The Everlove Chronicles Paperback Bundle

SPARE AND HEIR

His blood has the power to attract dragons. Hers has the power to wield them.

Leo is a prince in peril. Eira is a princess with a secret. In a land where dragons soar and fairies meddle in human lives, they find the spark of forbidden love in midst of a war.

He’s on a quest to save his family, and she’s determined to take back the throne from her evil stepmother. When fate intertwines their paths, they face a choice: unite their powers and be torn apart to save their kingdoms or give into their new romance. Do they surrender to their destiny or sacrifice everything for love?

Fall into a thrilling world where fairytales and destiny collide. If you like young adult Snow White retellings, only kisses romance, dragons and fairies, and star-crossed royals, then you’ll love this enchanting and swoon-worthy standalone story in The Everlove Chronicles.

CURSED AND FATED

She’s cursed to fall into an enchanted sleep. He’s cursed to turn into a dragon if he doesn’t marry.

Aeliana is a princess destined for eternal slumber. Fynn is a prince threatened by a transformation. In a world entangled by ancient curses, their true love is separated by time.

Existing in different centuries, Aeliana is willing to succumb to her curse to test the cunning visitor vying for her hand, and Fynn is determined to find the princess from his dreams. But when fate weaves time and alters their paths, they face a choice: embrace true love and risk a vengeful dragon or sacrifice each other to save their kingdoms. Will true love get a happy beginning, or will fate take these star-crossed lovers on separate paths?

Fall into a thrilling world where fairytales and destiny collide. If you like young adult Sleeping Beauty retellings, only kisses romance, dragons and fairies, and star-crossed royals, then you’ll love this enchanting and swoon-worthy standalone story in The Everlove Chronicles.

BITTER AND SWEET

She’s determined to deny true love. He doesn’t think he deserves love.

Fia is a princess desperate to rescue herself and find her lost brother. Emeric is a prince wanting to forget his past mistakes. In kingdoms ruled by royal blood, they refuse to follow tradition.

Brought together by a raging storm, Fia is rescued by the one man she never wanted to meet – her true love. Fia will do everything she can to protect Emeric from the truth. Secrets, lies, kidnappers, witches, and a magic pea are no match for fate. Love becomes a weapon, wielded by good and evil, but only one can triumph. Will true love be revealed or forever denied?

Fall into a thrilling world where fairytales and destiny collide. If you like young adult fairytale retellings, only kisses romance, fated royals, and true love, then you’ll love this enchanting and swoon-worthy standalone story in The Everlove Chronicles.

It always ends with a sword at the neck.

My neck.

My attacker swiftly knocks the sword out of my hand and then holds his to my throat. The silver blade gleams in the sunshine of the courtyard. One small movement and the edge will touch my skin. I’m afraid to breathe for fear my attacker will press the sword into my neck, but it’s also hard to catch a breath under his weight. Dust glints in the air and settles to the ground after being stirred up in the shortest battle ever. On my back in the dirt, sweat trickles down my forehead and obscures my vision. I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and wait for the inevitable.

“You lose!” Emeric huffs. His mint sweetened breath washes over my face and my stomach lurches. Bile rises in my throat as Emeric slams my chest with a hard palm. “Again.”

I open my eyes. My older brother removes the dull edged practice sword from my neck and pushes himself up. Standing over me, he looks every bit like a future king, regal and imposing. In contrast, I’m covered in dirt and in a fetal position on the ground.

“That’s enough for today.” Emeric frowns and extends a hand to me in a swift movement.

“Fine,” I reply with a surly downturn of my lips.

I grab Emeric’s hand and allow myself to be lifted to my feet even though I’d rather stay in the dirt. Nearly every muscle in my body hurts from the short scrimmage. It never takes Emeric long to disarm me and today was exceptionally short. This time it took less than a minute, and Emeric still looks as if he’s dressed for a royal ball. There’s not a speck of sweat or dirt on him.

“Leo.” Emeric thrusts my training sword at me. “Stop overthinking. You need to react before your opponent. Anticipate what he’ll do and strike before.”

Emeric snatches a cloth from an attendant and wipes invisible sweat from his forehead. His strands of black curly hair remain dry and fall into place as if he hasn’t fought.

“How am I supposed to know what my opponent is going to do if I don’t even know what I’m going to do?” I rotate my left shoulder in a small circle. The joint clicks and pops, the result of an old injury. It wasn’t a battle won injury, but rather the result of horsing around with Emeric and falling out of a tree. I said Emeric pushed me, and he said I fell.

“You have to be quick to think.” Emeric tosses his used cloth at me. It hits my chest and flutters to the ground as Emeric shakes his head. “Use your senses, gauge your surroundings, read the face.”

“I’m trying.” I bend to pick up the cloth. My face is red from exertion and my mortification only adds to it. I’m not quick to pick up on things.

“You’re not trying hard enough,” Emeric reprimands.

“You could have gone a little easier on me today,” I say. An attendant takes the training sword from my hand. “It is my birthday.”

Emeric hands his sword to the attendant. “Your birthday is the reason you need to work harder.” His voice is gruff, and he avoids eye contact with me. “There isn’t much time left.”

“Not much time left for what?” I demand. Rather than using Emeric’s cloth, I use the back of my hand to wipe sweat from my forehead and push my straight deep brown hair out of my face. It hangs limp and ragged, like my body. “I get my quest tonight. If you haven’t trained me by now, it’s not going to happen.”

“It’ll be a miracle if you don’t fail,” Emeric spits out.

“Failure is one thing I excel at,” I mutter.

I’ve never been exactly successful at anything, especially when compared to Emeric. And lately my older brother has been pushing me harder than ever before. He often erupts in frustration at my inadequacies. I can’t run fast enough in armor, jump my horse well enough, win a sword duel, shoot an arrow precisely, or complete any assignment to the level Emeric requires.

“What if the whole kingdom was depending on you?” Emeric shouted when I missed the target three times in a row during an archery lesson the day before.

“It’s a good thing the kingdom has you,” I retorted back.

I’m tired of Emeric’s criticism. He’s heir to the throne, and I’m only the spare. It doesn’t matter if I can sway a foreign kingdom to my side or whether I can hit an apple on a fence with an arrow. Emeric’s actions are the ones which will count for something. And I’m glad of it.

I don’t want to oversee a kingdom. Reluctant to make even the smallest of decisions, I’m happy to leave the inheritance of the country and kingdom to Emeric. I won’t be planning any murder attempts to take over the throne. A solitary life is not out of the question, and I’ll consider myself lucky if I can find a lesser royal from another country to marry me. There are no princesses knocking on my door offering their hand in marriage. Emeric is the one they all want. Even the castle workers look through me to Emeric. I’m invisible unless needed, and I have never been needed.

“What if I need you to save my life?” Emeric asks quietly, and for a brief moment I glimpse the soft side he used to show. But it’s a side which rarely appears since he returned from his quest.

“You don’t need me,” I huff and roll my dark brown eyes. My eyes are nearly as black as Emeric’s, but his have a harder edge. “You’ve never needed me and are capable of saving yourself.”

“That’s what you think.” Emeric sighs as we enter the dark interior hallway of the stone castle. The Swendale Castle was built as a tall rectangular keep for defense, though it’s been centuries since it was under attack. “You’re eighteen today. You need to be ready for your quest.”

“I’m ready,” I snap.

Eighteen years behind Swendale walls has made me more than ready. I’m eager to get away from the castle and have an adventure with my best friend, Jude. Royal protocol dictates a prince of Swendale can’t leave the country until they receive a quest on their eighteenth birthday. I have only learned of the outside world through maps, books, my tutors, and what snippets of gossip I hear from others. My father grew up in another country but hasn’t left Swendale since he married my mother. Once a royal in Swendale, you stay a royal in Swendale, but I can’t wait to leave.

“Your quest is not going to be what you think,” Emeric says. We enter the kitchen busy with preparations for my birthday supper. Savory smells dance in my nostrils and make my mouth water.

“Of course I don’t know,” I say. “That’s the point. I’m not to find out until it’s delivered.”

“It’s not going to be as exciting as you think. You don’t know what you’re getting into.” Emeric’s hands tighten into fists at his sides and then they loosen.

“I only know I’ll be getting away from here.”

“You have no idea.” Emeric swipes a red apple from a basket on a table as we pass. The kitchen workers smile at Emeric when he takes food. I only get a displeased look when I do the same.

“You won’t give me an idea,” I say. “You won’t tell me about your quest.”

“You know it’s forbidden until you’re eighteen.” Emeric looks at the shiny red flesh of the apple and rubs it on the front of his clean shirt. My shirt would only dirty the apple.

“I’ll find out tonight,” I say and exhale as some tension leaves my wiry body. “Finally.”

“You have no idea.” Emeric shakes his head and there’s a crunching sound as he bites into the apple. He chews and observes the kitchen workers as they prepare for my birthday celebration. “The kingdom has no idea.”

Emeric is twenty, nearly twenty-one, and completed his quest over two years ago. We were close until his eighteenth birthday. As close as an heir and a spare can be. After Emeric returned from his quest he became more aloof, more cynical, more intolerable – and more ruthless. He only pays attention to me when it comes to my studies or training, and then he berates me.

“The kingdom isn’t supposed to have an idea,” I say. “Like you said, it’s forbidden to talk about a quest. The quest is mine alone.”

“That’s what you think,” Emeric says. “A solo quest is a fairy tale.”

“Isn’t that what I’m getting tonight?” I ask. “A quest from a fairy?”

Emeric scoffs and heads for the stairs to the royal living quarters. He looks over his shoulder. “Don’t be late to the gate ceremony.”

I grit my teeth and push murderous thoughts out of my head. Killing Emeric would only lead to me being the heir, and I don’t want that. It’s the one thing I do know.