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Pride 2024 General Imprint Bundle!

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HAPPY PRIDE 2024! We are celebrating in classic Duck Prints Press style, with our second-annual Pride Bundle for charity campaign! We’ve compiled a list of 18 General Imprint short style titles – some usually Patreon exclusive! – and priced them at a discount. Once the bundle sale is done on July 8th 2024, we will donate approximately 20% of the proceeds, given on behalf of the Press and select authors who chose to donate their royalties. The money from this General Imprint Bundle will be combined with the proceeds from our Explicit Bundle Sale, and the total will be donated to the charity Rainbow Railroad, which helps LGBTQI+ people from around the world escape oppression and find places of safety.

Grab yourself a bundle, get some wonderful reads, and support a queer-owned business and queer charities! Does it get any better than that?

This bundle will be available from June 8th through July 8th 2024.

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HAPPY PRIDE 2024! We are celebrating in classic Duck Prints Press style, with our second-annual Pride Bundle for charity campaign! We’ve compiled a list of 18 General Imprint short style titles – some usually Patreon exclusive! – and priced them at a discount. Once the bundle sale is done on July 8th 2024, we will donate approximately 20% of the proceeds, given on behalf of the Press and select authors who chose to donate their royalties. The money from this General Imprint Bundle will be combined with the proceeds from our Explicit Imprint Bundle sales, and the total will be donated to the charity Rainbow Railroad, which helps LGBTQI+ people from around the world escape oppression and find places of safety.

Grab yourself a bundle, get some wonderful reads, and support a queer-owned business and queer charities! Does it get any better than that?

This bundle will be available from June 8th through July 8th 2024.

Note: the charity we are collecting for has not been informed of this fundraiser and have not endorsed, supported, or otherwise been involved in this sale.

Read excerpts from the 18 included titles!

The Princess and the Maze by A. L. Heard

In a kingdom past the sea, in a land of wild forests and towering mountains, there was a queen who gave birth to many children. Before the royal home was blessed with a son, a princess was born. According to the ancient laws, the princess couldn’t rule on her own. A worthy suitor would claim the throne through her, but it was left to her to determine how such worth was to be measured.

The princess didn’t want a husband and was capable of ruling alone, but these considerations couldn’t change the law, and so instead she endured encouragement from her family that she should entertain suitors and name the task that, should they succeed at it, would in turn name them the future king. She deferred as long as she could, pleading that she was too young to marry.

Her father indulged her… until the summer she turned eighteen.

Of Loops and Weaves by Catherine E. Green

“So, whatcha makin’, Rob?” Dee [looks] at Robin with rapt attention.

“Oh, um. W-well…” She sets her mug on the table. Words exist, certainly, but hell if she can grab enough of them right now to save herself. “I’m making”—with unsteady hands, she wrenches the sweater close to her chest—“th-that is to say…” Robin trails off and begins ripping out stitches in her haste to quell the mounting inner pressure to keep mum.

“Hey, hey. It’s all right. Forget I asked. Don’t destroy your work on my account.”

Glass Slipper: A Dance by Cedar D. McCafferty-Svec

In another life, a world far in the past—in reality only about twelve hours ago—Marienne never would have expected this. This being the Royal Heir Apparent taking her by the hand and whisking her onto the dance floor. A ball was a ball; a dance was a dance. Surely it had been expected when she arrived that she would dance, but Marienne had never once considered the possibility of the Heir Apparent taking notice of her.

Songs, Suppers, and Stories by D. V. Morse

Jaelyn hovered over the pond in the cool morning air, torn between going to the blacksmith to pick up her brother’s sword and going to the market to select tonight’s dinner. Both were things she needed to do. All logic said to do the shopping first rather than carrying a sword around. Granted, it would be in a scabbard, so it wasn’t as though she’d accidentally cut anyone with it. It would generate gossip, though, and be annoying to lug around.

But Deirdre, the blacksmith’s apprentice, only worked mornings and might not be there when she finished at the market.

That shouldn’t matter. Not really.

But it did.

Waiting for the Tide to Turn by Genevieve Maxwell

“That looks so romantic.”

Liv smiled. If heart-eyes were possible on a real human being, that’s exactly what Caro’s were doing now. “It does look romantic,” Liv agreed, gesturing at the scene on the television of a couple kissing passionately as the surf swirled around them.

“Is it?”

“Is it what?”

“Romantic?”

Chinaski’s Dirty Work by J. D. Harlock

Late at night, Chinaski rode in on her wyvern, Canasta, to Pico’s tavern, hoping there wouldn’t be any prying eyes to interfere with her dirty work. After a much-needed sip from her trusty dragon-leather flask, Chinaski stood outside the building in the cool desert air. The winds wrangled her dry copper hair, and the cold had her regretting her decision to wear a short skirt, black scarf, tall lace-up boots, and a pair of gauntlets. But at least she had a moment to breathe. The day had been a hard one, and it was only going to get harder from here.

Foundations by Johnathan Stern

Addison dragged a nail along the row of spines, spending a half second on each, inspecting the author and the sticker before continuing on to the next, neck craned as far to one side as it would go. The physical volume archive of Valles Marineris Coprates Chasma University Memorial Library wasn’t someplace she typically visited, but there was something satisfying in the sounds, and in the sensations of the ridges and dips of the book covers beneath her finger as she looked for the one she needed. She hadn’t been in here since freshman year—library training in Lit 100, if she remembered correctly—and at the time, she’d wondered why they’d bothered to keep it as part of the curriculum. Now, though, during her third hour in the library looking for sources, she was grateful they’d made her go through it.

Her attention divided between the notecard in her hand and the books on the shelves, Addison didn’t notice the other person at the end of the row until she collided with her.

Seal Island by K. B. Vimes

Michael was six years old when he first swam out to where the seals liked to lie. The locals called it Seal Island, though it wasn’t much more than an outcropping of rocks at the edge of the bay that nearly disappeared during the highest tides of the year.

Into the Wyvern’s Lair by Mikki Madison

Kella didn’t want much in life. A modest sum to live on. A simple, relaxing place to retire. Nothing so extravagant as a palace—a small mansion with a mere ten or twelve rooms would do nicely. A staff of five or ten to cook and clean and maintain said mansion and its attendant gardens. Perhaps a large, fluffy dog to sleep beside her.

The teensiest, tiniest problem was that such a simple lifestyle required a great sum of money. And Kella’s accounts were, sadly, nigh barren.

Sarisa by N. C. Farrell

Lu was deep in Sarisa’s thigh, working out the kinks in biomechanical muscles, when he heard footsteps overhead. Another member of the maintenance team, Lu figured, because nobody else spent much time on the mech. Most people thought it was creepy: oil-slick black plating, a faceless helmet on top of an eerily humanoid body, and the unsettling awareness that it was paying attention to everyone in its vicinity. Even most members of the maintenance crew preferred to avoid thinking about Sarisa too much while they worked on its body. Lu was the exception, and that’s why she had spent over a decade with Sarisa and become its chief mechanic. It was also why she took on the jobs, like carefully combing muscle fiber into alignment, for which it was impossible to ignore that Sarisa wasn’t just a robot: it was alive and breathing around Lu as she ran her hands along its gunmetal innards and coaxed it toward maximum function.

“Can I help?” an unfamiliar voice asked. Light. Uncertain. Definitely a new kid.

Whispers of Atlantis: A Tale of Discovery and Belonging by Neo Scarlett

“Our rooms aren’t quite ready yet, and Mama and I need to arrange some things for our… stay here—so why don’t you take your sister and explore the city a bit, Shirl? You have your phone on you, right? Be back here at sundown, and we can go out for dinner.”

Shirl nodded, pulling out their phone to put a pin onto the map marking their current location so they could easily find their way back later. The sun was high in the sky when they stepped outside, and Gemma all but clung to her sibling, suddenly intimidated by the new and unfamiliar city.

Shirl bent down so they could face Gemma and smiled. “Let’s go find a bookstore, hm? I’m curious to see what kinds of books they have here.”

Be Not Afraid by Nicola Kapron

Tora woke with tears on his face and a bizarre certainty that he had died and gone to hell. Then he registered the familiar ceiling with the big water stain over his bed and realized he was in his shitty one-room apartment. His black hair was so messy that tangled curls filled his peripheral vision. He’d fallen asleep in a tank top and shorts, but it had ridden up at some point during the night, and now was more of a crop top. He wouldn’t care except that there was a shadow over his face and, uncomfortably close, the sound of noodles being slurped. Tora yanked his shirt down irritably and sat up.

Sure enough, his roommate was sitting cross-legged in midair above him, eating ramen.

Awkward and Oblivious by R. L. Houck

Say something. Ask her, you idiot! “Oh, uh! I was wondering—?”

Dr. Anna paused and turned back. “Yes?”

Alex clutched Mako to her chest, running her fingers through the beagle puppy’s soft coat for reassurance. “Um. I just—I’m so grateful for all you did for Mako when she was sick. Would you like to go out for coffee sometime? As a thank you?”

Words. Words were so fucking hard. But Alex didn’t stutter or pass out, so she considered her efforts to be a success.

Washer Wars: A Laundromat Feud by Samantha M. Piper

Dee ground her teeth before schooling her expression into well-practiced disinterest the split second before the muffled ding of The Squeaky Duck Laundromat’s double doors announced her presence. She walked briskly toward the back left corner of the room, purposefully ignoring the laundromat’s other occupant, and began loading her clothes for her first load.

“Morning.”

Dee, head half inside the guts of the washing machine, froze and scowled. She snorted and rolled her eyes before popping up to put on some false cheer.

“Good morning!”

The Wayward Timekeeper by Terra P. Waters

Tanyl stepped around the others and took his hand, his skin enveloped by the breathless peace of Father Death’s touch.

“How old are you, Tanyl?”

“You know my name?”

Father’s rumbling laugh was kind. “I remember now. You turned twenty last summer.”

Tanyl nodded, barely able to catch his breath. “I’ve been training over the mountains with Elder Sister Bethyl. In Dawn Valley.”

“I’m glad to see you, son.” Father pulled him into an embrace. Tanyl couldn’t remember a time he’d felt happier.

if it’s meant to be by Tris Lawrence

Mac hadn’t intended to run away and join the circus, yet wouldn’t you just know it: here she is.

Meet C(omm)ute by Violet J. Hayes

Priya locked her apartment door and started down the three flights of stairs to the street. Her mornings were calm and predictable: wake up, shower, breakfast, and pray the bus wasn’t late. Lately, though? Lately she’d been wishing for something slightly less predictable, something that would leave her waking up each morning with a sense of anticipation.

Changing things up was completely within her abilities. She could put herself out there, ask the few college friends she still kept in touch with if they knew anybody to fix her up with, maybe join a dating site. The thought alone had her shuddering. While Priya was extremely popular with the five-and-under set at work, talking to other adults-particularly women-felt less natural than playing dragons in a wooden block castle.

Chrysopoeia by Zel Howland

Her scream tore open the cold evening air. “Please, don’t do this—”

Rough, merciless hands dragged her across the chalk diagram. Even with last night’s rain continuing in a light drizzle, Faith tasted copper and ozone in the air as her feet dragged over the still-wet pools of blood.

“Mr. Lucas, please,” she begged. She struggled against her captors—men she’d known her entire life, now reduced to faceless executioners. Even with her heavy weight thrown against their grip, they continued pulling her inexorably forward. “Please, you know me, you know I would never—I wouldn’t even know how, please—”

Mr. Lucas backhanded her cheek.

 

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