Cupid Dating Agency
Menage 1, Novella
Genre: Erotica (Paranormal Romance)
Publisher: Smart Heart Publishing
Date of Publication: February 12, 2012
Number of pages: 77
Word Count: 20k
Cover Artist: Pam Palmer
That Kerry’s birthday falls on the most romantic day of the year sucks. That she’s set up on a date with both an angel and a demon sucks worse. But she’s about to discover that being trapped between good and evil makes for one hell of a good time.
Mike and Cal, angel and demon, are reluctant business partners. To help them get along, Cupid sends a mediator called Kerry, but rather than working on a truce, the guys are soon locked in a different battle, this time over Kerry’s smoking curves.
Explicit sex scenes, DP, and strong language.
This is a quick yet entertaining story, with Kerry finding out that she will be mediating through the issues that are currently plaguing Mike's and Cal's business. She reluctantly agrees to be their mediator (either that or pay a hefty penalty). I've never been a part of a mediation, but I'm pretty sure they aren't conducted in the same way as it happened in this book.
The story takes place over a 24-hour period, so it does move fairly quickly, but I find myself wishing this was longer so that we could get more character development for Kerry, Mike and Cal.
ARC provided in exchange for an honest review.
Twenty-four hours. One big house and two hot men. No big deal.
I shrugged off Michael's jacket and stole a glimpse of his zipper region. If the rumors were true, those were no rolled up socks in there.
I sucked in air and handed him the jacket. "Thanks again."
He turned to find a coat hanger, while Cal took my arm to guide me into a hall.
We stopped at the threshold. Tall candles in holders provided the only illumination, shining light onto a thirty foot table.
That sure looked like a date to me.
Three sets of plates and silverware were already laid out at one end of the table, with bowls of steaming veg and meat in the center. Wow, the smell was fantastic. Like rich gravy and sweet carrots and home.
But then, I was starved. The only food I'd had all day were two bottles of wine, and some might argue that wine wasn't food at all.
"Guess we're overdressed, huh?" I pointed at the posh red wallpaper and high ceilings, the humongous fireplace in which a fire crackled, and the sumptuous chairs.
Cal glanced down at his black shirt, top buttons open, and his tight leather pants.
Crap. Another sock-like bulge.
"Maybe we should take our clothes off." He grinned. "There's no rule about having dessert first."
I sucked in a jagged breath, but rolled my eyes to overplay the rising dampness in my panties. "Please. You should have more control than that."
Michael stepped up and offered me his arm on my left.
I hooked in, perhaps clinging a little too tight, but he didn't complain.
In fact, he didn't seem like a complicated guy at all.
Callister was the drama queen in that pairing. I didn't have to glance over my shoulder to know his bottom lip was pushed out like a toddler's being denied its toy.
Except I wasn't his toy.
Why was it so difficult to keep a cool head? The sec I laid eyes on them, a switch inside me flicked. Some inexplicable compulsion drove me to stay by their sides.
Or more likely, good old-fashioned lust.
I may not have a type, but these two were definitely it.
About the Author:
Candace is a UK author who writes romance and erotica. Her first novella series, Cupid Dating Agency, is published by Smart Heart Publishing. When she’s not engrossed in writing, Candace enjoys traveling and sightseeing, and adding to her ever-growing shoe collection. http://candacelaville.com/