Bøker av Camilla Evergreen

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. PLEASE NOTE the main character struggles with depression.

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.And 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.

Since when do billionaires with bad reputations buy friends?Okay, technically, Lex Hawthorn contractually obligated me to act opposite him in our college theater play, not become his friend, but the lines do get blurry when he's taking me out for ice cream, offering me homemade muffins, and saving me when I don't know where else to go. I've never felt this comfortable with someone before, much less with someone who's paying for my time. If only secrets and contracts weren't the foundation of our "relationship," maybe I could start taking him seriously.Bribed by the Billionaire Bad Boy is a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with mutual pining, neurodivergent characters, and plenty of closed-door sizzle.Previously Published as Unspoken.

*Read the warnings in the author's note, please.*Wait. Wait. Wait. We're best friends. We're not supposed to star as the leads in a marriage-of-convenience rom-com.We don't need to share healthcare, or get a citizenship, or win a game show. There is no logical reason for Sean to blackmail me into marrying him just because his father told him to.And yet.Here I am.Moving in with the monster.If I'm honest, this is beginning to feel less like a trope and more like an intervention.It's a grand twenty-toxic-step recovery plan gilded in sweet nothings, meaningless kisses, and random cuddles.I should absolutely not be okay with it.Alas. It seems more than my relationship with food is unhealthy.So is my taste in men.My Best Friend and I Need Therapy is a swoony, closed-door romantic comedy with some dark themes. Expect mild language, suggestive jokes, dark humor, and tension without any explicit scenes. PLEASE read the extensive warning in the author's note at the beginning of the book. This book will not be for everyone.Best read after How to Destroy Your Lifelong Bully.

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-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.

I am a perfectly functional adult.So why is it so hard to get a date? When my father decided last year that I wouldn't receive my inheritance until I am in a stable relationship, I let the ever-important deadline slip through the cracks.Why bother dating, when I can read, right? Wrong.Now, I have less than two months to find love if I'm going to inherit my cottage home, and even with a stack of self-help books a mile high, things are not looking good. The only man who's graced me with more than five minutes of his attention is a giant tattooed bar owner.Sure, he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And, sure, he keeps appearing in my life. And...sure...when we enter into a fake/practice dating collaboration, it seems an awful lot like the start of a rom-com, but there's no way our little stint turns into anything else.I absolutely refuse to date anyone who drinks. He may be the gentlest grump now, but I know what alcohol does to people, and I am not looking for someone I think I can trust to hurt me again.No matter what, follow point #1 on my outline: Do NOT fall in love.How to Find Love When You're Weird is a grumpy/sunshine satirical romance with a neurodivergent lead on the road to self-acceptance. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

I guess I'm a mother now?What do you do when your next-door neighbor's daughter, who you probably shouldn't be talking to about your fantasy romance books, hands you a guide and asks you to marry her father? Apparently, social disaster that you are, you do it.If I told little me that I was going to grow up and get marriage-of-convenienced to someone who can't even make eye contact with me, I probably would have been all for it. Honestly. Let's just say the book trope addiction started young and hasn't stopped yet.As a quiet indie author, I have one online friend and my nine-year-old next-door neighbor buddy. My trust issues, fear of rejection, less-than-optimal childhood, and pitiful communication skills do not leave me with the best toolbox when it comes to becoming a fake wife or mother in order to keep my little buddy safe.But, hey, like most of the main characters I write about, you do what you have to for the people you care for. Let this story begin.How to Marry Your Single Dad Neighbor is an acquainted in real life satirical romance with plenty of social ineptitude and plenty of book love. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

My rules are simple; allow me to list them for you.Rule one: no matter how perfectly adorable Bianca Jane Taylor is, do not ogle her.Rule two: no matter how hard I fall in love with her, never let her know.It should be simple, but if being a black autistic in a world built for white neurotypicals proves anything, nothing is as simple as it should be. Your tone of voice is never quite right. Your expressions are never exactly welcoming. And the girl you like happens to be asexual and aromantic.Life isn't fair, and it doesn't make sense.When Bianca is invited to Florida for a family reunion, the idea of my tiny, beloved boss leaving me for three weeks propels me into inviting myself along.It's just a trip.Spending weeks living together while navigating her less-than-wonderful family is not going to reveal my secret. I won't let it. Because I know the facts.Loving her is selfish, and I have the list of reasons to prove it.Even so, I can't stop.Could Have Been Romantic is a laugh-out-loud, friends-to-lovers, closed-door romcom with neurodivergent characters, forced proximity, and a unique special interest in one another. Swoonfully sweet and heart-melting.

He bullied me all throughout school, and now he's blackmailing me to be his live-in maid.At least Velspar Pratt-magnetically attractive billionaire and bane of my existence-pays well.I don't trust him.I'll never trust him.And I've read enough enemies to lovers to know this forced proximity is dangerous, but I am determined to keep my distance.Only somehow we keep ending up in the same bed... cuddling.It doesn't matter how many books he buys me, how many breakfasts he makes me, or how many secrets he spills when he's tipsy...Forgiving him is out of the question.But I'm starting to think there's more than just gut-punching attraction between us. And maybe we've gotten each other all wrong...How to Destroy Your Lifelong Bully is a swoony, closed-door romantic comedy with some dark themes. Expect mild language, suggestive jokes, chemistry, and tension without any explicit scenes. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

Why did I think it was a good idea to ask my hot, grumpy boss to fake date?Maybe because I'm clumsier with social interactions than I am with staying upright? Maybe because my parents will disown me if they see the pictures paparazzi took after I fell on him and learn we aren't in a "committed relationship"?Whatever the reason, he wasn't supposed to agree so easily or be so...cordial.Levi Danner, Billionaire CEO of Leopard Co., has a reputation for being disagreeable, nitpicky, and coarse. He does not have a reputation for buying poor college students lunch or taking them on bookstore dates.I'm struggling to find the line between professional and personal-on top of navigating my parents' overbearing concerns.So when an unexpected turn of events requires us to share a bed-and maybe a few cuddles-that line might vanish completely.How to Fake Date Your Grumpy Boss is a swoony, closed-door romantic comedy. Expect mild language, suggestive jokes, chemistry, and tension without any explicit scenes. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details.

The world is full of stories.Trust me. It's true. And I'm always right, so I know. With hardly a glance, I can read just about anyone, add a couple notes, and orchestrate their next chapters.It's a gift worthy of exploitation as far as my father is concerned, so when he sends me to buy out quaint Chickville, South Carolina for his industry plans, I decide it's time to write my own story.The second after I lay eyes on Summer Roberts-local bookstore owner with a jaded past and a pant suit that doesn't belong within a hundred miles of farm land-I decide my story involves a marriage of convenience.At first, I just want to spite my father by ignoring all his orders, falling in "love," and giving up his last name, but as Summer's secrets and mine come undone, one beautiful page at a time, this little ploy turns into something else.Something real.Will she ever stop hating me for coercing her into staying in a place full of memories she doesn't want to endure?And, follow up question, am I allowed to fall in love with my wife?Could Have Been Real is a laugh-out-loud, enemies-to-lovers, closed-door romcom with small-town magic, forced proximity, and a sunshine boy/grumpy girl dynamic.Trigger Warning: depictions of depression and references to suicide

Turns out, fairy tales lie about the happily ever afters.After wasting almost two years on a guy my parents don't know about, the clock strikes midnight, and I'm left staring at a different tale as old as time-the one called he cheated on me with his secretary.Curses.Unwilling to return home and admit I'm a catastrophic failure, I strand myself in Golden Shore, New York with nothing but a hastily-packed duffle bag, my cat, and a determination to figure things out before I'm kidnapped.Enter prince charming.Elliot Carter-my brother's best friend and the man who completely broke my heart as a child-finds me in my lowest moment, offers a chivalrous hand, and takes me home to his little castle off the coast.He's a cop. I know it's just his duty to help damsels in distress. But if fifteen-year-old me thought the twenty-two-year-old man wove dreams out of clouds, nineteen-year-old me does not stand a chance against twenty-six-year-old Officer Ellie who is freshly scruffed and tattooed.In spite of his rejection before, I still want him.All I need to know is if he's changed his mind about wanting me.Could Have Been Closer is a laugh-out-loud, age-gap, closed-door romcom with grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, and fairy tale happily ever after. Also, a cat in a tux, which is very important to mention.

This wasn't supposed to turn into a rom-com.But, hey, that's the story of my life. One second, you're young and hopeful, the next you're tripping over air into fake dating your boss. Or dodging your childhood crush. Or marrying your single dad neighbor.Ce la vie?I'm sick of being the butt of my own life's joke, but I'm on contract to finish one last book, and the only inspiration I have is my childhood rival. AKA my enemy. AKA...my editor.The grump facade he shows to everyone else has always melted into irritating cinnamon roll for me. That's two tropes right there. Are you counting? I know I am.Ugh. Well. Let's do this, I say, tropeily tropeing my way into trope town. This time, it ends with happily ever after, or I'm starting a cult.How to Make Your Enemy Fall for You is an enemies to lovers satirical romance with a spattering of sizzle. Each book in this series has sensual description that is ultimately closed door/fade to black, minimal cursing if any at all, and a swoon-worthy love story. Please reference the reader expectations after the title page for specific details as this story does include references to sexual assault.

It's all fun and games until my best friend starts dating someone who isn't me.This story starts when my best friend, Tanner, takes "having a girlfriend" to "completely ignoring me" fast enough to give me whiplash.Making matters worse while I'm recovering from said whiplash, some guy in leather ruins my life-by stealing my parking spot in front of my favorite bookstore.Making matters unbelievable, Leather Motorcycle Man is the new editor where I work, my new boss, and the only thing now standing between me and being able to publish my book.Talk about bad luck.I hate him; he can't stand me; my sister won't stop believing this is our Enemies to Lovers, Sweet and Sassy, Small-town Romance, seventy thousand words, confirmed HEA.Trust me, I loathe saying it, but...if this guy keeps sneaking himself into the heart Tanner is vacating, my sister might just be right.Cyprian Douglas-affectionately, Shiane-makes me want more than seventy thousand words. If he can promise me a never-ending series, I might forgive him for taking my parking spot.If he can't?I'll never forgive him for taking my heart...Could Have Been Us is a laugh-out-loud, banter-filled, closed-door romcom with two grumpy leads, tension-filled flirting, and a happily ever after that meets all genre expectations.