{A Wanderer of Pages Release} Beyond Ever After by Chantal Gadoury

Beyond Ever After by Chantal Gadoury
Series: Wanderer of Pages #2
on July 14th, 2026
Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Adult, Romance
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Return to the world of fairytales that readers first fell in love with in Until the Last Page in this magically charming sequel.

When Jo fell into a book of fairytales, she thought she would only have to save one prince. But now she has to save his brother, too.
In this new chapter, Jo finds herself lost once more in a world of magic, crowns, and impossible choices. The stories have changed, but the dangers haven’t—and neither has the loving a frog prince was never meant to be easy.

He thought one kiss would solve everything—but now, Prince Aneurin must stop a doomed royal wedding. With Josephine by his side, they tumble through twisting tales in search of a clever witch hiding behind a perfect disguise.

Between running from bearded kings, and avoiding unwanted betrothals, they navigate kingdoms and stories that refuse to stay neatly written. As adventures collide and hearts are tested, Jo and Aneurin soon discover that even in fairytales, the most dangerous magic of all is love.

Exclusive excerpt from Beyond Ever After

As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I rushed to dry off and slip into my carefully chosen pajamas––comfortable, but presentable. The distant hum of the TV in the living room filtered through the door, a reminder that my parents were still out there. I worked my damp hair into a loose braid, fingers moving quickly as I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water, and my eyes carried the remnants of a long, strange day.

“This is as good as it’s gonna get,” I murmured, exhaling as I reached for the doorknob. I padded across the hall, slipping back into my room and shutting the door behind me. My gaze immediately landed on Aneurin, now comfortably seated on my bed, the book of fairy tales resting in his lap. The sight of him in borrowed sweats was still jarring, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked oddly at ease, flipping through the pages as if he had all the time in the world.

“Doing alright?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe.

He lifted his gaze from the book and smirked. “Your modern utilities are…impressive,” he said, his tone even. “Though I must admit, it lacks the elegance of what I’m accustomed to.” 

I rolled my eyes, crossing the room. “You survived. That’s what matters.”

I sat down beside him on my bed, eyeing the book in his hands. 

“I’m sorry that I don’t know a way back to your world,” I murmured. “I’m sorry the book isn’t cooperating.” 

Aneurin nodded slowly, leafing through the blank pages again. “It perplexes me how it could work before for you, but…what changed?” 

“Everything,” I said before I’d realized it. “The stories that I experienced with you, while similar to the ones that I’ve known my whole life, were different. And I don’t know if it’s because we changed them, or if it was always supposedto be that way…” 

Aneurin stayed quiet as I took the book from his hands and flipped to the first page once more. The written inscription stared back at us.

“For those who wander through these pages, listen well to the tales of ages…for deep within one’s heart will find, their past and present, intertwined.” 

I scanned the words, waiting––hoping––for something to happen. But the page remained still, offering nothing but silence. There was no flicker of magic, no shift in the air—just the written words on the page. 

“Why don’t you try to read it out loud?” I suggested, glancing at Aneurin. “It hasn’t worked for me since…but maybe for you. . .” I hesitated, then gave a slight shrug. He studied me for a moment before his gaze dropped back to the book. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, he took it carefully from my hands. His fingers brushed over the ink as he read the words aloud, but nothing happened. His brows pulled together in frustration as he shut the book with a quiet thud. Aneurin exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. 

“I—” He hesitated, his expression shifting as if something had just occurred to him. His gaze flickered to me before he stood abruptly. “My satchel.” 

“Your satchel?” I gazed at him, confused as I watched him cross the room to where he’d left the leather satchel earlier. “What about your satchel?” 

“Perhaps that fairy left something in the satchel.” 

“Did she say so?” 

“Do fairies always share what they’re up to?” Aneurin replied as he picked up the bag and came back to sit on the bed. 

“It’s not like I’ve had a lot of experiences with them,” I remarked as he ran his hands over the worn leather before he undid the clasp and reached inside. A slow breath escaped him as he pulled out a small velvet pouch. His fingers tightened around it as his expression became unreadable. Slowly, he loosened the drawstrings and tipped the contents into his palm. There emerged two golden rings. 

The light overhead caught the metal, sending a warm glow across his skin, but there was something else beneath the surface. A shimmer, thin as silk, wove between the rings, like an almost invisible thread stretching outward. I followed its path with my eyes until—

It was connected to the book.

Aneurin froze.

We both watched as the golden thread pulsed once, flickering faintly before vanishing as if it had never been there at all. But I saw it. We both saw it. His grip tightened around the rings as he slowly reached for the book again. Without a word, he flipped it open to the page of the spell.

And this time, the book came to life.

The once-empty pages were no longer blank. As he turned them, ink bled across the parchment, forming words and illustrations as if the book itself was waking up.

“But how?” I asked, my eyes wide with wonder. I’d spent so much time wishing for this very moment. 

“Does it matter?” Aneurin asked, slipping one of the rings onto his finger. He turned, extending the other toward me. “Will you still come with me?” 

Our words echoed in my ears as I stared at the golden ring.

Will you still come with me? I knew I wanted to. 

Just friends. But were we? 

I wished for you…I had…

My fingers hesitated, hovering just above it, but I had already made the choice somewhere within me. Before I could think twice, my hand moved on its own. My fingertips brushed the cool metal, and a strange warmth pulsed through me as I took it. Slowly, I slipped the ring onto my right ring finger. Aneurin watched in silence, his expression seemed relieved. Then, without another word, he pulled the book onto his lap, his grip firm, and began to read the words aloud.

“For those who wander through these pages,” he began. The light above us flickered–just as it had before, for me.

 “Listen well to the tales of ages. For deep within one’s heart will find…” 

“Their past and present intertwined,” I finished, my voice a whisper as I slid my arm through his and squeezed my eyes closed. I could feel the shift before it happened, a tightness in my chest that grew as the words left my lips. I knew what was coming. 

A sudden burst of light flooded the room, blinding in its intensity. The familiar, invisible force wrapped around us, tugging with a magnetic pull, like being caught in a vortex that wasn’t quite of this world.

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