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Portals continue to open faster and faster, spewing more and more aggressive dinosaurs across the world, and the situation has gone from bad to worse. Cities are out of supplies, small towns are being wiped out by the vicious reptiles, and it's taking everything they have for the military to maintain any semblance of order.Amid all the carnage and chaos, Jason, Becka, and Hae-won must journey north to rescue Becka’s mother. Navigating safely through bloodthirsty dinosaurs and the worst humanity has to offer will be no easy task.

I’m playing a dangerous game working for a crime syndicate while trying to overthrow them from within. And when the crime syndicate is working with our country’s mortal enemies to destroy our kingdom, and will do anything to keep that information private, I have tread very carefully. But thanks to my talented and beautiful girlfriends, and my ability to capture souls in gems to cast magical spells, nothing is going to stop me.

A month ago, I was a lowly alchemist who was a glorified handyman for the magic academy. Then, I learned I had the contraband ability to capture the souls of magical beings inside gems and use them to cast magic of my own. Now, I’m the big man on campus. I’m rubbing shoulders with the elite of our kingdom, and I’m trying to topple a crime syndicate that’s working with our worst enemies.

The arsenal of guns that I can summon has grown along with the number of my allies, and we have managed to outrun the pursuing mages for the time being. Unfortunately, to get away from them we had to go places they won’t: mutant infested wilderness, forgotten towns filled with strange religious cults, and even more dangerous locales. So we still have plenty of problems, but as I’m learning, there aren’t many problems that can survive a bullet to the head.

We escaped from New York City, but the mages are still hot on our heels. We’re heading west, to see a man about a gun. Actually, a lot of guns. Any gun I touch I can summon back, so I need to grow my arsenal to have a chance to fend off our pursuers and make it to the west coast. Unfortunately, we’ll have to traverse miles mutant-infested wilderness to get to our contact, and even if we make it through the mutant lands, the mages could easily be waiting for us on the other side. I’m definitely gonna need a lot of guns.

On January 1st, 2020, the comet hit, and a good chunk of the people on Earth died or turned into mutants. But some people gained powerful magical abilities. You would think that the fall of humankind would usher in a time of peace and happiness for the survivors, but since powerful people tend to be assholes, life got worse, and these mages enslaved those who couldn’t protect themselves. I have magic too, but not just any magic. I can summon guns, and nothing kills asshole mages better than a bullet through the brain.

When aliens came to Earth and said they needed a winner, well, I was busy running America. Fantastically. So, the next best winner was Marc Havak. Through two books he's been funny, handsome, and beaten odds that would have made ordinary men cry like losers. This third book though, I'm telling you, this book is amazing. More of everything you love. Edge-of-your-seat alien battles on fantastic worlds? Win. Smoking hot alien babes who are total 10s? Win. Enough heart and guts from the main character to fill one of my incredible hotels? Win.

My fellow Americans, we are here for one reason: the fact that I picked Marc Havak to represent us in the crucible of carnage. Now, before we talk about how fantastic I am at making world leader decisions, let’s talk about how great this sequel is. I've read many sequels, and all were bad. Very very bad. But this one? It's the best. And not just because I'm in it. No. Well, yes. I’m in it, and I always do a fantastic job with everything.

When the aliens came down and told us they’d enslave all of the human race if we didn’t send our bigliest warrior to participate in their arena death games, I laughed at them. It was really funny because they obviously didn’t know who they were dealing with. Know what I mean? Then they said they would pick the greatest warrior, and they picked Marc Havak. He seemed like such an average guy, but he was a true-blue American. He even worked as a truck driver! That’s the kind of good guy we want defending us from aliens.

Tremendous. Tremendously tremendous. Tremendous in its tremendocity. That is how I would describe book four in the Arena series. I say so. Everyone says so. But mostly, I say so. My best friend, Marc Havak, who I hand-picked to represent the planet Earth in an interstellar gladiatorial competition, has kicked-butt and taken names, as I knew he would. Everyone I pick wins. And they win bigly. But this audiobook, wow, this one is amazing. Intense action with yours truly saving the day and telling these alien losers how much they suck? You're hired.

Space babes who kick five times the tremendous behind. It's in here. Action that would make Michael Bay splooge himself. It's in here. A main character who spouts more one-liners than Ryan Reynolds on PCP. It's in here. There is so much tremendous stuff in here that I decided to let Marc Havak take center stage.

The die have been cast, and now the fate of both the Fae and the human race rest in Milton’s hands. Milton is the Racmoth, a hero destined in Fae lore to defeat the forces of evil. It’s a lot for him to wrap his head around, but thankfully he has his band of beautiful, badass women to help him along the way. Together, Milton and his team must use their powers to battle an ancient wizard, an undead army, and scores of monsters from the nether realm. And to think, a month ago he had just been a delivery driver.

After my parents were murdered, I thought the most difficult things in my near future were to find their killer and take over my father’s gang. Well, I found the killer, but then the FBI had to get in the way. While running from the feds, I ended up falling through this portal and into another world with crazy creatures, monster-people, and magic. But there are things I’m familiar with. Like corruption. Like organized crime. Like beautiful women. And I think I could do pretty well for myself in this new world.

I became a trucker to bring some travel and adventure into my days, but I never expected my classic rig would change my life so entirely. Then old Spitfire drove us through a mysterious portal to a cutthroat and perilous world. Here, women warriors are owned by backers and pitted against one another in high-stakes arenas, and they’re not just fighting for glory. They’re fighting for lots and lots of riches. The only way to get my hands on my fair share is to duel a backer, kill him, and gain all his women warriors and possessions.

Jacob and Logan are redefining wrestling Podcasts! Are you tired of the same Wrestling podcasts that are more radio, or just interviewing wrestlers? Those are great, but it is time for something different! Here at TMWCP, we want to merge a comedy podcast, and a wrestling podcast in to one! Pro Wrestling is goofy, and should not constantly be taken seriously. If you want to talk about wrestling, but have fun and a good laugh while doing so, this is the place!

Bodyguarding two beautiful twins on their journey to a poker tournament wasn’t my normal type of work as a wandering Sellsword, but the pay is good and the ladies weren’t hard on the eyes. But as I quickly learned, there was more than meets the eye to these twins, and trouble follows them everywhere. What should be a simple excursion is very likely to end in a blood bath, and it would take all my skills to make sure none of it was mine.