JamesonSteele

Jacob Turner finds himself at the heart of a battle that will determine the future of the world. Too bad that world isn't Earth.
A stranger from another world, armed with nothing but a revolver and a heart burdened with love, Jacob is thrust into the realm of Mirntha. A cowboy with no place to call home, Jacob must now fight against the Cursed Lord, a malevolent being whose hatred threatens to destroy everything.
Along the way, Jacob forges bonds with powerful allies, including the fierce and buxom Althea, the gentle Elara, and the vivacious Seraphina.
With kingdoms on the brink of collapse and ancient prophecies unfolding, Jacob's journey will test the limits of his courage, loyalty, and the unexpected strength of his heart. As darkness looms, love may be the only force powerful enough to save Mirntha—or destroy it.

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This is a harem fantasy story that starts out slow. There is a focus on the romance and slice of life, but will contain many R18 scenes further down the line.

Tags include: Action, Fantasy, Weak to Strong, Romance, Large Harem, MILFs, Queens and Princesses, Mother-daughter pairs, R18.

The Wandering Cowboy: A Harem Fantasy

<p>"So, let me get this straight," Thorne said, leaning back in his creaky wooden chair. He crossed his arms with an exaggerated air of disbelief, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You saved the Queen from an incurable disease, killed a mythical Kraken of all things, and made it back here, in one piece, all in just ten days." He paused for dramatic effect, his brown eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. "Are you absolutely sure you're human? Because, honestly, I'm starting to have some doubts."</p>

<p>Jacob rolled his eyes and pushed Thorne's face away as the man leaned in closer, his expression insufferably amused. "You missed the part where I spent a whole damn week in bed, and how my right arm felt like hell," Jacob said, though his tone held more exasperation than actual anger.</p>

A Little Gift