Something Loverly - Love Potion # 9: Something Series, #4

By S.D. Anderson

The Heavenly Herald and Witching Times lists this book as "A Must Read".

Something Loverly – Love Potion # 9, Book Four in the Something Series, the story continues.

The Angelic Kingdom needs more LOVE.  Cupid devises a PERFECT PLAN to change that. With the help of his Merry Men and Merry Maidens and Archangel Gabriel (oh, no, not him) the plan will work. He even has the PERFECT ARROWS (Love Potion # 9) to see that it happens. EXCEPT --- ONE OF THE ARROWS GOES ASTRAY.

Heaven will never be the same!

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.D.Anderson
• Release date: Aug 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393342380

S.D. Anderson

Sharon D. Anderson, Ph.D., R.M.T., is an Indie Author/Publisher, dedicated to her craft for more than 30 years. Writing in her genre, Visionary Fiction and Non-Fiction, all of her books, websites and blogs merge a far-seeing perspective of New Age and Ancient Wisdom.  She is the founder of the Cape Cod Writers' Studio where she teaches professional self-publishing and supports writers and students on their paths to publishing in this digital age. She is a permanent resident of her beloved Cape Cod.

Book preview

Chapter One

The sky was a flawless azure blue. Several cumulus clouds were drifting lazily across the endless horizon of the Angelic Kingdom. All was quiet and serene this blissful morning. The commuter traffic was moving gently towards their pre-set destinations, synchronized with the silver-and-blue-striped digital traffic control systems posted on each corner and over the many intersections of the Heavenly Highway.

Officers in robes of varying shades of blue ran these systems throughout the Kingdom.

These pre-set systems were faultless in operation so most of the officers were leaning lazily on their corners or standing on their intersection pedestals dreaming of break time. Then they could fly to the local Dream and Dunk Cafe for their morning Coconut Creme Lattes, Candy Cane Cappuccinos, or Mildly Mocha Macchiatos. Of course, while they were there, they might indulge in some Blissful Breakfast Bagels or a Delectable Drizzled Dunkie or a  Royal Raspberry Jelly Stick. The possibilities were endless. Unfortunately, their break-time was not, so they dreamed and envisioned instead.

The officers rarely had to use their warning whistles and were scrupulously careful to tuck their Halos under their hats to keep their hats in place. Their outfits  were kept immaculate, as they were required to have them groomed at the Wings and Window Wash weekly. Each officer had a certain-color robe according to rank and position, from pastel blue for the rookies, or newest recruits, to the deep royal blue for the more seasoned members of the force. They all wore a badge of honor on their sleeve, depicting his or her earthy accomplishments and outstanding virtuous deeds which brought them here to the Angelic Kingdom.

Such a peaceful scene. To onlookers, it is a view of Heaven as it should be. There is another scene, angelic in its source, that is certainly not in any way as calm and tranquil as the one we have been watching.

This scenario is taking place within the walls of Corporate Headquarters of Archangels, Inc., in the office of Archangel Michael, (A. M. for short), who handles everything that happens in the Angelic Kingdom. As his position requires, he has frequent conference calls with GOD. The one this morning was not good. In fact, it was downright embarrassing.

A. M. slammed the button to end the call after he had calmly and graciously uttered his profuse apologies, his voice being in complete control until then.

‘ROSEMARY! ROSEMARY!" he bellowed through the interoffice widgie, although she would have heard him from any place in the building even in the ladies’ Loo. 

Trying to stay calm and not allow these outbursts to affect her, Rosemary Remberton, Receptionist Extraordinaire, swallowed the urge to scream back at him. She repeated her beloved mantra:

I love my job, I love my job, I love my job

ten times, flipped the button on the widgie and replied calmly,

Sir, you beeped?

YES, OF COURSE I BEEPED! WHERE IS CUPID?

Last heard, he was on the firing range practicing with his new bow.

I WANT TO SEE HIM, NOW! he bellowed even louder if that was possible.

Sir, remember your temper! She cautioned him for the thirteenth time today and said as calmly as she was able. I will send him to you as soon as he arrives.

For the second time she beeped through the inter-communication widgie to the outside grounds and spoke,

Would Cupid please come to the head office at once?

When that muffled reply finally came again, she clicked off.  ‘He could be anywhere,’ she thought, ‘this is a huge kingdom.’

Rosemary liked her work, but some days were not pleasant. Actually, she amended thoughtfully, most days were not pleasant lately. Even though she had a secret admiration for A. M., occasionally she allowed herself to dream of a possible ‘friendship’ with him. She had fantasized this many times in the past few months, but today was not that day.

Sorting through the letters on her desk, she placed adverts in the wastebasket, personal letters in a separate file, bills in a pile for accounting, and invoices in another for A. M.to approve for payment before sending on to bookkeeping.

She looked at the last invoice in her hand and nearly choked. Cupid had ordered some new arrows to pair up with his new bow, which had been approved last month. Ordering arrows was nothing unusual, Cupid did it frequently, although the amount on this order was more than normal. This isn’t a good thing, especially on a day like today, she muttered under her breath. She buried the invoice on the bottom of the pile and gathered them neatly to place on A. M.’s desk.

Rosemary knocked softly, opened the huge door, and slipped through into his office.

Your mail, Sir, she said almost in a whisper. 

A. M. was sitting in his enormous chair with his back to her, his huge wings tucked neatly behind him. His Halo was glowing a soft gold as he watched the clouds float slowly by through the window 

Thanks, he muttered absently and turned around to look through the pile. His eyes came upon the last one, and Rosemary saw the blazing color begin to rise from the neckline of his collarless Royal Blue Robe up over his chin, lips, cheeks, then on to his forehead. He stood up, slammed his fist down onto the thick top of his beautifully inlaid mahogany desk, and SHOUTED, *&^%$#@!, shaking the windows, causing the pictures of the twelve archangels hung around the room to hang at precarious positions.

Rosemary made a note to have maintenance come to rehang and secure each of the pictures on her ever-present steno APad.

WHERE IS HE? he shouted again.

He was at the archery range on the other side of the Kingdom. He’s on his way. Rosemary assured A. M. in her calm melodious voice while inwardly repeating her mantra again silently ten times.

I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.

Angelic Kingdom

The Angelic Archery Field

A few minutes later

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Chapter Two

Cupid received the command from A. M. through several worried angels, who were devoted to him. A Heavenly Directive like this was not to be delayed or ignored. Thinking about it set the little angels pulses racing. They hurriedly called Cupid in from the practice range and helped him gather his arrows. To face A. M.’s wrath was unthinkable for any of the Angels in the Kingdom.

Poor Cupid, they commiserated, standing together in a little group, their tiny practice bows dangling by their sides, their wings glistening in the sunlight, Halos bobbing cheerfully.

I wonder what he’s done, now? One of the Angels spoke softly, and the other Angels nodded with concern.

Cupid gathered his new, sleek silver arrows and dropped them point first into his quiver. He adjusted his ‘diaper’ which was the ancient mode of dress for his Angelic culture. He struggled into the voluminous white robe (required), which engulfed his short body, dangling down over his hands and toes. He folded up the sleeves so that his hands were free and waved a brief farewell to his students.

He slung his quiver of arrows over his shoulder, hiked up the long gown, anchored his Halo tightly, and took off heading towards the Corporate Offices of Archangels, Inc. His mind was racing ahead, wondering why he was being summoned in the first place. It would be a long easy flight, so he had lots of time to think. What had he done now? His new bow had been approved last month. He had ordered new arrows to use with it, after all, he reasoned, he couldn’t very well use old arrows with his beautiful new bow, could he? Besides, he continued reasoning, they wouldn’t fit, and he had lots of work to do. His new plan was faultless (he thought), even old A. M. would approve. Who wouldn’t?

He hummed happily to himself as he zoomed through the layers of cumulus clouds and down into the lighter layer of cirrus vapors. He did a few loop-de-loops, smiling to himself. His plan was perfect.

The Offices of Archangels, Inc. loomed ahead, and Cupid reduced his speed, floating down softly to land on the front steps of the huge edifice.

Breathing in deeply, he smoothed down his gown, unfolded the sleeves which now hung over his hands, checked that his Halo was upright and in place, adjusted his quiver, and smoothed his wings, first on one side, then the other. He was ready.

Summoning his courage with several deep breaths and his little mantra,

I love my plan, I love my plan, I love my plan,

he felt his whole body relax. After all, he reasoned, I have been here several times before (which I chose not to remember in too much detail) so there’s no reason to falter now.

I have a new purpose now, one which A. M. would most certainly approve, even praise me for thinking of it. This Perfect Plan will help all the Angels in Heaven, and all of Humankind.

He took another deep breath, reached up and rang the bell. 

Archangel Headquarters

Office of A. M.

A few minutes later

Chapter Three

Rosemary watched as Cupid was ushered into her office from reception. He was small, much smaller than she remembered, but that may have been because of that oversized robe he was wearing.

She smiled at the cherubic face and was rewarded with a teeth clenched grimace which was all he was probably capable of right now. He was nervous, poor Angel, she could feel the energy around him, and she tried to think of something to say to make him feel less worried. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a candy cane and handed it to him. He leaned over the desk and accepted it gratefully, his features becoming calm.

He doesn’t know you are here, yet, so you can take a few minutes to try and relax.

Thank you, Cupid tried to smile a little more, the grimace softening into a tight-lipped stretch. Do you know why I was called to see him? he managed to get out between those clenched jaws.

One of the reasons could be the invoice for the arrows, Rosemary suggested, and the other might have something to do with the conference call he had earlier today with you-know-who."

Oh dear, was all he could say, the candy cane clenched so tightly in his fist it broke into three pieces.

ROSEMARY! came the voice over the inter-office widgie, IS HE HERE YET?

The walls shook just a little and the pictures wobbled into a more angular position. ‘If I don’t get them re-anchored, they will crash.’ Rosemary made a mental note to contact maintenance again as soon as poor Cupid was in A. M.’s office.

Yes, Sir, he has just arrived, she responded back over the widgie. Why did she have the feeling that she was sending the lamb into the lion’s den?, She looked at Cupid apologetically.

He is ready to see you now. Smiling at the little defenseless Angel, she stood, came around her desk, and nodded for Cupid to follow her after first rescuing the crushed candy cane from his fist. He looked up at her gratefully, swallowed two or three gulps, his Adams apple bouncing up and down, nodded and trailed reluctantly behind her. 

The office was much larger than Cupid had remembered, the paneled walls tall and forbidding, the vast windows looked out over the cloudless sky from the top of the cloud mountain where the offices were situated.

I‘m not afraid, I love my plan, I’m not afraid, I love my plan.

He repeated the mantra under his breath as he walked up to stand in front of A. M., the desk dwarfing him in size. He had to stand on tip-toe to look up at the Archangel over the edge of it. 

Cupid’s little tummy began to rumble quietly, and he hoped A. M. and Rosemary couldn’t hear. There was no time for lunch before leaving the archery field, as his intent was to get here as soon as possible. He secretly hoped this interview wouldn’t last too long.

CUPID! A. M. bellowed, shaking the windows, and jiggling the pictures even more, jarring Cupid out of his thoughts.

Sir? he responded, You wanted to see me?

YES, I WANTED TO SEE YOU, he yelled, his wings starting to open, and his Halo blazing golden fire.

Sir? Cupid started to ask a question, but thought he better not, and remained silent.

CAN YOU EXPLAIN THIS INVOICE? A. M.  waved several sheets of paper above Cupid’s face and dropped it down on the desk in front of the little Angel.

Certainly, Sir. May I read the document?

A. M. nodded, and Cupid reached up to pull the sheets of paper down so that he could understand what A. M. was talking – no – he amended, yelling about. He perused each sheet of paper carefully, nodded at A. M. and placed the documents back on the desk.

WELL?

Yes, Sir, that is the invoice for the arrows I ordered on-line for my new bow.

FOUR THOUSAND, FOUR HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR ARROWS? A. M. screamed, his