Evermore Island Series, Book 1: Guardian of Cupid’s Heart 
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Tags: Valentine’s Day, Cupid, elf, New York, mythical creatures, holidays
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Welcome to Evermore Island, where fairy tale creatures work tirelessly to ensure holidays go off without a hitch. Dagfinn Snorkelbone is a woodland elf recently promoted to the Arbor Day Department, but he has higher career ambitions.
Dagfinn dreams of landing a job matchmaking in the Valentine’s Day Department, but those office jobs are hard to come by.
After Cupid mysteriously goes missing, Dagfinn seizes the opportunity to make a name for himself by saving the beloved cherub.
Dagfinn’s plans are quickly complicated when he learns Cupid was working a particularly difficult case involving human co-workers who seem to hate each other. As the elf travels to the modern world to get the quarrelsome two together, he learns that there is much more riding on his success than anyone could ever imagine. Can the diminutive elf prove worthy and save Cupid from an unknown adversary, or will Valentine’s Day lose its guardian?
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Dagfinn was ready for action. The next morning he tied his long blond hair back, tucked his shirt into his khakis, and stormed down to his supervisor’s office—
Where the secretary told him to have a seat. He tried telling the woman he didn’t want to wait because he had a Five Year Plan and didn’t want it stretching out to six, but she didn’t budge. After two hours, she finally pointed at the large stone doors as they swung open on their own accord.
Inside was a massive circular room with a raised roof looming two stories high. In the center of the room a tree with a handlebar mustache sat behind a big desk. His nameplate read J. Morton Haberdashery, but everyone called him Morty.
“Have a seat,” the ancient tree said, one of his many limbs pointing at a plush seat nearby.
“Thanks.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Dag.”
“Oh, it’s all right.” The elf wanted to stand up and shout at his boss for being inconsiderate and keeping him waiting for so long. But that was counterproductive to his Five Year Plan. That could potentially set him back to eight years.
“We’ve had a bit of a busy day around here,” Morty explained. “I’m sure by now you’ve heard about Cupid?”
“That’s sort of why I’m here,” Dagfinn said.
“Oh? Was he working on setting you up with someone?” the tree asked.
“No, no, no. I don’t have time for love. Maybe in nine years…”
“I once fell in love with a maple,” Morty reflected. “But we were from different worlds.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“She mated with a nice fern and moved to Scottsdale,” Morty said. “I get a Christmas card every other year or so. Nice looking family.”
“I need to take some time off,” Dagfinn said.
“The next Arbor Day marches steadily nearer…”
“Just a few weeks, sir.”
“I remember when I plucked you from the forest. Such a good cookie maker, I thought you’d make an excellent Arborist.” The problem with ancient trees, like Morty, is they tend to do a lot more remembering and reminiscing than moving forward.
“Thank you.”
“I could stand to lose you for two weeks, I should imagine.”
“Wonderful. Thank you, sir.”
And with that, Dagfinn Snorkelbone was free to enact his plan.
Guardian of Suffrage Celebration, Book 2: The Evermore Island series
Genre: Fantasy
Tags: Holidays, Susan B. Anthony, elves, castles, mythical creatures
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Workaholic elf Dagfinn Snorkelbone thought he could relax in his new position working in the Valentine’s Day Department on the enchanted Evermore Island, but he was wrong.
While throwing an office party to celebrate his promotion, Dagfinn meets the charming, but dangerous, Julian, who runs the darker holidays on Evermore Island. Rumors swirl around the island that Dagfinn is friends with the mysterious wolf.
When a series of misfortunate events threaten to destroy the fledgling Susan B. Anthony Day Department, dedicated to celebrating the suffrage movement, Julian is the prime suspect. Dagfinn is roped into going undercover to find proof of Julian’s wrongdoings.
Can the elf complete his mission in time, or will the saboteur’s nefarious plans succeed in destroying suffrage celebration?
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“Something’s up with Julian,” Cupid explained. “There’s been so little contact between him and anyone on this side of the island until the last few months. Besides attending your party, he’s put feelers out to the heads of some of the major departments, as well as…those with smaller staffs.” The cherub looked at Marquette, careful not to insult her. Dagfinn understood he meant “small holidays” or, as some would say, “unimportant holidays.”
“I told him to screw off,” Marquette said. “A week later, I got a computer virus that deleted the entire department’s files and toasted our computers. Luckily, I had backups at home.”
“Good thinking,” Dagfinn said. “I’ve always backed everything up.”
“Great,” Marquette said. “The next week, the sprinkler system went off in our department only. Soaked everything. Ruined furniture and destroyed paperwork.”
“Sabotage?” Dagfinn asked.
“Exactly.” Marquette’s nostrils flared. “I will not be bullied by a wolf in very pleasant clothing.”
“We thought we’d have to shut down the department,” Chloe added. “But then Marquette said we could work from her home.”
“Do you know anything about this, elf?” Marquette suddenly asked. “You obviously have an in with Julian.”
“What? No, no. He crashed my party, that’s it.” Dagfinn took a step back, fearing the tough fairy would pounce. “Is that why I’m here, because of Julian?”
“Of course not,” Cupid said placidly. “But I would like you to meet with Julian. See if you can learn anything about what he’s up to. I’d like to take this to Gregorian, but we can’t be sure Julian is behind it. I don’t want to pit those two against each other unless it’s warranted. I don’t think I need to remind you of the bad history between Julian and Gregorian.”
“The old wolf is making a power play,” Marquette announced. “Can you handle helping us and Susan B. Anthony Day like you helped Cupid, or are you really a spy?”
“Of course I want to help,” Dagfinn said, feeling all the pressure. “I certainly don’t want the people who celebrate Susan B. Anthony Day in…”
“Florida and Wisconsin annually, and West Virginia every other year,” Marquette replied proudly.
“West Virginia agreeing to acknowledge us on every other election day was a real coup for us,” Chloe stated drolly.
“Just one question,” Dagfinn said. “What exactly is Susan B. Anthony Day?”
Marquette threw her hands in the air in a huff as Chloe explained, “She was one of the pioneers who fought for the right for women to vote in America. The holiday celebrates women’s rights and equality.”
“Oh.”
“Officially, you’ve earned yourself a mini-vacation for rescuing me,” Cupid said. “Unofficially, you will respond to Julian’s business offer. Learn what you can, get a feel for the situation. And tell no one. Julian could have ears anywhere.”
Infiltrate the wolf’s den? No problem. At least that’ll look great on my annual review.
Evermore Island series, Book 3: Three May Days
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Tags: Elves, fairies, holiday, giants, May Day, castles, mythical creatures, family
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On the hard-to-find Evermore Island, where mythical creatures live and work, May Day is a much beloved holiday. Fairy tale creatures celebrate with songs, parties, and feasts. And just like any other holiday, May Day means family obligations.
The fairy Abelone, secretary for Cupid, has recently started dating Joe, a handsome half-giant/half-dwarf. The two have kept their relationship a secret. The upcoming holiday seems like the perfect time to introduce each other to their families.
With gruff and over-eager families, confused friends, and lies to keep track of, how will the happy couple survive three May Days?
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On a particular Friday evening near the end of April, Abelone had ensured her two best friends would meet up with her at their usual watering grounds because she had something very important to tell him.
She had arrived early, saved their favorite booth, and waited for the others, her palms sweating. She ordered a double martini just to calm her nerves and wasn’t surprised when Joe sat across from her with his own large lager.
“I don’t think this is going to go well,” Joe said. He looked at her with his adorable chocolate eyes and dark curly hair, and she wanted to melt.
“It’ll be fine. These are my friends. They’ll be easier to handle than…the others.” She took a mighty swig of her mixed drink, which he quickly matched.
“Yeah, but I expect our families to be difficult. I’m prepared for that.” Joe chuckled and Abelone felt reassured.
“Everything will be fine,” she said, although she didn’t believe it.
“Hey, TGIF, right?” It was November, sidling into the booth next to Joe. “Hey, buddy, what’s up?”
“Uh, nothing. Everything’s fine. You?”
“Cropsey got burned by the oven today, but it wasn’t too bad. Cookies were fine,” November said. “Dagfinn, tell Abelone and Joe what you were up to today.”
Dagfinn joined them, sitting next to Abelone, and sighed. “Well, I’m still getting used to the differences between departments. And, okay, it’s silly, but I had been filling out T-7 forms since getting promoted to Valentine’s, and I’m talking to Criswell, at the water cooler, like always.”
November and Dagfinn cracked up. Joe looked uncertain, and Abelone shook her head.
“So, anyway, Criswell mentions wrestling with his T-4’s, and I’m like ‘What?’ Turns out Morty is using a completely different form than Cupid. Can you believe that?”
Joe shook his head. Abelone coughed. “Um, I thought I told you that on your first day?”
“Well, anyway, they gave us those interns, right? So I told mine to start reformatting every T-9 I filled out since I joined the department into a T-4. She says to me, ‘Is this standard?’ and I’m at a loss. Then, Criswell walks by, and—”
“I have something important to tell you guys,” Abelone blurted out.
“Uh, what is it?” November asked, looking extremely uncomfortable. “Are you all right? You don’t look well.”
“Someone’s sick?” Dagfinn worried. “Do you need platelets? I’m not sure exactly what platelets are, but you can have mine. To a reasonable extent.”
“No one’s sick,” Abelone said.
“At least not yet,” Joe said, looking rather queasy.