All Here Mega Bundle - Every paperback + Every Ebook + Shows and Soundtracks

You'll get:

Signed print copies of:

• The Truthspoken Heir (Book 1) - Paperback
• The Shadow Rule (Book 2) - Paperback
• A Bid to Rule (Book 3) - Paperback
• Court of Magickers (Book 4) - Paperback
• The Nameless Storm (Book 5) - Paperback
• The Second Ruler: Part One (Book 6) - Paperback
• The Second Ruler: Part Two (Book 7) - Paperback
• Good King Lyr - Paperback
• Magnificent - Paperback
• The Throne of Eleven - Paperback
• The Space Roads: Volume One - Illustrated Hardcover
• The King's Weaver (Book 1) - Paperback
• A Weaver's Heart (Book 2) - Paperback
• An Elemental Meeting (Book 3) - Paperback
• An Elemental Husband (Book 4) - Paperback

- All the usual swag for these books + extra Pride goodies!

Ebook copies:

The Stars and Green Magics Series

• The Truthspoken Heir (Book 1)
• The Shadow Rule (Book 2) 
• A Bid to Rule (Book 3)
• Court of Magickers (Book 4)
• The Nameless Storm (Book 5) 
• The Second Ruler: Part One (Book 6) 
• The Second Ruler: Part Two (Book 7)

Dangerous Glittering Stars: A Stars and Green Magics Art Book (PDF)

 The King's Weaver Series

• The King's Weaver (Book 1)
• A Weaver's Heart (Book 2)
• An Elemental Meeting (Book 3)
• An Elemental Husband (Book 4)

Lyr and Cavere Series

Good King Lyr

Standalone Novellas

• Magnificent 
• The Throne of Eleven 

Collections

• The Space Roads
• Lives on Other Worlds

Short Stories

• Sky and Dew
• Tracing an Original Thought

From The Truthspoken Heir:

Shapeshifting powers, forbidden love, and a kingdom hanging in the balance.

Arianna’s always been the perfect heir, the obedient future ruler of her interstellar kingdom.

But when Arianna’s royal shapeshifting abilities fail her publicly and disastrously at her engagement ball, she suddenly finds herself on the outside of the life she called her own.

Dressa’s the perfect socialite, the opposite of her older sister’s rigid control. When her sister goes down with a mysterious illness and is sent away from court, Dressa’s thrust into a position she never wanted. She’s ordered to impersonate her sister—her body, her name, her personality, everything—and court her sister’s bride-to-be.

Who’s gorgeous.

And who’s likely been sent to take her family down.

Can Dressa resist falling for her sister’s bride?
Can Arianna find a way to take back her own name and position?

When the stakes are the kingdom and control has been their whole lives, these siblings must find a way to make their lives their own.

Note: These books have main characters who use gender neutral pronouns (they/them/their, fae/faer/faerself).

Keep reading if you like:

🏳️‍🌈 Sapphic enemy princesses
🏳️‍⚧️ Ace enby princess/trans man enemies too
👑 Royal court intrigue
👥 Shapeshifters
🪄 Space magic
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From The King's Weaver:

When my mother betrothed me to a murderous tyrant, I used my magic to disguise myself as a man and run away to his court to prove he’s a monster.

But instead, I found a broken king.

I didn’t expect him to fall for me as a man, and I’m falling for him, too.

He’s been betrayed before—should I tell him who I am and be his queen who broke his heart?

Or should I love him as his king?

The King’s Weaver is a mistaken identity fantasy romance with a king who can fall either way and a princess who has a fluid awakening.

Keep reading if you like:

❤️ Dual POV enemies to lovers
✨ Woman disguised as a man
🏳️‍⚧️ Spunky princess has a genderfluid awakening
🏳️‍🌈 Bi king who can fall either way
🪄 Willpower magic
👑 Royal court drama

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From Good King Lyr:

A con man. An immortal demigod. A chance at love that could save the universe.

In the far future, interstellar con man Anais Cavere takes the job of his life to impersonate his hero, immortal demigod Barenin Lyr. But his job as contract king to an unstable world takes a dangerous turn when he learns it was his hero who hired him. Barenin sweeps Anais into a web of cosmic intrigue with consequences spanning the universe. And genderfluid Barenin, while she's at it, might also sweep Anais off his feet.

Good King Lyr is a slow-burn genderfluid romance.

Tropes:
🎩Hidden Identity
🏛️Heists and Cons
💖Immortality Age Gap Romance
🏳️‍🌈Queer, trans, and genderfluid MCs
🧛‍♀️Space vampires
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From The Throne of Eleven:

Raen was an emperor of peace. Now he serves an emperor of war.

A month ago, Raen was the ruler of a desert empire who’d ushered in an era of peace. But emperors only serve for five years under the watch of the mysterious Remnants of Eleven, and then they disappear.

Now, cut off from his family and everyone he knows, with his name and face changed, Raen is a servant to the new emperor—an emperor bent on tearing down the peace Raen worked so hard to forge.

The Throne of Eleven is a standalone epic fantasy novelette set in a fully queer-inclusive world!

Tropes:
🎩Hidden Identity
🏳️‍🌈Queernorm world
🧝🏼‍♂️Elves
👑Former royalty
👥 Found family
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From Magnificent:

The world wants me to be a "normal" hero, but I'm genderqueer, and I'm never going to fit into their molds. So how do you save the world when you're just trying to figure out who you are?

Having a superpowered family is hard. My dad's a famous superhero and my mom used to be a villain. Toss in my older sister who loves showing off her powers almost as much as she loves boys and you basically have my life: far from ordinary.

All I ever wanted to do was fly with my family and help save the world. But I didn't get my own powers until bullies cornered me for not acting like the person they thought I was and I had to defend myself.

Having a secret identity is hard, but there's more than one kind of mask, and I can't wear my masks much longer. I'll soon find out if the world's ready for a genderqueer hero.

Magnificent is a nonbinary transgender superhero novella with lots of heart, big issues, a bit of snark, and a happy, triumphant ending.

Tropes:
🏳️‍⚧️ Trans and nonbinary main character
🦸‍♂️ Superheroes
🙋 Coming of age
👥 Found family
❤️ Big heart
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From The Space Roads: Volume One:

Ever want to explore interstellar space?
In these interconnected stories, you're the main character. You've just discovered life on a new world, or you're running from monsters on a derelict warship. You're an interstellar emperor who's just lost a war, or an ordinary galactic citizen falling into alien tourist traps. 

So live through these stories. Explore the vast unknown!

Tropes:
🏳️‍🌈Queer and nonbinary characters
🚀Space exploration
🫂Warm and wholesome
💖Romantic alien vacation
👑Crumbling galactic empire

From The King's Weaver:

It’s spring, but the corridor outside the throne room is cold as a tomb. My breath mists as I pause with the other court mage candidates outside the broad oak doors, waiting for the guards to open them. I catch a reflection in one of the guard’s polished shield, and for a moment, I don’t remember that it’s mine.

But it is. That young man with shoulder-length light brown hair and dark brown eyes peering at me from behind wire-rimmed spectacles is…me. It’s an illusion, but it’s a damned good one. Because I’m not actually a man. 

But no one here can know that.

Master Aldric, the court mage in charge of selecting the new court mages from among us candidates, bangs his staff on the stone floor.

“You will file in a straight line! You will not address the king directly, or any of the audience!”

I study him through my spectacles. He’s mostly balding, his long gray hair neatly braided down his back. His clean-shaven face shows a nick on one cheek, and his right hand sparks with a ruby ring. Master Aldric has been the only weaver at court, the only court mage to use thread magic, since longer than I’ve been alive.

“You will bow to the king and perform exactly the magic you signed up to perform, no longer than two turns of the minute glass, and then you will bow again and cede your turn to the candidate to your left.” He bangs his staff again. “Failure to follow these instructions will earn you an immediate dismissal. Failure will mean banishment from court. All who understand me, say aye!”

I shout “Aye!” along with the rest. My voice is an illusion, too, reality tuned a few tones down with my own weaving. I’m pretty proud of that—not that I can brag about it to anyone.

“All right,” Master Aldric says, holding up his hands. “This is your chance to be a guest of the court and earn the king’s—and my—favor. May you be men of honor and bring honor to your king and to all mages this day!”

I swallow hard. Yes, I’m a mage.

I’m also a woman.

I’m also a princess.

And those last two things would never get me in here on my own. Never let me get close to the king until it’s our wedding day.

My name is Irava Anoran Varandre, Third Daughter of the Queen of Galenda. And my mother betrothed me to a murderous tyrant.

So I’d best see if the murderous rumors are true before I share my life with him. And my bed.

Gods help me.

The guards push the doors to the throne room open, a slow creaking of enormous hinges. The earthy smell of stone gusts out, with cloying clouds of perfume.

The courtiers gathered inside, standing on either side of the wide center aisle, gawk at us. They are a picture of everything I’ve wanted to know about Barella, about the nobility and their customs. 

But my eyes go straight to the man on the throne.

Torovan Braise, King of Barella. Young for a king, fit and with gray-green eyes that pierce the air around him. Black hair flows loose around his shoulders. A wide gold band set with emeralds is perched on his brow, adding to the intensity of his eyes. Smooth tan skin. Heavy brow and strong chin. A hint of dark stubble. He’s not smiling, but that doesn’t lessen his visual appeal—gods, I hadn’t expected him to be this handsome.

His knee bounces as he watches us candidates file inside, like he’s only just barely bothering to be here. Like he doesn’t actually care that this demonstration will show him who might be a mage at his court for the rest of his life.

This is my betrothed. This man. This is the man my mother decided I should marry.

For a moment, just a moment, his gaze locks on mine.

And it takes all I have to keep walking forward, walking toward him, knowing that I do have my illusion of thread magic woven around me, my distortion of reality. He can’t see through it. No one can. I’m good at what I do.

I should lower my eyes, but I don’t. I’m desperately searching for answers, and I know I won’t find them here or now, but I can hope, can’t I? I can hope that the eyes I’m looking into aren’t the eyes of a killer. 

But the rumors say otherwise. And there’s nothing in that hard gaze that contradicts them.

I look down, and take my place in the lineup of candidates across the throne room. 

Deep breath. Gather my will.

I’m one of only two weavers among the ten candidates. Everyone else possesses elemental magic. Which you’re born with. But weaving—weaving, you teach yourself. 

And Master Aldric, who takes up position on the sidelines, is the only court mage in fifty years who’s been a weaver.

I have to become a court mage. 

I have to get close to the king.

Because I’m not going to marry a man who killed his father to gain a throne.