[You'd think a book entitled Cupid would be a Valentine's story, right? Well, you're wrong! Enjoy this sneak peek from Lucy Felthouse's latest, a paranormal holiday fantasy! ~ Lisabet]
Blurb
As
a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very
special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries.
He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him
something more exciting than bills and junk mail.
One
cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives
with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius
doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful
female courier.
Has
Cupid finally met his match?
Excerpt
Cassius
Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit,
I’m going to be late! was his first thought.
Milliseconds
later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday.
Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented
sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be
utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his
sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.
He
knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock,
which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his
profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to
spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God
knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from
the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some
chilling out.
He
enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas
period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and
presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear
thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the
weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of
mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the
beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And
that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for
just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other
364 put together.
Cassius—or
Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but
most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal
Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had
the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful
steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents
to excited children the world over.
Therefore,
it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat,
sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All
he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out
hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t
delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something
through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and
junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.
He
lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying
there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to
equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as
active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his
glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to
his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately
glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked
out to have installed the previous year.
The
outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was
mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels.
The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag
up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either
hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly
slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across.
God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief,
nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively
unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to
scramble back to his feet and carry on.
The
eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and
Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a
cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and
watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the
road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over
the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over
the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface
resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill,
it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even
going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to
the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an
almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a
big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the
junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.
As
the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman.
That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to
one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came
to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen
some survey containing statistics that proved it.
Author
Bio
Lucy
Felthouse
is
a
very
busy
woman!
She
writes
erotica
and
erotic
romance
in
a
variety
of
subgenres
and
pairings,
and
has
over
140
publications
to
her
name,
with
many
more
in
the
pipeline.
These
include
several
editions
of
Best
Bondage
Erotica,
Best
Women's
Erotica
2013
and
Best
Erotic
Romance
2014.
Another
string
to
her
bow
is
editing,
and
she
has
edited
and
co-edited
a
number
of
anthologies,
and
also
edits
for
a
small
publishing
house.
She
owns
Erotica
For
All,
is
book
editor
for
Cliterati,
and
is
one
eighth
of
The
Brit
Babes.
Find
out
more
at
http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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