"He's the best mail lead around, and I'm just his childhood friend turned roommate...
I've spent my life battling to manage my parents' impossible expectations and trying to catch the eye of Brian Single, a man whose head only turns for mail. Bemoaning my humanity shouldn't really be at the top of my priorities after I've just moved out of my parents' house and in with the mailman himself, but—haha—it is.
When Brian launches a Christmas in July event where we both now work together, I'm thrilled to finally be a part of the morale-boosting fun. What I don't expect is for the entire thing to be an excuse to get closer to me.
With love letters, mistletoe, and mischief abounding, it's really starting to look a lot like Christmas.
Love Letters to Christmas is a closed-door romantic comedy with plenty of swoon and sizzle, but none of the spice. Welcome to another novel in the growing EverStorm universe, featuring workplace romance, childhood friends to roommates, and sunshine/sunshine leads."
"William Warrick is pure evil, and also my husband.
Be careful what you write on a Taco Bell napkin in high school. Committing to a marriage pact beside a Mild sauce stain normally isn't contractually binding.
Unless, of course, your signature winds up next to the signature of a future billionaire CEO, who is 100% serious, 100% certifiably grumpy, and 100% the kind of person to make 30-day Valentine activities at his fancy office building mandatory.
Let's just say, Liam's secret stuffed animal collection can attest to his obsession with cute things; according to him, I'm the cutest thing he's ever seen; and, now that the napkin terms are met, I'm his.
All. His.
For atleast one year.
Unwillfully Wed to My Valentine is a closed-door romantic comedy with plenty of swoon and sizzle, but none of the spice. Welcome to the first novel in the EverStorm universe, featuring marriage pacts, he falls first, and forced proximity."
"Is it rational to hate my billionaire boss because he's too nice?
Maybe not.
However, it's definitely rational to apply to become a billionaire stranger's housewife so I can quit being a personal assistant.
When—in a shocking turn of events—I encounter billionaire scarcity and learn I've signed up to become my boss's wife before Christmas, I backpedal so hard I'm liable to pull something.
Shame, indeed my too-niceboss picks this moment to blackmail me.
The agreement is simple: I date him; he pays off my crippling debt; I have until the end of November to decide whether or not I'm saying 'I do.'
It's one measly autumn, and then I'm free.
There's no way I'll fall in love before this contract's up…
Even if Finnegan Marsh proves to be so much more than nice.
Hating the Cinnamon Roll CEO is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with cozy autumn vibes, office romance, and plenty of closed-door sizzle."
"I never wanted a soulmate, and I certainly don't want him living in my guest bedroom.
When Alexios Vox appears on my doorstep looking like the butler lead in a popular anime, the last thing I expect is for him to invite me into the Villain Protection Program.
My first mission? Foster the child he and Mr. Cheekbones Kidnapper Extraordinaire stole.
Do I want to protect a villain?
No. Not even a little bit.
But do I want the opportunity to finally adopt a child?
Yes.
Even if the price Alexios demands in return for making this possible… is everything I have.
Falling in Love with a Tiny Bat is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle. For mature listeners."
"He's the current bane of my existence… and the hot monster haunting my dreams.
Maybe if he weren't also the single father of one of my students, I'd be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere.
I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right?
Unfortunately, the growly, grumpy man isn't just a parent my brain reimagines with fangs and claws; he's also possibly abusing his daughter.
Or part of a cult.
Or… just really, really awkward… and sweet… and smart… and hopelessly attractive… and…
Well.
And fae.
Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle."
"Just so you know, kidnapping is on the table.
All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for.
My soul. And a kiss.
But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)
I know I'm in over my head when he announces to his kingdom that I'm his soulmate and blackmails me into playing his 'princess.' In fact, I think I was in over my head long before I ever stepped foot in Faerie…
A scandalous, forced marriage of convenience isn't going to fix that feeling… but maybe, just maybe, the moth faerie prince who looks at me like he's never met another person before can show me the answer I haven't been able to find on my own.
Falling in Love with the Moth Faerie Prince is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle."
"When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life.
Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…
It does not, however, forbid me from mingling with a moth prince, a vampire cat, and a grumpy single-dad dream eater in a magical world I never could have imagined. Even with the imminent threat of encountering Ollie's alphahole brothers, I've finally found the place I belong. Unfortunately, staying there means giving up everything that makes me human.
No matter how hard I fall for the man who has spent the past year writing me secret love songs, some decisions weigh less when they're only fanfiction.
Falling in Love with My Chihuahua Shifter is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle."
"For five long years, I didn't know my cat could turn into a vampire.
That means I've spent five long years squishing little black toe beans, participating in all-night cuddles, and calling a full-grown man my itty bitty stinky kitty baby.
When my near-death experience forces Zylus Myrkur to tell me the truth about how magic is real, I nope my way right back into my fish bowl. I will not be participating in any tropes, thank you.
This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy. This is me—a barely functional adult—attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch. It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman.
And it absolutely, completely, most definitely does not include falling in love.
Falling in Love with My Vampire Cat is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with light fantasy elements, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle."
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