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The Stars and Green Magics Ebook Bundle

The Stars and Green Magics Ebook Bundle

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Synopsis

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: This book has main characters who use gender neutral pronouns (they/them/their, fae/faer/faerself).

From the Author:

I dream of a world where queer, trans, and nonbinary are completely normal in society.

So I wrote five books and half a million words (so far!) in an ongoing series where:

Sapphic enemy princesses marry each other.

And ace nonbinary/trans man enemies are falling platonically and shaking worlds.

And genderfluid femme kings wear ball gowns to court functions.

And nonbinary space lieutenants are out at the edge of space saving the day.

These are the books I needed growing up reading space opera and big epic fantasies, and they’re the books I need now.

So I wrote them for myself, and for you!

These books have all of my queer heart. ❤️

“I’m not your enemy,” Lesander said, as if she’d read Dressa’s mind. Or more likely, her body language.

Dressa closed her eyes as Lesander pressed her lips to her neck. She shivered, then gently pushed Lesander back.

No, Lesander wasn’t her immediate enemy. But she wasn’t sure why Lesander had decided to kiss her before. Had it been innocent, had it been mutual attraction, mutual comfort? Or had it been a deliberate seduction? This was the court, where such seductions were common maneuvers. Had Lesander seen Dressa’s crush on her and leaned into it? Had she truly felt attraction in return?

Warnings about Lesander’s family were running through Dressa’s mind like blaring sirens. Lesander’s family wanted to overthrow Dressa’s. They wanted to be close to power. It didn’t get much closer than this, with Dressa being an heir to her kingdom.

“You’re upset with me,” Lesander said, shifting, her posture growing more closed.

Dressa saw the tactic for what it was, saw Lesander trying to put her on the defensive. Was it a deflection of true hurt, or did Lesander want to push on her emotions?

Dressa sidestepped the statement, taking a gamble of her own. “You know my position. You understand that I can’t, absolutely can’t, trust you on word alone.”

“Because of my family?” Lesander spat.

Dressa refused to be moved by that ire, either. “Yes. I’m not a fool, and you’re not a fool. Can we agree to that?”

Lesander swallowed, and Dressa watched her throat constrict with growing heat again. She wanted to press her lips to Lesander’s silky neck. Again.

Lesander inhaled sharply, half turned, let it out. “I was prepared for your sister. I was not prepared for you.”

 

★★★★★ "Wondrous epic plot lines here, a story spanning generations and many worlds, with great character development, and definitely flawed yet admirable lead characters - and the women are smart! Competent. Strong. And utterly relatable." -Amazon Reviewer

 

Keep reading if you like:

🏳️‍🌈 Sapphic enemy princesses

🏳️‍⚧️ Ace enby princess/trans man enemies too

👑 Royal court intrigue

👥 Shapeshifters

🪄 Space magic

 

This ebook bundle contains the series so far:

✅ The Truthspoken Heir (The Stars and Green Magics Book 1)

✅ The Shadow Rule (The Stars and Green Magics Book 2)

✅ A Bid to Rule (The Stars and Green Magics Book 3)

✅ Court of Magickers (The Stars and Green Magics Book 4)

✅ The Nameless Storm (The Stars and Green Magics Book 5)

 

★★★★★ "The story arch is FIRE! ...My recommendation: READ THIS BOOK then IMMEDIATELY BUY THE REST OF THE SERIES." -Amazon Reviewer

Read Chapter One

"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.”

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