Who doesn't love a Christmas romance? And one with a reindeer shapeshifter, no less! Let's let Lucy Felthouse fill us in...
Out Now! Cupid by
Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985 @evernightpub) #holiday #christmas #erotica
#romance #shifter #paranormal #pnr
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?
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Read on for an 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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