Feast your eyes on the stunning covers for MARRIAGE MARKET MISADVENTURES, a light-hearted shared-world series of queer romances where elves from all over the realm gather at the Everend Midsummer Markets to meet, match, and marry—with plenty of shenanigans along the way!
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📚 Coming this Summer! Preorder here: everendeverafter.com
@lisa_henry_author & @sarahhoneywriting - Romancing the Throne (June 26)
@authorkmcintyre - Berries and Blades (July 3)
@dakota.quinn.writes - Quills and Starlight (July 10)
Lisa Henry & Sarah Honey - Romancing the Throne (June 26)
One innocent elf. One besotted envoy. One unexpected case of… butterflies?.
Katherine McIntyre - Berries and Blades (July 3)
One bumbling berry farmer. One prickly bounty hunter. One accidental kidnapping--not, in fact, marriage related--that quickly turns scorching.
Kota Quinn - Quills and Starlight (July 10)
One stoic scholar afraid to leave home. One royal playboy always chasing his next adventure. One itty-bitty rumor that can ruin everything.
Katey Hawthorne - The Rake and the Cake (July 17)
One clever baker out to prove herself. One royal black sheep ducking her duty to the family. One mutually beneficial fake engagement that gets hotter than any magical oven.
Essie Sloane - Love and Clockwork (July 24)
One elf is looking for love and marriage. One elf is looking to peddle his wares. Can they find what they're looking for at Everend Market?
When you’re facing The End, it’s time to rewind to the beginning.
Blurb
At thirty-eight years old, Sandro Zanetti is quickly aging out of hockey. But the Trailblazers are chasing a history-making third consecutive championship this season, so until his knees fail him, he plans on giving his all to the sport.
What he doesn’t need is the documentary film crew following the team’s every move. Because the director? Is Bennett Jackson.
Former college sweetheart. Breaker of hearts. Still unbearably handsome.
But their relationship is also history and has been for fifteen years.
Bennett Jackson is one project away from the credits rolling on his career after his last film flopped. This behind-the-scenes look at the hottest team in the league is his last chance at redemption…and possibly his last chance at redeeming himself with the one man who’s always held his heart.
Neither of them planned for old jokes to resurface or on the inconvenient fact that their chemistry is very much alive.
But as the action heats up on and off the ice—and on and off camera—their reunion looks less like a rerun of heartbreak and more like a revival of that first chemistry.
And Sandro and Bennett may discover that some stories deserve a sequel.
Excerpt
“Got an umbrella?” Sandro asked.
“No. And if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you. What if I need it?”
“Asshole,” Sandro replied, laughing. “Give me your jacket at least. Yours has a hood.”
Bennett stared at him for a long moment. “No.”
“Man. Chivalry is dead, I tell you.”
“Here. I’ll get a little closer to your front door.” He eased the car forward a few inches, then put it in park. He jerked a thumb at his own chest. “Chivalrous.”
Sandro snorted a laugh and took off his jacket, ready to use it as a stand-in umbrella. “See ya. Thanks for the lift home, even if you won’t walk a boy to his door.”
There was more he wanted to say, but he couldn’t figure out where to start.
Go back to LA?
Never leave again?
Why are you really here?
But he needed time to get his thoughts in order, so he splashed out into the downpour.
To his surprise, Bennett met him on the sidewalk and, using his own jacket, held it over the both of them as they jogged up to the covered porch.
“You didn’t . . .” The words got stuck in Sandro’s throat as Bennett shook the rain off his jacket. Strands of blond hair had escaped his bun and hung loose around his face, beginning to go frizzy from the moisture in the air. Sandro curled his hands into fists in the material of his jacket, hanging wetly in front of him, to stop himself from reaching out and tucking one behind Bennett’s ear. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Tell me again how chivalry is dead?”
A laugh escaped him again, and his gaze snagged on Bennett’s.
There’d been times those eyes had squinted in annoyance or flashed with anger or heated in desire. Right now, as Bennett slowly lost his smile, they were none of those things.
Just vulnerable in their desperation.
Sandro’s chest squeezed tight, and with a sudden clarity, he knew he didn’t want to hear whatever Bennett wanted to tell him.
“Sandy—”
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”
“San—”
“No.” Heart pounding, Sandro took a step back. “It’s ancient history. It doesn’t matter anymore. We need to move forward, not back.”
That vulnerable desperation turned to naked hope that broke something in Sandro.
Bennett swallowed audibly and said, “As friends?”
Obviously not, Sandro meant to say. There’s too much history between us. But what came out was, “Maybe.”
“Maybe,” Bennett repeated with a nod. “I can live with maybe.” He shrugged his jacket back on and looked out across the yard to his car at the curb. “Got an umbrella?”
Amusement crawled up the back of Sandro’s throat. “Fuck no.”
He went inside and closed the door on Bennett’s booming laugh.
About the Author
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
An unapologetic introvert, Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to early teasers, find her on Instagram, or sign up for her infrequent newsletter.
The football star, the lumberjack, and a small-town love story…
Silas
Not to sound dramatic, but I can’t decide if I’m a hot mess, a has-been…or both.
There’s nothing quite like being in the spotlight at my lowest point. I could use a break from LA and my agent—just for a little while.
But Vermont in the middle of a blizzard? Probably not a great idea. However, the sexy lumberjack who lives next door is a sweet surprise. And so are his kids and the town.
I like this place. I could be happy here…at least till my new season begins.
Cooper
My time is split between work and fatherhood. That’s it. Boss and Dad. Maybe that’s why the football star is a breath of fresh air. Silas is funny, charismatic, and cool.
My kids love having a celebrity living next door. And me? I can’t remember the last time I felt quite so alive.
Yes, I’m well aware this isn’t going anywhere. Our worlds are just too different.
Too bad, ’cause this guy feels like the real thing.
This Guy is an MM bisexual, single dad, small-town romance featuring a football hero, a sexy lumberjack, and some neighbor-friendly shenanigans.
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
My Readers’ Group, Lane’s Lovers: https://bit.ly/3aIbMYg
The football
star, the lumberjack, and a small-town love
story…
Silas
Not to sound dramatic, but I can’t
decide if I’m a hot mess, a has-been…or both.
There’s nothing quite like being in
the spotlight at my lowest point. I could use a break from LA and my agent—just
for a little while.
But Vermont in the middle of a
blizzard? Probably not a great idea. However, the sexy lumberjack who lives
next door is a sweet surprise. And so are his kids and the town.
I like this place. I could be happy
here…at least till my new season begins.
Cooper
My time is split between work and
fatherhood. That’s it. Boss and Dad. Maybe that’s why the football star is a
breath of fresh air. Silas is funny, charismatic, and cool.
My kids love having a celebrity
living next door. And me? I can’t remember the last time I felt quite so
alive.
Yes, I’m well aware this isn’t going
anywhere. Our worlds are just too different.
Too bad, ’cause this guy feels like
the real thing.
This Guy is an MM bisexual,
single dad, small-town romance featuring a football hero, a sexy lumberjack,
and some neighbor-friendly shenanigans.
Lane Hayes lives in sunny
Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind
cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both
provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to
write.
She’s been telling stories about
sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now
and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with
numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and
chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
My Readers’ Group, Lane’s Lovers:
https://bit.ly/3aIbMYg
Length: 81k words Series: standalone Prior Reading: n/a Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantasy, Historical Fantasy Tropes: 1945 + Magic, Second Chance Romance, Forced Proximity, Missing Person, Blood Magic, Queer Found Family, Mystery Trigger/Content Warnings: Graphic violence, on page sex, mentions of child death and murder, reference to sexual assault of minors, on page non-graphic death of a child in the past (not murder), drowning, alcohol use (both social and overindulging) Designer: Cover Art Illustrator: Instagram @Klayrdegall, Typography: Vanora Lawless
Famed war correspondent Kit Lovely left Nova Scotia seventeen years ago under the crushing weight of a broken heart, swearing never to return. But after he receives an ominous letter from his new sister-in-law, Kit rushes back across the Atlantic, where he discovers their ransacked house tingling from mysterious magic. With his brother and sister-in-law gone without a trace, Kit’s left reeling. His own faulty magic can’t work a tracking spell, nor are the police much use. Desperate for answers, Kit has no choice but to turn to the very man who once shattered him.
Reserved mage Gus North is an expert PI specializing in missing persons cases. He’s also guarding a dangerous secret: he hails from a long line of talented blood magic users. When the only man he’s ever loved begs for help to find his little brother, Gus can’t turn him away. Not even with all the lies, and hurt, and lingering feelings between them clawing him up.
As they chip away at the case, their core beliefs about themselves, each other, and the world they live in unravel, exposing a deadlier enemy than either of them could have imagined.
After all, in a world of magic, not all monsters in fairytales are just stories.
THE LOST LOVELIES is an intensely emotional second-chance romance full of queer found family, mystery, and magic. Set in 1945 Halifax, Nova Scotia.
EXCERPT:
What was I supposed to do? What could I do? I was a journalist—a correspondent—who relied on developing contacts and sources in the area I reported from. I’d never done that in Halifax; I hadn’t set foot here in over ten years. I didn’t have the time to form an information network.
Waiting patiently for the results of a lackluster investigation was intolerable. My brother and sister-in-law were missing. Who really cared other than me? Did he have any friends who would have reported him missing if I hadn’t come home? Did Mary-Alice?
Ted had always been timid, but good-natured and kind enough that people were drawn to him anyway. Someone had to know something, surely?
I wasn’t equipped for this. I didn’t know who to turn to. I didn’t—
A restraining hand on my shoulder stopped me and pulled me around.
Gus.
“Kit, stop. Where do you think you’re going?”
Gus was a gumshoe and a talented mage. Tillie had proudly written about his triumphs in her letters. He tracked down missing people all the time. He’d learned his trade from Russell Flanigan, who made the papers regularly.
And… oh hell.
Everything in me recoiled at the idea forming in my mind. “I…”
I needed to hire August North.
His emotionless dark eyes remained locked on mine as he waited for me to continue. How was I going to ask him? Would he agree? Or would he disappoint me again?
That wasn’t fair. Regardless of what happened between us, Gus helped people when they needed him, and he always tried to do the right thing. I might not be able to trust him with my heart, but I could trust him to help me find Ted.
“You had a hell of a shock,” he said, when I still didn’t speak. “You can’t just wander off. Someone should look after you.” My unintelligent, painfully contrarian heart hitched. “You know Mum’s waiting in the wings to swoop in and do it.”
And then sank like a lead weight. Shaking my head, I shrugged out of his grip. “I’m a grown man, August. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it most of my life.”
“This is different.”
“Is it?” I discarded the rest of the angry response I wanted to give. Losing my temper wasn’t going to get him to work for me. “Maybe you’re right. I do need help.”
Relief relaxed his shoulders. “Okay, let’s get you back to—”
Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms and huffed, “Not like that. I need your help, Gus. I want to hire you.”
His head cocked, and the mist clinging to his skin caught in the sun as it poked through the clouds. “Uh. What?”
“You are still a PI, aren’t you? And you locate missing people. Well, Ted and Mary-Alice are missing. I need someone to find them.”
“The Mounties—”
“Are more interested in assuming Ted’s guilty of a crime than that he’s a victim of one. I heard what Constable Corbin said. Do you really think they’ll put any resources into this when they’ve got their hands full with the powder keg of civilians and servicemen in tight quarters here? Because I don’t, and I can’t—Gus, I can’t lose Ted. Not if there’s any hope. Think about how you’d feel if it was—” I broke off in horror, too late for my rushed words not to land like knives.
His gaze went darker, hurt seeping into his eyes. He didn’t lash out, but it hit me in the gut as strongly as if he had. We both stood silent. My tongue was too thick in my mouth, the need to apologize clawing at me.
“Okay, Kit,” he said with hollow resignation. “You want to hire me? Fine. I'll take the case. But I can’t make any promises.”
about the author:
Vanora Lawless is a bisexual genderfluid Canadian with ADHD and a passion for telling love stories set in magical or niche historical worlds. A graduate of Saint Mary’s University, Vanora has a B.A, majoring in psychology. As a Nova Scotian, loving long walks on the beach is practically a law, so Vanora takes every possible opportunity to explore the best sandy shores. In spare time between crafting new worlds and stories, Vanora can be found poorly practising guitar or in a blanket burrito with a good book. Represented by Cheyenne Faircloth at Handspun Literary.
Length: 77k words Series: standalone Prior Reading: n/a Genre: fantasy romance Tropes: Heist, Royalty, Tragic Hero, Rescue, Trans Hero Trigger/Content Warnings: Claustrophobia, past and present abuse, slight body horror, magical mind manipulation, strong disassociation, violence, death of peripheral characters, insects, misogynistic/transphobic villains, oral sex, and penetrative vaginal sex. Designer: brosedesignz-bookcovers.com
As a goblin prince living in the human court of Morvane, Luc is unerringly loyal to his best friend, Prince Ramon. While his feelings seem genuine, his loyalty is forced, magically-controlled by the false heart beating in his chest. The royal wizards have hidden his true heart out of reach, keeping Luc as a well-mannered captive in the Morvanish palace.
Will Fletcher is an irritable apprentice smith, more comfortable sneaking off to the goblin kingdom of the Brightwood than staying in his family home. When Luc stumbles into his life, Will learns that he and the goblin prince have more in common than he expects. In order to steal back Luc’s heart and free him from magical bondage, Will must confront the shadows hiding in his past and forge a new life.
“I never wanted to be a wizard,” Will said. The words burst out of him in a rush, harsh and rough-edged. “But if I am one, I want to use my magic to do something good. I want to be more than… than this.” He gestured to the study, the bed, the detritus that had once been the sphere. “I want to use magic the way they do in the Brightwood.”
Luc knelt on the floor in front of him. “How do you know what magic they use in the Brightwood?”
“I’ve been there.” Will tried to look away, afraid that Luc might resent him for it, but Luc held his face in a firm grip. “My magic helps me get through the thorns. There’s a smith there, Olven, he showed me some of the magic the goblins have done. It’s small, but it’s helpful. It doesn’t have to hurt people.”
“You can navigate the thorns,” Luc said. “You’ve been to the Brightwood.” He smiled, but it wasn’t the vacant, unsettling grin that came with his magicked heart. His eyes were shining, sharp teeth bared. “What a curious man you are, William Fletcher.”
Luc slid his fingers through Will’s hair, cupping the back of his head. The heat of him felt like magic, warm and full, a surge of dizzying elation rising through Will’s body. It filled him like steam, and he raised a hand to Luc’s thigh.
Will had some experience with men. Traveling farmhands passing through Westwood were more than willing to spend time with a young man who wouldn’t spread tales. They didn’t bother with gentle touches and sidelong glances. There wasn’t enough time for that. Will was used to fellows making their intentions known, not having to guess what they meant when they stroked his hair and called him curious.
A voice rose from the other side of the house, and Luc pulled away, leaving Will kneeling in the center of the study with shafts of light pooling over the floor.
“We should hurry,” Luc said. Will felt adrift, yearning for something he hadn’t known he could ask for. He swiped a hand over his mouth. The pressure lingered, the ghost of warm lips that hadn’t quite touched him. “We don’t have much time before they return.”
about the author:
Fae is a transmasc writer of Queer romance. He’s fond of folklore, crafting, and weird folk music. You can usually find him being mobbed by his gaggle of ridiculous cats.
The football star, the lumberjack, and a small-town love story…
Silas
Not to sound dramatic, but I can’t decide if I’m a hot mess, a has-been…or both.
There’s nothing quite like being in the spotlight at my lowest point. I could use a break from LA and my agent—just for a little while.
But Vermont in the middle of a blizzard? Probably not a great idea. However, the sexy lumberjack who lives next door is a sweet surprise. And so are his kids and the town.
I like this place. I could be happy here…at least till my new season begins.
Cooper
My time is split between work and fatherhood. That’s it. Boss and Dad. Maybe that’s why the football star is a breath of fresh air. Silas is funny, charismatic, and cool.
My kids love having a celebrity living next door. And me? I can’t remember the last time I felt quite so alive.
Yes, I’m well aware this isn’t going anywhere. Our worlds are just too different.
Too bad, ’cause this guy feels like the real thing.
This Guy is an MM bisexual, single dad, small-town romance featuring a football hero, a sexy lumberjack, and some neighbor-friendly shenanigans.
Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!
My Readers’ Group, Lane’s Lovers: https://bit.ly/3aIbMYg
