Celestine Chronicles

How hard could it be?

You're back? And you want to know what happened next? Well okay then, pull up a chair and I'll tell you what went down in Minot.

Yes. North Dakota. THAT Minot. Just goes to show not all the strange is confined to the big city.

We went up there looking for the missing daughter of a friend of mine, and wound up neck-deep in trouble when instead of the missing girl, we found a drug ring.

And a mind controlled cult.

Ruse did something stupid, Cougs got jealous, Kahni caused trouble, I got arrested again, and by the end of it half the town was gunning for my hide.

Interested? Well grab a drink and some snacks, because you'll never believe this ...

The game real heroes are DYING to play ...

When an invitation to try a cutting edge game promising darkly sensual adventure drops in Abram's lap, it's an offer he can't refuse. After all, as an agoraphobe who never leaves his apartment, his social life is defined by, and limited to, games.

Yet an interesting premise quickly shows its dark side as his mind is filled with memories of unspeakable torment, forcing him to rely on his meta-knowledge just to stay sane. The game is like nothing he's ever played: it has no tutorial, no HUD, no levels, no experience system, no respawns, and no mercy.

Surviving against all expectation, battered by memories of a woman he can't help but hate, Abram's only hope for survival is given to him by a chance encounter with Angrboda, the legendary mother of Fenrir. In her arms he learns that only through sensual exchange can he advance, and with her support he sets his sights on power, rulership, and a harem of mythical, or murderous, women.

Celestine is a world of monsters. The strong rule the weak, trust is in short supply, and the only real options for the true survivor are to lay it, or slay it.

Thank goodness it's only a game ...

Warning: This book does not pan to waving curtains and fade to black. Those uninterested or under the age of eighteen are strongly warned of explicit content.

Can't win for losin' ...

As any gambler will tell you, luck runs hot and cold. For my many sins I've been forced to scrape a life out of poker games and side-jobs on the fringes of civil society. I thought I hit it big when I raked fifty-grand off the table at a roadhouse in Texas.

It is amazing what a win can cost you.

Now, on the run from a drug cartel headed by an unstoppable juggernaut, pursued by a shape-shifting killer, and framed for attempted murder, I have to protect a girl with a bounty on her head as I try to figure out why the hell the vehicles I turn on are suddenly transforming into stupidly hot super-powered women.

I guess you take the good with the bad, right? So pull up a chair and pick your poison, I'm gonna tell you a story you will never believe ...

Warning: This book has adult themes including a slow burn harem and violence.