Seven Ways to Spice Up Zero Gravity
(2026)(The third book in the Space Prison series)
A novel by J Foster Ward
NOTE: please read to the end if you need to be warned about adult content!
Castaway in an orbital space truckstop… the only thing worse than being trapped alone? Being trapped with seven alien strippers…
Escaped necroplanet convict one day, space-marshal the next. After accidentally becoming respectable, Grant finally has everything under control. His alien wives have taken the kids to Hoplia to claim their inheritance, and for the first time in months the galaxy has mostly stopped trying to kill him.
Or did it? Because after freeing his ship, freeze-drying his enemies and ferrying the galaxy’s next top pop-star home, Grant finds going legit is not something he was made for. The answer is a well-earned ‘man-cation’ and some alone-time to avoid thinking too hard about responsibility.
But he better be careful what he wishes for, because the galaxy says ‘hold my zorp’ and Grant finds himself stranded on a derelict space station at the asteroid-end of nowhere.
>150-year-old vending machine snacks? Check.
>Packed with malfunctioning AI mascots? Also check.
>Pirates who immediately decide it belongs to them instead? Double-check.
'''and to say it has a ‘severe mold problem’ is an understatement.
But nothing can prepare Grant for when he discovers the dangerous secret lurking in the heart of his castaway home…
Exotic dancers… and g-strings.
Shacking up with a scratch crew of alien strippers was not part of Grant’s long-term life plan. But running a station means protecting it. Feeding people. Keeping them safe. And somehow convincing a group of interstellar exotic dancers that he might actually qualify as leadership material.
Packed with explosive action, space-western mayhem, castaway survival, corporate satire, found-family heart, and a highly irresponsible amount of pole-dancing-related problem solving. Perfect for readers who love irreverent space opera, blue-collar sci-fi heroes, ‘humans are space orcs’ energy, HFY, and harem adventures where the only way to control a crew of hot alien strippers is showing them how ‘working the pole''' is done on Earth.
Strap in. Redline the engines. Don’t forget your fat stack of singles.
18+ CONTENT WARNING: This is a sci-fi harem adventure set in a morally flexible alien civilization. If adult themes, aggressive flirting with space hotties, and a hero who leaves a trail of alien carnage in low orbit aren’t your thing, maybe you should take up yoga instead of reading this book. That seems more your speed.
Genre: HaremLit
Castaway in an orbital space truckstop… the only thing worse than being trapped alone? Being trapped with seven alien strippers…
Escaped necroplanet convict one day, space-marshal the next. After accidentally becoming respectable, Grant finally has everything under control. His alien wives have taken the kids to Hoplia to claim their inheritance, and for the first time in months the galaxy has mostly stopped trying to kill him.
Or did it? Because after freeing his ship, freeze-drying his enemies and ferrying the galaxy’s next top pop-star home, Grant finds going legit is not something he was made for. The answer is a well-earned ‘man-cation’ and some alone-time to avoid thinking too hard about responsibility.
But he better be careful what he wishes for, because the galaxy says ‘hold my zorp’ and Grant finds himself stranded on a derelict space station at the asteroid-end of nowhere.
>150-year-old vending machine snacks? Check.
>Packed with malfunctioning AI mascots? Also check.
>Pirates who immediately decide it belongs to them instead? Double-check.
'''and to say it has a ‘severe mold problem’ is an understatement.
But nothing can prepare Grant for when he discovers the dangerous secret lurking in the heart of his castaway home…
Exotic dancers… and g-strings.
Shacking up with a scratch crew of alien strippers was not part of Grant’s long-term life plan. But running a station means protecting it. Feeding people. Keeping them safe. And somehow convincing a group of interstellar exotic dancers that he might actually qualify as leadership material.
Packed with explosive action, space-western mayhem, castaway survival, corporate satire, found-family heart, and a highly irresponsible amount of pole-dancing-related problem solving. Perfect for readers who love irreverent space opera, blue-collar sci-fi heroes, ‘humans are space orcs’ energy, HFY, and harem adventures where the only way to control a crew of hot alien strippers is showing them how ‘working the pole''' is done on Earth.
Strap in. Redline the engines. Don’t forget your fat stack of singles.
18+ CONTENT WARNING: This is a sci-fi harem adventure set in a morally flexible alien civilization. If adult themes, aggressive flirting with space hotties, and a hero who leaves a trail of alien carnage in low orbit aren’t your thing, maybe you should take up yoga instead of reading this book. That seems more your speed.
Genre: HaremLit
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