to have any fun?" he asked."I didn't come over to have fun," said Chanming. "I came over to work magic."René looked at Chanming for too long, gazed into his eyes for too long. Too hard."We used to do both," he whispered.—Chanming and Donovan are magically monogamous; they use sex to shape the weather and influence the world around them for good. Their domestic bliss is challenged by the arrival of René, an ex boyfriend who needs help ...

The book of Acts has served as the foundational biblical text for the development of Pentecostal theology and biblical studies since the outpouring of the Spirit at the Azuza Street Revival in 1906. Now, over one hundred years have past since the Azuza Street Revival and the book of Acts is still at the forefront of the Pentecostal dialogue. Trajectories in Acts draws together the work of leading Pentecostal scholars each bringing their expertise to bear in tracing and developing trajector...

Johannine Literature offers some of the most beautiful, majestic, and profound theology contained within the entire biblical text. Within its works can be found the highest Christology, the capstone of eschatology, and the heartbreaking struggles of a community committed to Christ. However, it does not always get the attention it deserves in New Testament studies. This book seeks to remedy that by drawing together some of the most respected biblical scholars to bring their expertise to bea...

"You want your Eggplant-love, yes?" said Nuthatch, voice very low. It sounded like his voice had descended to his groin. It came from someplace deep and smoldering now, with no play in it.Efir nodded. He didn't think his throat was capable of speech."We are five in number," said the orc. He held up five fingers, counting them off in silence. Eggplant. Nuthatch. Fistful. Two others, unnamed. "But in love… only one."He lowered his five f...

Eggplant tossed Efir's belt onto the pile of orcish clothes, then reached for the bottom of his tunic.Every orc in the water was still. Every eye explored, appraised, devoured Efir's body as it emerged, as Eggplant slowly peeled the tunic up to reveal the human flesh, human color, pallid compared to their vivid colors, especially stark against Eggplant's deep indigo hands. Almost pearly white where the sun hadn't touched him, pink with the flush of blood. Utterly vulne...

He was too full of shameful fantasies. Old ones — Mercy pushing him down on the couch mid-game, easily silencing his teacher's protests, eagerly getting his way.The flutter of some hope in Mercy's eyes suddenly turned to a new flavor of desperation."I don't want their respect," he said. "I only care what you think."Rowan didn't say anything.He couldn't. Honesty was dangerous."What do you think of me?" Mercy demanded. "What do you really think of me?"...

What would have maimed and traumatized (mentally, physically, emotionally) most people sent the stupid little dumb blonde cutesy idiot through seven stages of ecstasy, moaning and cumming and cumming and moaning and squeaky-whiny begging for more as Sotto did to his guts what major corporate lawyers did to anti monopoly legislation.His doctor was going to be furious. There was going to be another lecture about an early knee replacement coming his way, Sotto could feel it.* ...

It's breeding season for the sirens, half-human half-aquatic creatures with a violent streak. Competition for mates is high, and brutal, as males fight to grow their harems.Fib, a ship's boy on the cusp of manhood, is morbidly fascinated by the creatures — in particular, by one massive bull siren, who notices the human lad as well.Fib sees losing his virginity to a siren as a safer alternative to the intimidating doors of a brothel; but when he gets in the water with a bull...