On an alternate earth where England’s George III choked to death in 1767, the next couple hundred years played out far differently. In 1992 sniper Sergeant John Smith—in the face of personal and professional heartbreak—bids adieu to a nine-year career in the Royal Marine Corps. Three years later, he is hired by corporate buccaneer Jean Lafitte to find out what happened to several of his executives, who have gone missing. Smith discovers that East Coast dames are deadlier, the films are tawdrier, and that revenge is a dish served in calibers larger than even he was used to throwing downrange. It’s a far cry from the relatively civilized criminal scene of his hometown, Ft. Detroit City. The deeper Smith digs, the more mysteries he unearths. Before he knows it, he is up to his eyeballs in out-of-this-world drugs, court-martials, Imperial Russian Spetsnaz, and romance. Two things he learns for sure, though: Miss Eva Braun is not much of an actress and the Corps, in the person of his old pal Gunny Scarbutt, still has his back.

The Smiths and the Sammartinos are visiting the Outer Banks vacation home of brother and sister Jules and Victoria Thibodeaux when a mysterious stranger, Paul Drake gets dropped off by a Wing-in-Ground Effect ocean-going craft that appeared seemingly from nowhere. Drake claims to be a scout from another version of earth, dropped off at the wrong version of earth by accident. Things go well initially, at least until Drake’s sister-in-law by marriage shows up with a WIG-full of pistol-packing nuns, the Godmother of the East Coast Irish mobs takes an interest and then a boatload of Cuban thugs try to kidnap the ladies. Tough times make for strange alliances and Smith finds himself in some of the strangest as his Empire and Paul Drake’s gear up to fight an existential threat from yet another timeline.

On an earth where George III died in 1767, former Royal Marine elite sniper John Smith, born Robin Fletcher Sherwood, deals with dazzling, dangerous damsels, cold-blooded criminals, and mysterious, enigmatic refugees from timelines far more advanced than his own. Though he’d much prefer to be reading cheesy sciencey fiction, swapping lies with other marines, or quaffing ice-cold beers (shaken, not stirred), King, Country, and his beloved new wife have all turned to him for help. The fate of his world hangs in the balance, and so Colonel John Smith is forced to rely, yet again, on cold lead and nerves of steel.

What would you get if you took one-part Cthulhu mythos, some hearty dashes of Greek and Norse mythology, and then added in a fashion-obsessed young lady superspy desperately seeking her one true love? It might look like Superspy Dawn and the Extra-Galactic Shoggoth. Aided by Olga, the pedicurist with a thousand talents and a mysterious past, and Chad, her long-suffering assistant, Dawn embarks on a seemingly impossible quest. Not only must she overcome eldritch horrors, alien invaders and her own Agency’s myriad bureaucratic idiocies before attempting to thwart her powerful and malevolent father’s plan to conquer the world, Dawn has to do so while wearing just the right lingerie for each occasion.