Broken Valentine by Cynthia Sax

Broken Valentine


by Cynthia Sax

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-504-4

Genre(s): Urban Fantasy

Theme(s): Valentine's Day, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Length: Hot Flash
 
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Blurb:
Sometimes to get what you need, you have to break all the rules.

Cupids are the Fey world's mercenaries. These elite archers are assigned targets by love Fairies. Cupids then shoot the unsuspecting humans with love arrows. They don't question their assignments. They don't deviate from their targets. They complete their jobs and collect their pay.

Until one Cupid changes everything.

The top Cupid, Garvin, is fed up with easy assignments. He wants a challenge. After one random shooting spree, the scarred warrior gets what he wants. An angry and sinfully sexy love Fairy is given the task of supervising the bad boy archer. She will soon discover that breaking the rules is contagious.

Excerpt:
Broken Valentine


Cynthia Sax

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Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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"Which one of you asswipes paired a professional assassin up with a Sunday school teacher?" Val's irate voice carried over the murmur of the happy hour crowd. Garvin's bow wielding brothers-in-arms swiveled on their barstools to face the angry love Fairy.

Garvin didn't move, refusing to acknowledge her presence. He stared stubbornly into his glass of whiskey, well aware that ignoring Val would piss her off even more. Her cheeks would flush with passion. Her pink eyes would sparkle. That lush mouth of hers would flap. Only an encounter with his Val could pierce this damn eternal boredom.

He heard the tap, tap, tap of stilettos on the hardwood. "It was you, wasn't it?" Her rose blossom scent swirled around them. Garvin inhaled, taking that piece of her deep within him.

She knew he was the guilty archer. He was the best, he was the baddest, and he had demanded exclusive rights to all of Val's assignments. No other Cupid would mess with that claim. "Move," he growled at the winged man sitting on the barstool next to him. The seat squeaked as Brown hustled to do his bidding. "Val." He slapped the warm vinyl circle.

Her full mouth pressed into a thin white line. "If you think I'm going to --" The words stopped as he scooped her up and plopped her down on the barstool. She weighed nothing -- his gaze lingered over her heaving chest -- yet that nothing was distributed nicely. She had big breasts, a narrow waist, and shapely hips. Her short, full skirt showed off her curvy legs. "Stop that." She batted his lingering hands away. Her pink ponytail bobbed with her struggle. "This is no time for games. You're in big trouble, Gar."

She was right. He was in big trouble, but that wasn't a new development. He'd been in big trouble since the first day they'd met. The introductions hadn't even been made before he'd kissed her -- a possessive, branding kiss declaring to the world she was his. When he was done with that inappropriate-for-work display, she had slapped him, equally as hard.

His fascination with her had intensified to the point that one sniff of her scent made his fingers twitch and his cock harden. "I asked you for challenging assignments." She hadn't taken him seriously, laughing at his request. He gulped a mouthful of the whiskey, relishing the burn.

"I worked for five months finding the perfect man for Marcie, five months." Her small fists pounded the bar top, making glasses jump. "You destroyed all that with one missed shot."

"One missed shot?" He glowered at her. "I don't miss, Fairy." He was the best. Didn't she know that?

"You..." Her mouth dropped open. He longed to kiss those lips shut. "You bastard." She burst into motion, flailing her arms like windmills, pounding his shoulder. "You did this on purpose." A flower blossom had more power than she did. "You... ouch."

"Damn it." He captured her wrist. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't allow her retreat. "Let me see." Her hands were red and raw. Garvin wanted to howl with outrage. "You little fool." He brushed his lips across them, trying to soothe her pain. "You hurt yourself." He kissed each pink fingertip. He explored her hand with his mouth, tracing every crease in her palm. He could nibble on her forever. She was so delectably soft.

She stared at him with wide eyes. "Gar, you're such an ass." She made her insult sound like an endearment. "You drive me absolutely crazy."

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