Cupid’s Enchantment by Michelle M Pillow
Naughty Cupid Series Book 1
Paranormal Historical Romance
Contrary to popular belief, Cupid is not a cute little cherub. And he’ll take revenge on any who say differently. Just ask Ilar, Commander of the Lycaon guard…
Lady Rhiannon’s beauty is distracting suitors from her older sister and ruining her chances at marriage, so her father has her locked her away in a tower. Believing she is going crazy from the isolation, Rhiannon hears a frightful voice. The next thing she knows, she’s waken up in a strange forest pursued by mythical wolf men. And, worst of all, their leader is taking her home with him.
Ilar is irritated to discover an enchanted female—a human, their ancient hunters—disrupting his Lycan Guards. One sniff of this mortal’s enchantment and the men go insane, trying to kill each for her hand. Only in making her his lover can the spell be broken. Ilar has no choice but to claim the female for his own. But who knows what will happen when Cupid’s Enchantment is broken….
To all those who don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day–a Cupid you can love.
Cupid was livid. No, he was outraged. He was beyond furious.
Make fun of him, would he? Make the whole court at Lycaon think he was a joke–an incompetent clod that couldn’t make two pigs fall in love! Call him a fairy, would he? Call him a rosy-faced cherub? He accidentally hit a man instead of a goat with a love dart, causing one couple to fall in love four hundred years ago, and he got branded a matchmaker for life.
It was time for the jests to end! Cupid would show them what this squat little cherub could do. He’d have the last laugh. He’d prove to them that not only could he make the whole Lycaon court fall in love–he’d make them fall in love with the same woman!
Oh, and this was his favorite part! He’d not get just any woman. He’d bring one from the mortal realm–the ugliest woman he could find! See how the wolves liked panting after a human–their ancient hunters, the whole reason the realms of mortal and magic were separated in the first place.
His short legs pumped along the dusty abandoned path coming from his cave home. He angrily kicked at little daisies that dared to grow along the side, ruining the look of his taller weeds. He hated flowers! He hated lycans! And he most definitely hated to watch people fall in love!
Cupid paused in his tirade to look at the vial of bright pink philter in his gnarled troll hand. A wide grin spread over his thick, long lips, dipping under his oversized nose. His small black eyes lit with greedy pleasure. This potion was the old magic. No simple blow dart would do this time. Once he doused the mortal woman with this pheromone, the entire Lycan Guard would be brought howling to their knees.
He’d find a woman for them, all right. Then that overbearing Lord Ilar would never doubt his magic again!
© copyright February 2005, Michelle M. Pillow
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.