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

"Oy, where'd you doze off to?" Thorne's gruff voice snapped Jacob out of his thoughts as the old man banged a heavy fist on the counter.

Jacob blinked, shaking his head as he pushed aside the warm memory of Angela's joyful news. He realized he'd been smiling.

"Nothing, just remembered something." He took another sip of his ale before leaning back. "As I was saying, I'll be taking care of Angela and Althea, making sure both of them have the most comfortable pregnancies possible."

"Make sure you do," Thorne said with a nod, his expression serious.

The two continued drinking, their conversation drifting to simpler things—bar fights Thorne had broken up, rumors from the city, the best roasted boar Thorne had ever eaten. The ale flowed freely, and the occasional laughter from the few remaining patrons punctuated the late-night silence.

No Escape From Fate