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After surviving winter’s siege, Ethan’s next project isn’t just repairing the cabin—it’s expanding it into a fortress. But when a rogue quartz vision hints at his power to breed with magical beings, priorities shift from walls to wonders. Joined by Mara, Lyra, and Nerissa, he ventures to the Elvin kingdom Silvermist, and to the ancient stone golem, for guidance. Yet nothing’s as treacherous as the face from his past—his brother James, whose return could make or break everything Ethan’s built.

Who would have ever guessed I would be where I am right now? Five smoking hot wives, more than a hundred priestesses of Odona with me in the new town we built, and at least a couple of babies on the way. Plus, my companions include four tribes of monster girls. Four. Full. Tribes. That’s the good news. But we’re also facing what could be the end of all we know. Invaders from another world, bent on destroying everything, have arrived. We’re not sure if the Aycrishi Sodality will help us, or if they’ll take the opportunity to try to kill us as we defend our home.

When dungeon doors all over the world closed and locked on the same day, people weren’t too concerned. Though arcstone, the material that powered most of the world’s devices, could only be found in the dungeon, they still had plenty on hand. The doors would open again, surely. Then the anomalies began to appear. Snatching up people, never to be seen again. This was the world Phineas Lenville was born into thirty years later.

I’ll just say it. I hate secret doors with magical locks. So much. You would think after all my smoking hot companions and I had been through, we could catch a break. I mean, Dayra, every librarian fantasy rolled up into one with a dash of badassery, even found a magical book to help us. But no. Now we’re on our way to the mysterious land of Sauvaxera, heading toward the ocean. Why? To find the lost race of sirens, of course! Their voice magic is the only chance we have left to move on with our quest.

My future had been planned out for almost ten years. I was to marry Mia, my best friend, and we were supposed to live happily ever after. There was one major problem though; I realized I had no interest in women. Even so, I still planned to make my best friend's wish come true.

They took her from me. The Gods, those arrogant, backstabbing, hypocrites. My one love, the only spark in my eternal, glitter-covered prison of matchmaking nonsense. Me, Cupid, the God of Love. The punchline to every joke on Olympus. Well, guess what? I'm not laughing anymore. You'd think I'd get a happy ending, right? Wrong!