SIGNED All Here All Queer Paperback Bundle (Every Print Book in the Store!)

You'll get:

Signed 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
• Good King Lyr - Paperback
• Magnificent - Paperback
• The Throne of Eleven - Paperback
• The Space Roads: Volume One - Illustrated Hardcover

Swag:

• Chibi character stickers (Dressa, Lesander, Ari)
• More stickers!
• A band logo magnet from The Rings of Vietor (space rock band in the books)
• Double-sided postcard of Dressa/Lesander
• Double-sided character card of Imorie/Eti
• Double-sided character card of Rhys/Misha
• Double-sided character card of the V.N.S. Occam's Storm/Kidaa
• 2 double-sided space bookmarks

There may be some slight variation in packaging and stickers from the videos, depending on the supplies I have on hand.

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 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 Truthspoken Heir:

"A Truthspoken’s life is never truly their own. Truthspoken have choices, but the choices always come down to ‘is it good for the kingdom?’ If not, then it’s not a choice at all."

--Arianna Rhialden, Melesorie X in The Change Dialogues

“My daughter. I’ve reviewed all available candidates and have begun negotiations with the Javieri family for you to marry their daughter, the prince.”

Arianna Rhialden, Truthspoken Heir to the interstellar Kingdom of Valoris, stared at her father with perfect control. Perfect poise. Her breath didn’t quicken, her quickening heart rate didn’t show—and it slowed again when she willed it. She was Truthspoken, after all. She was in control of her body and her mind.

“Father,” she said, inclining her head. “I’d hoped to be consulted on the choice of my future consort.”

They were in her father’s study. A familiar room, homey in its way. There wasn’t currently a fire in the hearth—her father had been in meetings all day—but the beige walls themselves held a warmth, the powder blue, overstuffed couch she sat on knew her form. She’d spent many hours here under her father’s training, learning how to read every nuance of a face, a posture, a personality. Learning how to shift them at will and become someone else.

Her father sat back, his narrow eyes sharpening on her. His black hair was bound into a femme-style knot to one side, diamond and red nova heart pins holding it in place. His red lips twitched, and it wasn’t in a smile.

Arianna braced herself.

“The Javieri family was the only real choice. It was them or your mother’s family, the Diors—and that line is too close to your own. You know the power they hold, and the power they threaten us with. You know your duty, Arianna. You have always done your duty. Prince Lesander is charismatic, she is excellent with handling people, she has as much social training as it’s possible to have without being Truthspoken.”

He raised his brows. “She’s beautiful.”

Arianna gave a tight shrug. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate beauty—she did, even if she had little desire to actually sleep with anyone. Or the time to explore if she ever wanted that option. That wasn’t the issue, though, was it? She wouldn’t have to sleep with her wife, or husband, or spouse, whoever that would be.

She wanted to not be tied to anyone. She wanted to not be forced into a proximity with someone she didn’t know.

Arianna was the Truthspoken Heir, and yes, it was her duty to marry. She’d always known it would happen, but she’d thought she’d have more time to train before then. She’d been steadily taking on more responsibilities at the palace. She wanted to go on a tour of the other worlds, solidify her power and persona in the public eye. She didn’t want to spend a significant portion of her time entertaining her future wife.

There were very few people she actually liked in the universe, and she was sure that this Lesander Javieri would not be one of them. Hardly anyone was on a level enough to be interesting to her.

“I will, of course, meet with her if that’s what you wish,” she said.

“Arianna, I’ve already made the formal overtures to the Javieris. Lesander is on her way. That’s a two-week trip from the Javieri homeworld near the Dynasty border. We’ll convert one of the upcoming balls into an engagement ball in your honor. That popular band, the Rings of Vietor, will be in the city then—your sister would swoon to line them up for the ball. It will be an excellent opportunity to build your popular image, make your engagement a cultural event.”

“Father,” Arianna said carefully, smoothing out the edges of her green silk tunic, “is there something I should know, that you’re rushing this engagement?”

He’d already made the plans. Adeius, then it was done. She’d have no choice.

Not that she ever had a choice. Her life was her kingdom’s. Her life would never be her own.

She met his eyes and saw something there, just a flash of unease, that set her senses on alert.

“The political climate is volatile,” he said. “Perhaps more than you know.”

She knew a lot. She knew the politics of the Kingdom of Valoris with its one hundred and eighty-seven vassal worlds. She knew the ongoing schemes of the high houses to gain power and potentially overthrow the Truthspoken who ruled the kingdom. She knew the internal tensions around the Green Magicker sect and their need for more power, and the intensely alien Kidaa on the anti-spin border. She knew all of this, and she couldn’t see where that added up to her needing to secure an engagement to the Javieri prince in the next two weeks.

“How? How is it more volatile than I know? I’ve been sitting Reception for the last month, listening to the courtiers’ woes. The situation with the Javieris isn’t any less stable now than it was a month ago. I’ve been judging, I’ve been ruling—”

“While I gather information. While I deal with the Navy and the Army. While I deal with the diplomats and ongoing treaty negotiations. Yes, Daughter, you have been ruling over much this last month, but don’t forget, you are not the Seritarchus. You’re not the ruler of this kingdom—I am. Power needs to be rebalanced, and this alliance with the Javieris will do that. Can you set aside your dislike for people of all kinds—”

“I don’t dislike people.” 

Arianna stilled as she watched the disapproval on her father’s face. She was losing control of her temper. Adeius, she’d been talking over him. She never got rattled enough to do that. She had to stay in control. The Truthspoken Heir must always be in control.

“I don’t dislike people,” she said again, her tone more moderate this time. “But I truly don’t see how an engagement now will benefit the kingdom. It will only take me away from my duties, and you need me—”

“Arianna, I need you to do your duty as the Heir, and at this moment, that is to marry into the house that is most advantageous for the kingdom. You must marry, and you must have your own heirs.”

She caught something in his tone, and her focus sharpened. “Is your life in danger? Have you been threatened more than usual—”

He laughed, a jarring, bitter sound. The red nova hearts in his earrings sparked in the light.

He so seldom laughed it gave her pause.

“Truthspoken are always in danger of assassination. The sooner you are married and your heirs are started in their incubators, the better for all of us. If I’m killed, you’ll be the ruler. If you’re killed—well, your sister isn’t ready to rule a kingdom. I’m giving you every chance I can to give you a strong and stable rule when that time comes. May it be many, many long years off.”

But she didn’t like the edge in his voice. If she was always in control, he—well. He was the Seritarchus. He was control itself.

He stood, tugged down the cuffs of his midnight coat. “Do your duty, Arianna. Marry the prince. If you have to craft another persona for yourself to make it work—do that. Just make it work. The engagement will be in two weeks. Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do, and so do you.”