It’s true. I’m Cupid. You know the God of Love.

Humans love to portray me as the cute baby angel flying around shooting arrows at those looking for love. They couldn’t be more wrong. I’m not cute. I don’t wear a diaper. And, I’ve never been big on shooting things. I am forced to hide my gorgeous wings under stuffy, business suits while following my grouchy bosses' commands. When the Fates give me orders, I arrange for soulmates to meet. What fun would it be if I didn’t throw a few curveballs at the happy couples?

Business is great, and life is good. I have a perfect track record joining true loves, and I love to celebrate my success. Until I screw up royally. I mean, it all ends up working out in the end, but my grouchy bosses aren’t satisfied. The Fates turn on me, and now, I’m the one in the love hot seat.

I never expected love and passion to affect me but one look at her, and I’m blown away. My eternal bosses make sure I can’t fight my feelings. One look at the curvy little cougar, and I’m done. Caught. There’s only one problem; my intended mate doesn’t want anything to do with me. I guess the Fates had one more little surprise in store for me. That’s okay, I’ll do whatever it takes to make my uninterested mate mine.

Look out, whiskers, the God of Love has you in his sights, and he won’t take no for an answer.