Dungeons & Gangsters Series by Marco Frazetta

I’m gonna tell you something right from the start: I’m not the good guy. I was good once, when I was a kid. Little league trophies, comic book collection, straight A’s. Hell, I got myself into Dragontusk University of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A real Harry Potter, I was gonna be. But then I found out, the life of slaying dragons, the life of rescuing princesses, the life of a white picket fence and family photo Christmas cards... that was never for me.I’m a hobgoblin... moreI’m gonna tell you something right from the start: I’m not the good guy. I was good once, when I was a kid. Little league trophies, comic book collection, straight A’s. Hell, I got myself into Dragontusk University of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A real Harry Potter, I was gonna be. But then I found out, the life of slaying dragons, the life of rescuing princesses, the life of a white picket fence and family photo Christmas cards... that was never for me.I’m a hobgoblin. And if one thing hobgoblins care about, it’s blood. Blood ties, blood debts. I’ve started with Mickey Mouse scores: holding up liquor stores, dealing tree, squeezing Kobold Delis.But now, a big heist has come my way, and I just might land a real score, a huge score. Now, I just have to let go of worn out dreams, and accept what I am... a stone cold GANGSTER. Warning: This book contains explicit language, explicit action, explicit everything. Adults only, all that jazz. If you’re a precious snowflake, this book is a friggin’ flame thrower. less

On the road. On the run. On the brink. This is what I’m dealing with: cash dwindling down to nothing, two hybrid girls who have no idea who they are or where they come from, a snot-nosed little goblin who’s constantly leeching me for money but also my best friend, a lunatic billionaire and a crime lord who I just stole their prized possession from. Oh, not to mention the cops.  Returning to my hometown of Philly, I got even more problems... moreOn the road. On the run. On the brink. This is what I’m dealing with: cash dwindling down to nothing, two hybrid girls who have no idea who they are or where they come from, a snot-nosed little goblin who’s constantly leeching me for money but also my best friend, a lunatic billionaire and a crime lord who I just stole their prized possession from. Oh, not to mention the cops.  Returning to my hometown of Philly, I got even more problems. My cappo cousin demands to know why I abandoned the family all those years ago—and he asks with fists and bullets. My sushi-making kobold landlord is constantly squeezing me for rent, and my two hybrid girls are burning a hole in my pocket and a raging fire... down there. What’s a hobgoblin wise guy like me to do? Why, man up and do the one thing I know how: be a stone cold gangster. Warning if you didn't pay attention to the warning on Book 1: This book contains explicit language, explicit action, explicit nudity, explicit lyrics, explicit everything. Adults only, all that jazz. If you’re a precious snowflake, this book is a friggin’ flame thrower. less