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Cupid, Inc.

CUPID, INC. includes four novellas: The Accountant & The Virgin, The Stars in Her Eyes, One Mile Up ... A Little to the Left, The Spy Who Rubbed Me

Excerpt from the Prologue

“I don’t believe it!” Aphrodite glittered into solid form and threw out her arms, nearly thwacking her companion, Grace. The Goddess spun in a circle, her hands flying within inches of the young girl’s porcelain-pale face, and apprised the lushly appointed lobby of Cupid, Inc.

“Good morning, Aphrodite. Grace.” Psyche leaned against the receptionist’s desk, her gaze drawn to the slender form dressed in the typical gauzy blue gown. Which Grace was it this time? All three looked and acted the same and if she hadn’t seen them together, she’d think there was only one. Aphrodite usually had a single Grace in tow unless she felt the need for an entourage.

“A lobby … with-with chairs and chrome lighting and magazines,” Aphrodite said, infuriated. “Is that a clipboard and a pen? Paperwork? To create love between mortals?” She turned and gestured wildly. Grace retreated a few steps to avoid the flailing hands and the sharp ends of manicured fingernails. “What’s next? Dating shows on that terrible invention, television?”

“If you watched TV, you’d know there are at least a dozen reality dating shows.”

Aphrodite sucked in a fortifying breath and placed a hand at her throat. “What is happening to the world? In the old days, all you needed were a couple hundred young people, a roaring bonfire, Dionysus’s vintage wine, and-boom!-orgies galore and love matches without cameras recording every move.”

“Hey Di Di.” A dangerously thin woman slinked to the open-mouthed Goddess, a twig-like arm raised in greeting. Her hair and eyes were purple and she sported a diamond-pierced nose. She wore a silver halter-top, a skirt made of purple feathers, and silver thigh-high boots. “Last time you saw me, I looked like this.” She crooked her limbs and struck a pose. The sheaf of papers in her left hand fluttered.

“Daphne?” Aphrodite’s expression changed from amazement to shock. Her gaze landed on Psyche. “You hired a tree!”

“A nymph,” corrected Psyche, even though she knew her mother-in-law intended to insult Daphne. She resisted the urge to point out that one of Aphrodite’s rumored origins was the union of Dione, a nymph, and Zeus. “She gave up the tree gig to work for us.”

Daphne assessed the Goddess’s mottled face. “Told you she’d be thrilled.” She hip-bumped Grace. “What’s shaking, doll?”

“Here are the applications, boss. Let the love games begin.” Daphne handed Psyche the thick packet of forms.

“This is outrageous. You’ve opened a-a … business.” Aphrodite pointed a slim bejeweled finger at Psyche. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“No, Mom. It was our idea.” Eros appeared in the doorway that led into the conference room, looking yummy in his black jeans and black Polo shirt. He wore black high tops, which made him extra cute. “Spreading love in this day and age has been more challenging than in any other time. We needed to try something new.”

“What’s wrong with the old-fashioned way? Strike these nincompoops with your arrows!”

“My arms get sore,” he lied with a grin.

Excerpt from
The Accountant & The Virgin

Nic watched Sara round the desk until she stood in front of him. Then she loosened the trench coat’s belt and pushed the material off her shoulders. His heart stuttered to a halt. Other than the heels, she wasn’t wearing anything. Not a damned thing. She was all lush curves and full breasts and smooth skin. Her shy smile belied the woman’s body beckoning for his touch. Then she dropped to her knees and reach for his pants.

“Whoa.” He scooted out of her reach. “What’s going on?”

“You said you wanted me to take shorthand.”

“Oh.” He had warned Psyche about including him in any sex-fantasy schemes. He wanted the Cupid, Inc. account badly enough to go through with their tests and surveys and updates. But to send one of their clients … wait a minute. Wait just a damned minute. Psyche was an astute businesswoman; she wouldn’t jeopardize a professional relationship.

He felt hands unzip his khakis and reach through the hole in his boxer shorts; the sweet, hesitant pressure of a woman’s fingers around his cock fogged his brain. Then a warm mouth covered him, a tongue swirling around his length.

“Uh … w-wait.” He contradicted his words by adjusting his position in the chair so she could take more of his penis into her mouth. She was inexperienced, but eager. And those cherry lips made him hot and hard. He clutched the chair’s arms and nearly ripped holes in the fabric. “Sara. Wait.” He grasped her head and tugged her away. She looked up at him, her eyes luminous with tears.

“I’m not doing it right, am I? God, I knew this was mistake.” She grabbed the coat from the floor and stood, shoving her arms into the trench coat. “I suck at this … no, I don’t. That’s the problem.”

Her mouth rounded into an O and her cheeks flushed red. “N-no.”

“Do you want to?”

“I-uh-maybe. Probably. Yes.”

“Good.” Nic rose and tugged at the coat; she allowed him to remove it. “Let me go to the restroom then we’ll start over.”

The minute he entered his private bathroom, he grabbed his cell phone from his jacket pocket and dialed the number of Cupid, Inc. “Psyche. Now.” The receptionist didn’t ask for a name; his tone probably told her enough about his intent.

“Psyche,” purred a sexy voice. “How may I fulfill your fantasy?”

“The question is, whose fantasy am I fulfilling?”

“Nic! I’m so glad you called. There’s a young woman-”

“She just gave me a blow job, Psyche. I think I know why she’s here.”