Release
Date: December 2012
Blurb:
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?
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 100 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. Join
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