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Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts. I’d been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps. It turned out, though, there’s all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.

Tap the cask and mind the Lanes. No favors, no leashes. Opening Night’s epic hangover is interrupted by a shiver that runs through the Hollows. Then, just as we’re recovering, a Smiling Man tries to buy The Butt and Beam from under me. And then a bikini-clad vampire begs me for sanctuary with her angry father on her heels. So, yes. Things are busy. I’m Chris Holloway, Landlord, still the only bloke in Pant-y-Giggles and still learning the Way of the Hollows.

Two thousand years after entering cryosleep to escape an alien invasion, Doctor Lance Winters awakens to a transformed Earth where humanity is an endangered species and survival is a game managed by a ruthless alien overlord. As a former combat medic, Lance must cultivate a fortified farm in the ruins outside Los Angeles, not just to survive the monstrous biological horrors roaming the wild, but to rebuild the human race with the help of the beautiful, bio-engineered Bunkin women who look to him as their Master.

Drafted to the front, Francis Lancaster has one purpose: to keep his half-brother Michael alive on the blood-soaked fields of Reevotort, where six months of fighting the beastkin army has taken its toll on the kingdom. When Francis steps into his brother’s punishment, that moment changes everything. Now, whenever Francis dies, he wakes a few days before his death, every skill and stat he gained, kept.

According to local legend, there is an inn run by gorgeous half-elf women who can ease the pain of broken soldiers like me. Just a rumor, right? That's what I thought…until I met Amalya. Stunning half-elf priestess at a spa hidden in the Borderlands—the semi-magical forest between human and elf territories—she would show me past the front door of a business like no other.

I’ve often dreamed of bumping into the three hot alphas I spent my school days crushing over. In those dreams, I’m sexy and sophisticated. The kind of omega who knocks them off their feet. Unfortunately, the day that dream becomes a reality – the day I’m reunited with Pack Hart – I’m dressed as a Christmas elf. Yep, an elf – complete with pointy ears, stripy stockings and bells on my shoes.

Damien’s recent fight has drawn unwanted attention—especially from Eric Avalon, the father of the body he now inhabits. Eric has begun to question how his untalented son could have grown so powerful in such a short time. One wrong answer could mean death for Damien, but lying low isn’t an option either.