PORTAL FER SALLook, if you are looking for a serious, grimdark fantasy about a "Chosen One" fulfilling an ancient prophecy, I am not your author. But if you need a good laugh, interdimensional tax evasion, and weaponized 1970s upholstery? Pull up a chair.
My name is Joseph. I'm a bankrupt systems engineer who bought a falling-down estate in rural Alabama for forty-four grand, entirely because the phenomenally misspelled "Fer Sal" sign in the front yard spoke to my soul.
Turns out, the previous owners forgot to mention the property came with a five-hundred-acre magical forest and an active interdimensional portal.
My first squatter is Lexi. She's a 94-year-old, drop-dead gorgeous apex predator who crossed dimensions specifically to buy two cartons of Marlboro Reds. My real estate paperwork accidentally bricked the Wi-Fi password to her ride home, and she's stranded in my living room.
The compromise? I figure out a way to fix her commute, and she teaches me interdimensional capitalism.
Lexi is a "luxury" furniture dealer. She sells the absolute ugliest, mustard-plaid 1970s couches we can drag out of terrestrial thrift stores to medieval aristocrats who think Earth synthetics are high-status alien technology.
But I’m not just her delivery boy. I introduce the 14th century to premium Earth tobacco, trading cheap cigars for pounds of raw silver to officially become a medieval nicotine kingpin.
Now, if I can just figure out how to reverse-engineer their magical runes to get A/C to work in a sweltering medieval dimension called Dirt—yep, that’s literally the realm's name—our monopoly will be complete.
Between dodging the local agricultural cartel, laundering pirate treasure through the town hardware store, and building magical prototypes in a cinderblock bunker, my hands are full. Especially because my house is now inhabited by three highly lethal, immortal women.
The kicker? Their alien biology is specifically wired to feed on the kinetic output of male hubris.
Good thing I'm busy cornering a multi-dimensional economy. My ego has absolutely never been higher.
I have been reading fantasy and science fiction for over 50 years. I support independent authors because it's hard to break into this market. I always look for a new spin on world building, character development and rules of magic when I find a new writer. I am also no prude and enjoy a steamy scene. All that said, this book is just an adolescent male fantasy and would frankly make a better x-rated short film about other worldly babes who like it every way possible and with a ridiculously egotistical 26 year-old boy-man. The writing is so redundant - I had to read the A/C was 68 degrees, the Tesla was dying, the women were apex predators, Lexi wore Daisy Duke shorts, and no one worn anything under their simple sun dresses way way way too many times. There was the promise of some original ideas - I liked the setting of rural Alabama, some of the potential for conflict with the locals, a portal to a different world, and trying to make magic work between two different operating systems. There was also room to add humor. These ideas are squandered or overshadowed by redundant writing, no character development, and over the top male fantasy sex scenes. I'm not going to bother with the second book.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
There's an actual There's an actual reason I'm only giving this 2 stars. It has nothing to do with the sex and the book. I gave it 2 stars because 1 entire chapter repeats itself. Also before that there was a sentence that just cut off right in the middle. The story itself is pretty decent. The sex is not overly crude, But it can be skipped I skipped. I skipped most of them. I know here lately I've been doing reviews for mostly litrpg books but this is portal harem fantasy.
This book was exactly whay the author claimed it to be. Lite. Fairly quick paced and easy to track. No angst or waffling back and forth with some teen twit who spends most of the story with crippling anxiety or quick changing between multiple personalities and a compulsive need to apologize for everything. Much much better than the last few books I tried to read.
A beautiful fiance, her insatiable girlfriends, and thermodynamic magic. Back county markets, high stakes sales, and malfunctioning steel carriages make distinctly non-low profile moments worth your time and attention.
Combo Harem-building, magi-tech, (somewhat illegal) capitalistic empire building, and portal fantasy. Situated in the very rural South. Good enuf I want to read the (currently) non-existent series.
Magic approached in a practical engineering way. Slightly bad engineering works better. Revisiting the70's bad styles of furniture and taste makes horribly funny.
Fun read...kinda crazy...worthy of your time...fun relaxing story... looking forward to seeing what type of trouble they get themselves into in the next book... enjoy...