North Pole University - The Complete Series - Ebook

North Pole University Series
Clean New Adult Paranormal Romance
Escape to North Pole University, where holiday magic meets heart-stopping romance beneath the dancing aurora borealis. Follow unforgettable couples as they navigate magical academia, family legacies, and the transformative power of finding their perfect match.

Holiday Shifters (Prequel)
Connor Prancer must restore his family's tarnished legacy in the legendary reindeer games—but meeting human Kayla changes everything. When Christmas magic intervenes, he'll risk revealing the magical world to claim the love that was always meant to be.

Oath Keeper (Bonus Book)
When ancient magic targets partnership bonds, all four couples must unite to protect NPU's foundations. As dark secrets surface and the Inter-Seasonal Council demands answers, they'll discover their oaths to each other might save everyone's happily ever after.

Freshman Frost
Fiona carries her family's damaged reputation to NPU, determined to prove herself worthy. Prince Elian hides from royal obligations in crystalline towers. When their magical attraction ignites, they'll choose between duty and a love that could reshape the supernatural world.

Sophomore Solstice
Dylan's "weak" magic has always held him back—until partnership with brilliant orphan Lyra reveals he's meant for legendary partnership magic. Together they'll discover hidden chambers, ancient secrets, and that the greatest strength comes from complete trust.

Junior Jinx
When tiny sprite Ivy accidentally triggers Rowan Blackthorn's protective magic, they're bound by ancient forces neither understands. Forced to partner for the Elemental Tournament while mysterious jinxes plague campus, they'll prove light can transform even the darkest shadows.

Senior Spark
Ice-cold Magnus and explosive fire sprite Nix share a catastrophic history—Frostbane nearly killed them both. Forced together for their senior capstone, they'll master the ancient Boundary Dance and discover true balance comes through harmony, not suppression.

Wedded Bliss
Connor and Kayla's magical wedding brings everyone together for the celebration of a lifetime, proving the magic doesn't end at graduation—it's just beginning.

Perfect for readers who love: Emotionally intense clean romance • Unique magical systems • Cozy holiday settings • Found family dynamics • Characters proving different is extraordinary
Where Christmas magic never ends and true love conquers all.

Holiday Shifters (Book 1)

Oath Keeper (Bonus Book)

Freshman Frost (Book 2)

Sophomore Solstice (Book 3)

Junior Jinx (Book 4)

Senior Spark (Book 5)

Wedded Bliss (Book 6)

Chapter 1: Kayla
Christmas used to be my favourite time of year. As you grow older, it loses some of its magic. It’s hard to maintain the eager anticipation of youth when you send your parents an Amazon Wishlist. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas; it’s still the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. However, when you’re sixteen, and the only plans you have for the winter break are mandatory reading and work, it takes away some of the sparkle and shine of Christmas.
“Ingrid, can I leave an hour early today? I still have a few more presents to buy,” I pleaded with my manager.
Mum and Dad were so proud when I told them I got a job at La Patisserie just outside London. We’d argued a lot about my first job. They thought it would give me independence and teach me how the world works. I thought that it would be yet another demand on my time, but I loved it once I started.
The small, family-owned bakery had a total of six employees, including me. Claude, the baker, his wife Pauline, and their daughters Marion and Penelope. The latter was my age and great fun to work with. And there was Ingrid, the Polish manager they had hired to help promote and run the bakery. She ran a tight ship, but I was confident she would agree to my request. It was four p.m. on Christmas Eve, and the shop was empty not only of customers, but of wares to sell. They had completely wiped us out. Claude and his family were prepping for the next day, and I had finished tallying the sales and tidying up the small café area.
Ingrid glanced over at Claude. The Frenchman smiled and winked at me. “Sure, go ahead, and Happy Christmas,” Ingrid said with a smile.
I jumped with glee, clapping my hands excitedly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I beamed, flinging my arms around the manager in a tight hug. I could tell it was making her uncomfortable, so I stepped back and said, “Happy Christmas, Ingrid!”
I pulled my apron off and ran to the back to hug Claude and his family. “Joyeux Noël!” I told them on my way to the staff room to grab my things.
Wrapping my coat tightly around myself, I pulled on my grey wool hat, matching scarf, and gloves. It had to be -5 outside. Winter this year had been exceptionally bitter; I couldn’t remember it ever being quite so cold.
I flung on my backpack and headed out before Claude caught up with me.
“Attend,” he said, handing me a small white cardboard box wrapped in brown twine. A small white envelope was tucked inside. It was stamped with a gold snowflake, and my name was written in gold ink in the most beautiful calligraphy I had ever seen.
“Happy Christmas,” he said with a thick accent. “Some Christmas goodies for you and your family and a Christmas bonus for all your hard work these last few months.”
I thanked him and opened the envelope, curious to see what was inside. There was a hundred-pound note in it! “Oh my gosh, Claude. It’s too much! I promise I’ll come in early for my next shift,” I said, barely suppressing the tears that welled in my eyes. This man and his family had already done so much for me.
“Ne t’inquiète pas, petite,” he replied, waiving away my objections.
My French had significantly improved at the Patisserie, so I replied, “Merci beaucoup, Claude. Joyeux Noël,” as I blew a kiss and headed for the next train into London.
Another thing that took some of the magic away from Christmas was trying to navigate the London Underground. London was busy enough any other time of the year, but it seemed even more chaotic at Christmas. Tourists from all over the world come to spend the holiday season here; the bright lights and the big city drew people like moths to a flame. Pushing past everyone, I headed up the stairs from the Underground towards my favourite place to shop in London: Oxford Street.
London at Christmas was breathtaking. Every storefront, every tree was bathed in light. But the place that really made my heart sing was Oxford Street. I took in the display. A huge Christmas angel was suspended between the storefronts on either side of the street; its wings spread wide as if in flight. It always amazed me how they managed to make an angel out of lights look so lifelike. The cold air whipped at my face, but I couldn’t move; I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the Christmas angel. My skin was covered in goosebumps, and I shivered from delight as well as the cold. This was the true magic of Christmas.
For just a moment, I swore the angel's wings actually moved, and a strange tingling sensation ran through my body. It felt like the air was charged with something I couldn't name but somehow recognized deep within. I dismissed it as excitement, but part of me wondered if there was something more to the feeling.