To celebrate Valentine’s Day, I’ve got a fun short story, Duping Cupid, available for sale today on Amazon and Kobo.
“Because sometimes, even Cupid needs a little help…”
Vivi Maxwell runs Cupid To Go, a unique dating service in New York. When wealthy client and former model, Ava Featherstone, seeks an escort for the winter season in Manhattan society, she sets her sights on Vivi’s best friend, Sebastian “Bass” Lawrence.
Vivi and Bass have both been burned in their love lives and have never considered their relationship more than platonic. But Ava’s sudden intrusion makes Bass realize he’s in love with his best friend, Vivi. Now, with Ava’s help, he’ll try to dupe Vivi into seeing that the man she’s been waiting for has stood beside her all along.
Want a sneak peek? Sure, happy to oblige!
Comfortable at last, Bass picked up the phone and dialed Vivi’s number. Once he heard her sleepy hello, all his frustrations drained away. “I wound up choking down a burger at some Irish pub tonight. Just me and a bunch of drunken guys who had nowhere else to go for Thanksgiving. How’d you do, food-wise?”
“I planned ahead.” He could hear her smile in her voice, and warmth embraced him. “Bought a turkey sandwich from 33 Gourmet for the ride home.”
“Ouch.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “That hurts, Vivi. I can’t believe you went to my favorite deli without me.”
She laughed. God, how he’d missed her laugh! Vivi laughed with her whole heart, unlike the women he’d been spending time with, who tittered and snickered but never dared to risk lines on their plastic faces.
“Seriously,” she said. “How are you?”
“Humbled,” he admitted. “How was the fam?”
“Yikes.” He understood what she didn’t say. Every year, her mother ran roughshod over, what she considered, Vivi’s failings. If Russ brought a fiancée with him this time around, Vivi had no backup from her mom’s stinging barbs. A flush of guilt warmed his cheeks. He should have been there with her.
“Her name is Scah-let,” she said with a thick southern accent. “Can you believe it? Like the character in Gone With the Wind, and just as prissy.”
He winced. “What’d your mother say?”
“Oh, she ate up the old antebellum charm with a sterling punch bowl.”
Her heavy sigh pierced his eardrum and his heart. Part of him wanted to tell her all she had to do was say the word and he’d slide the biggest diamond in Tiffany’s on her finger. Not for her mother’s benefit, but for his. So that even in Penn Station at rush hour, every other man would know this extraordinary woman was taken. The saner part of him realized he had to wait. If he told her how he felt right now, she’d either laugh at him or freak out. He didn’t want either of those reactions. Ava had better ideas—at least, she claimed to have better ideas. Who knew if the subterfuge would work?
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