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Stupid Cupid
Stupid Cupid
Stupid Cupid
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Stupid Cupid

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Turning thirty is a depressing affair for Lincoln Belmonte. Thirty wouldn’t seem quite so bad if she wasn’t single, lonely, and a world away from her projected plans. She’d expected to have a husband and children at this point in her life. Instead, she spends her evenings in solitude.

Staring down at the burning candles on her birthday cake, Lincoln makes the wish to be able to tell off Cupid. She wants answers from the man who has caused her to be jilted in love time and time again. Feeling better after her silly wish, she puts it to the back of her mind.

The next morning, Lincoln wakes up in an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar bed. A little birthday magic saw it fit to bring her together with the man responsible for all of her problems. She is rewarded with the chance to take out her frustrations on Valentine’s holiday figurehead—Cupid. Only once she meets Valen, Lincoln can’t decide if she wants to give him a piece of her mind or seduce him.

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LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 13, 2013
ISBN9781771302739
Stupid Cupid
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Melissa Hosack

Melissa lives near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband, Jeremy, and her son, Marshall Frost. Her favorite genre to write is Paranormal Romance.Melissa attended London School of Journalism where she received her certificate in Novel Writing in 2011. She writes a monthly short story column titled Frequent Flyer for a government newsletter.

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    Stupid Cupid - Melissa Hosack

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2013 Melissa Hosack

    ISBN: 978-1-77130-273-9

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Natascha Jaffa

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    As always, I would like to thank my husband for all of the effort he puts into my writing. I suppose I should also thank my son, Marshall Frost, and his naptime for allowing me the opportunity to get some writing done.

    A BIG thank you goes out to all of my readers. I really appreciate the positive feedback given and the support shown by such a wonderful group. You are the people who make this so much fun! Keep reading!

    STUPID CUPID

    Melissa Hosack

    Copyright © 2013

    Prologue

    Happy birthday, dear Lincoln! Happy birthday to you!

    Lincoln Belmonte stared at the over-the-top birthday cake in front of her and tried to keep a smile plastered on her lips. The large burning 30 candle perched in the icing almost seemed to taunt her.

    Thirty. She was thirty and still single. When she’d graduated college at twenty-two with a degree in counseling, this wasn’t where she’d projected herself to be at thirty. She’d wanted a husband. She’d wanted children. She’d wanted a family. By thirty, she thought she would have two chubby, angelic toddlers running about her home. Instead, she lived alone in a tiny apartment even her dog wasn’t content with.

    Over the years, she’d watched all her friends get married, down to the very last one. A few of them even had children of their own while she was still stuck in the dating scene. Her best friend, Amy, told her to blame it on Cupid. He was the one responsible for making people fall in love…or out of it.

    Make a wish! Amy demanded joyfully from behind.

    Lincoln glared accusingly at the candles. I wish I could meet Cupid. I wish I could look him in the eyes and ask for an explanation. I want to know why I’ve been jilted time and time again in love. I want to know what I’ve done to deserve to be alone. With that depressing thought, she blew out the candles.

    Chapter One

    Lincoln gave a soft, tired moan as consciousness slowly leaked its way back into her. I hate birthdays, she mumbled groggily. Rolling to her side, she stretched out on her tiny, twin sized bed.

    Instead of her hand falling off the side like usual, it hit an expanse of soft sheets. Her eyes flew open in alarm and she bolted upright in bed. Before her was an unfamiliar room in which she sat in an unfamiliar bed.

    She gave a squeak of horror and clutched red satin sheets that didn’t belong to her against her chest. The last thing she remembered from the night before was climbing into bed, her own bed. How she’d ended up here was a mystery.

    A horrible thought occurred to her and she peeked under the blanket. Oh, thank goodness. She still had on her pajama set. At least she hadn’t done something extremely foolish and irrational. Her happiness lasted only a moment before she realized if she hadn’t come here of her own free will, that meant she’d been brought here unawares. She’d been kidnapped.

    A noise from somewhere outside the room drew her attention, and her eyes widened in alarm. Crap. She wasn’t alone.

    It gave her satisfaction knowing her kidnapper would be disappointed when he or she found out she wasn’t worth much. One look around told her the person who owned this place had way more money than she did. If they were looking for a decent ransom, they were about to be greatly dissatisfied.

    You picked the wrong girl to kidnap. Sliding out of bed, she fought the urge to climb back under the warm blankets. This bed was much more comfortable than hers, but alas, there was a kidnapper to deal with, and she wouldn’t be caught lounging in bed like a damsel in distress no matter how comfortable the sheets. She was here against her will despite how alluring the place was.

    Perusing the room, she calmly searched for an item that could be used as a weapon. Her eyes locked on a brass candle holder, and she quickly made her way over to it. Placing the candle to the side, she hefted the large holder into her hand. You’ll do.

    Holding her new weapon like a club, she marched

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