Stupid Cupid

By Miriam Newman

When the son of Zeus and Aphrodite bumbles into a meadow south of Killarney, he is met by a band of indignant faeries outraged by his target practice. Soon, however, all the supernatural creatures are overshadowed by an estranged couple intent on fisticuffs! Can Cupid effect a reconciliation between the humans? Or is just a wee bit of intervention by the Fae in order?

• Language: English
• Publisher: DCL Publications
• Release date: Apr 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781921347870

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Stupid Cupid

By

Miriam Newman

DCL Publications, LLC

www.thedarkcastlelords.com

© 2009 by Miriam Newman

All rights reserved

First Edition February 2009

DCL Publications

36 Monash Street

Melton South

Victoria

Australia

3338

www.thedarkcastlelords.com

ISBN 978-1-921347-87-0

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

PUBLISHED IN AUSTRALIA

National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication entry

Author: Newman, Miriam.

Title: Stupid cupid / Miriam Newman. Edition: 1st ed.

ISBN: 9781921347870

Dewey Number: 813.6

Alarm clocks were the cruelest of inventions. He would have preferred being stretched on the rack, Liam thought, rolling over with a heartfelt groan. Chinese water torture. Bamboo slivers under his nails. Getting up this morning was going to be the emotional equivalent. When he finally could stand it no longer, he silenced the God-awful bleep-bleep-bleep. Then he just lay there, unwilling to face the day.

There was no smell of coffee in the house. No scent of his wife lingering on her pillow: a combination of roses, lavender and woman. His woman. Well, divorce in Ireland was damnably hard to get. She was still his.

Groaning again, he finally rolled out of bed and nearly onto the rotund body of Sheila, his hound snoozing belly-up at the bottom. She snapped her teeth lazily into the air in a greeting, half good morning, the other half don’t-squash-me-please.

Time to hit it, old girl, he informed her. We’ve got a busy day ahead.

It didn’t start well. There was no coffee, the fridge was bare, and every dish and nearly every pan was sitting in the sink. There was a dishwasher, but he wasn’t sure how to use it and unloading it was a chore he dreaded. Still, he would have to try. The dishcloth smelled like old socks, lacking Alice to soak it in its customary bath of dish soap and Clorox.

He wondered if his friend Mal’s wife could get him a cleaning lady. Shawna had run a cleaning service back in America. She would know what he needed. Liam added it to the chore list and also the list of expenses, both rapidly growing longer. Alice’s absence was costing him in more ways than one.

Well, he would meet his wife at McGill’s for tea. He couldn’t face