Thursday, January 23, 2014

A Cupid's Wager

My latest book A CUPID'S WAGER is a part of Dreamspinner Press's "A VALENTINE RAINBOW" anthology on February 13th.

On February first you can pick up the entire anthology HERE

Please enjoy this excerpt!

The name’s Lio, and I’m a cupid working for the Gay Division of the Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids. An Aztec god, whose modern name, Ethan, doesn't make him any less scary, just busted me shooting a closeted human with a gay lust arrow. I might find him sexy with all those tattoos and piercings, if I didn’t have a rule against getting it on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight Division. Now, to save my butt I'll have to strike a bargain with this tough god. But what I didn't see coming was my little wager not only risks my career, but places my broken heart completely in Ethan's hands.

“Buy you interrupted my mark, and now true love could be lost for that poor unsuspecting couple. You know how much work goes into a true love mark. What if we missed the only window for them?”
Grateful to get back on topic, I raised my hands in appeasement. “Calm down. I didn’t shoot him with a love
arrow. You already know I don’t have any. It was just a lust arrow.”
“A gay lust arrow.”
“If he’s straight, then my arrow won’t have any effect on him, now, will it?”
As one, we turned and looked toward the street. I didn’t have a clue where the girl had gone, but the two men were having a smoke, whispering far more intimately than average blokes on a cig break.
“Interesting.” I rose up on the balls of my feet, barely able to contain the gloat.
He narrowed his gaze suspiciously. “You knew that arrow would affect my target. How?”
Perceptive bastard.
Those hypnotic gray eyes lit up with understanding.“You have one, don’t you?”
Squirming, I said nothing. No need to bury myself any deeper.
Without warning, Ethan spun me around and bent me over the ledge, booting my feet apart. A shot of heat went up my back then straight to my groin when he started frisking me. Though he had more power than me in spades, my magic didn’t surge with the instinct to protect me. Instead, an aura of tenderness and desire inundated me, warming me physically.
“If you wanted to sample the goods, all you had to do was ask,” I said slyly, waving my ass in offering.
He growled and the patting got a little more aggressive.
Ethan hailed from a warrior culture—a violent, blood-drinking, human-sacrificing culture—and the rumors about him left one imagining if you pissed him off, he might kill you slowly just for fun. But I knew, deep in my guts, there was not an ounce of cruelty in this god. Though, for a second, I did think he might paddle my ass.
No such luck, however.
I shifted so my nuts brushed those large, questing hands as they quickly slid up my inner thigh. Unfortunately,
they didn’t linger. He ran the flats of his palms smoothly up my legs to my hips, the tips of his fingers brushing over a ticklish spot and making me wriggle. Then they slid forward and into the front pockets of my jeans.
“A little lower and to the left, please.” If he cared to notice, I already sported a decent semi.
Jeesh, get a grip, Lio! You’re about to be busted, and all you can think about is sex!
With a grunt, Ethan pushed me roughly away when he found what I had in my pocket.
Regaining my footing, I turned to meet his eyes with a cocky grin. I would be damned if I cowered.
“A gaydar?” he said in shock, holding up a small black object. To the casual observer, it looked like a touch-screen cell phone. But to a trained cupid, the device was easily recognizable.
And highly illegal.

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