Therin Athan faces a choice…eternal salvation or eternal damnation.
After centuries of pining away for a love never realized, Therin’s last assignment as a Cupid depends on helping the lonely, shy Lucy Carlton. The mission’s success or failure will determine where he is transferred. He can study the heavens or be condemned to hell.
Lucy Carlton spent her life searching the stars for answers, but finds them in the form of a gorgeous man who comes in her dreams. Therin shows her the joys of physical pleasure and encourages her to try to find love. She wakes with a new found confidence, but soon her timid nature takes over and she retreats back to the comfort of her home…alone.
With only a week to decide his fate, Therin breaks every rule. What starts as a job to save himself, becomes a love that can never be…except maybe in eternity.
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“Why stars?” He retrieved the bottle and poured her some more, staying quiet hoping she would continue to reveal bits of herself.
“Stars are endless, they are sort of like looking at hope.”
He stared at her profile.
She let out another laugh, this one heartier than the first. “Right there.” She motioned up at the night sky.
“Where?” He leaned over.
“Right there.” She put out her finger and leaned toward him as if to show him her perspective.
He moved the basket to the side and slid over, sighing when he finally focused on what she pointed out. “Pisces.” The two fish represented Aphrodite and Eros. A few wisps of her hair tickled his face but he didn’t move them away.
“Is she your mother? Are the stories true?”
“Nothing is ever exactly as it seems.” He repeated his words from earlier, but appreciated the way she was fluent not only in the stars but the mythology. “Just like Pegasus, there is more than one Cupid. He was the just the most famous.”
“Are you a God?” She kept her eyes on the night sky.
“I am what they call an immortal. I work for the Gods.” He lowered his voice as to not scare her.
She finished off her wine. “Why is this your last assignment? Did I break you or something?”
He put his hand over hers. “I was broken way before you were even born.”
“What broke you?”
“Every being has wants and needs.” He paused. “Sometimes when they go unfulfilled it’s hard to keep going.”
She looked at her lap. “What happens after you deal with me?”
“It depends on how successful I am.” He balled his other hand in a fist. This was not something to put on a human.
“Do you mean how successful I am?”
From one day in her apartment he knew she was not only intelligent, but also insightful. “Something like that.”
“What happens if I don’t end up with him?” She stared into the empty glass.
“There are things only Gods know. I need to guide you.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to think of you down in Hades.”
He almost smiled. “Something like that.”
“Must be frightening for you,” she whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“If you are immortal then you are never really know how or when it will end.” She turned her hand over. “Infinite can be as terrifying as finite.”
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Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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