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Cupid’s Time

Cupid’s job is to help find true love for others, but it's a hard job to do when he’s in love with a man who barely acknowledges his existence.  Fighting his own desires, he is ready to give up all emotions just to avoid the pain of not having the respect of the one that holds his heart, let alone craving his love.

The Keepers can find their soul mates among each other, but Cupid is young compared to the one who is meant for him.  However, when violence strikes close to home for the Keepers, Cupid is needed to help in the healing process, but only if the soul mates acknowledge their love will the healing begin. 

Is Cupid in time or will time finally run out?  Leaving the one who brings couples together, alone and emotionless for all of eternity.

Excerpt

Greg Morton, age thirty-two, single, and an accountant.  Greg had lost his partner three years earlier in a car accident.  Since then, he had found it difficult to find love again.  This is where Cupid came in.  Hearing the man’s soul screaming out for his other half just a few days before, Cupid had been pleasantly surprised to discover the very match to Greg’s soul had been the man sitting across from the accountant.  The man’s assistant.

Yes, he knew it was extremely cliché, but hell, he didn’t actually match up the souls, he just guided them to each other.  If anyone was to blame, it was those three meddling sisters.  Fate really could be a bitch, times three.  Cupid spoke from personal experience.

Back to poor old Greg though, and after just a few hours of observation, Cupid had picked up on the problem.  Greg had no idea Trevor was gay, and Trevor didn’t think Greg was ready to date again.  Both were dead wrong.  So with a little persuasion of the magical kind, Cupid was able to implant the idea of them coming to this very night club at the same time.  This very gay night club where it was known for a great place to hook up. 

It was like his very own gay Disney movie.

His plan was simple, Greg would see Trevor here tonight and know he was gay, opening himself to the possibility of being with the other man for real, and not just in those oh-so-wicked fantasies.  Then Trevor would see Greg out and about, on the scene as it were.  The two would come together, more open with how they felt, a little more confident thanks to the extra help Cupid would give them, and then wham.  Job.  Done.

Cupid watched as his plan unfolded perfectly, the two men coming together.  Damn, he was good at this.  Greg and Trevor hesitated, so Cupid gave them a little nudge.  Rolling up his long sleeve, he revealed a tattoo only visible to other non-humans like himself.  An arrow ran from his shoulder, all the way to his wrist, the head of the arrow was shaped in a heart.  Most thought he worked with a bow and arrow, the whole set up.  Cupid laughed.  He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to carry a bulk like that around all the time.  And while a tattoo may be easy enough to mask, a bow set was a tad trickier.

Standing and lifting his arm, Cupid took aim at the hesitant Greg, and fired.  A burst of light, still unseen to the human eye, shot out and headed directly for Greg.  The moment the blast hit its target, Greg shivered, a sure, confident light glinting the man’s eyes.  Leaning forward, Greg planted his lips on an unsuspecting Trevor, who in turn kissed back with as much vigor as possible.  That first kiss almost made him swoon it was so powerful.

He was a romantic fool.  Pity his own love life was non-existent.

“A job well done,” he sighed, extremely satisfied.

A deep, masculine chuckle echoed behind him and Cupid froze.

No, please, no.

“Such a satisfied grin.  Do you think they’ll be as satisfied by the end of the night?”

Cupid tampered down the shiver of lust that ran ramped through his body at the word.  Satisfied.  Why did that have to sound so damn sexy coming from his unexpected guest?

Available February 11^th!