You'd think that basically being in charge of love would be an epic job, right? Wrong. Sure, I can blow some Lust into people's faces and watch the show, but I can't actually participate. It gets old, trust me. Same goes for love. I can pass it out like sugar-free lollipops at a dentist's office, but I can't get any love for myself. It totally sucks.
I used to consider myself a hopeless romantic, so why wouldn't I choose to become a cupid? Sounds like a good idea, right? Wrong again. They don't call us stupid cupids for nothing. I'm stuck in this never-ending afterlife where I'm invisible, lonely, and bitter as hell. And yeah, I'm probably responsible for some terrible matchmaking out there. Sorry, not sorry.
All my bad cupid'ing might be why I was exiled from the human realm. You can only do so much before the cupid bosses get all huffy. Unfortunately, my bitterness carried over into the new realm, and then I attacked a fae prince with Love Arrows. Accidentally. Okay, not accidentally. But hey, he deserved it. What I didn't expect was for him to retaliate and hit my ass with some crazy magic mojo strong enough to push me into the physical realm. Whoa.
That's right. This cupid just got a real body. And you know what that means...Now, it's my turn to get some. Love, I mean. Get your head out of the gutter. Wink, wink bitches.
Note to my stupid cupid self: The next time I go and anchor myself to a hot covey, make sure those anchors aren't about to compete in a fight to the death.
Yeah. Total downer.
I have a body now and I don't intend to lose it. I also don't intend to lose the genfins that I've grown so attached to. So it's time to return to the kingdom island and hope like hell that my guys make it through the royal trials of the culling. I also have to hope that the prince of the realm doesn't spot me. If he does, I'm pretty sure I have imprisonment and torture to look forward to.
But we can make it through this. I know we can. I'm at least 70% sure we can, anyway. Okay, maybe it's more like fifty-fifty. But after we do? Well, my to-do list is long, but convincing my genfins that they belong with me is pretty high up there. So is dessert. And trying some fairy wine. And skinny dipping. Also sex. Lots and lots of sex.
But mostly, I just want what I've always wanted—to have love of my own. Wings crossed that the genfins get on board with that plan. This cupid has her work cut out for her.
What do you get when you have four mates, one psychotic prince, a horde of rebels, and a cupid who just got yanked out of the realm?
A big freaking problem, that’s what.
I was supposed to take on my first real mission as a spy. I was supposed to go find my missing mate and discover who our real allies are for the war that’s brewing in the fae realm.
Instead, I’m thrown back to where I was first created. Cupidville. And, judging by the look I’m getting from the Head of all Cupidity, and the big Terminate button that he's holding, this problem is about to get much worse.
The thing is, I’m more of a lover than a fighter, but when it has to do with staying with my mates, this cupid might just cut a bitch. I’ve waited my entire existence to find love, and now that I have it, I’m not going to give it up without a fight.
First comes love, then comes mating, then comes the baby and some cupid training.
Cupidville is overrun with new cupid recruits, and it’s up to me to train them in time for Valentine’s Day. Too bad I have four mates who keep insisting that it’s time for me to take a break.
Juggling my role as the cupid boss, being a mate, and handling motherhood isn’t always easy, but it’s sure as hearts worth it. Let’s just hope I can get these cupid flunkies trained in time.
Author’s Note: This is a Heart Hassle novella just in time for Valentine’s Day. Books 1-3 in the Cupidity world must be read before this story. Intended for audiences eighteen years and older.
Here’s what I know. Being a cupid is hard work.
Love matches, Lust breath, Flirt touches, not to mention having to meet my quotas every month. And hitting your target with arrows? That shit is not easy. People move, and they don’t exactly have a bullseye painted on their chests.
But all of that I could handle. Gladly. If only my fricken cupid powers would actually work. See, I’m what my supervisors call a dud. So now I have a choice. Get a new job, or turn in my cupid wings and try matchmaking the old-fashioned way. Maybe it’s stupid, and maybe the universe is trying to make me take a hint, but I don’t want to stop being a cupid. I was born for this—or, reborn…whatever.
Besides, I’ve become a bit obsessed with Mr. Warren Knight. See, he’s the perfect candidate for plenty of cupidity-approved passion. Smart, hot as hell, rich, and successful, but no matter how many dates he goes on, he just won’t seal the deal.
And that’s when I realize—Warren Knight is a bachelor dud. So now, I’m making it my afterlife’s mission to fix him. And by extension, me. If I can make a Love Match for him, then I won’t be a failure. But of course, this asshole doesn’t want to fall in love, so I have my work cut out for me.
They say there’s no rest for the wicked. Well, they should try being a cupid, because this shit is exhausting. Here goes nothing.