Crimson Moon Hideaway: Cupid's Billionaire: Crimson Moon Hideaway

By Robbie Cox and Crimson Moon Hideaway

A billionaire wizard, a jilted librarian, and a meddlesome cupid – it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but really, it's their second chance at finding true love.

Broken-hearted billionaire Chance Holden just wants to escape the pain of being dumped right before his wedding – and then he walks smack dab into a Matchmaker's Expo for cupids.

Chance merely wants to put his broken relationship behind him, so he plans a quick trip to Crimson Moon Hideaway for a quiet escape. However, a petite librarian, Lizbeth Gilmore, struggling with her own broken heart catches his attention by refusing to give up on love, and Chance quickly tosses thoughts of being alone out of his mind.

Surrounded by the beautiful redwoods and the woman who had made him laugh once more, giving him hope that true love might exist after all, Chance is ready to give it one more shot – and then he comes face-to-face with the cupid who screwed up his first relationship.

Faced with the prospect that perhaps love is out of his control, Chance must make a choice: surrender to the cupid's plans for his life or return to Charleston alone – and lonely.

Cupid's Billionaire is a paranormal, second chance romance with all the feels, so make your reservation today!

And then check out my other Crimson Moon Hideaway books:
Book 1 – Muse Unleashed
Book 2 – Whimsical Seduction
Book 3 – A Ghostly Affair 

And don't forget the world that started it all – Black Hollow:
It's the Little Things
To Trick the Devil
April's Fool
Blood Shadows
Slumber's Destiny

• Language: English
• Publisher: Celtic Hearts Press
• Release date: Feb 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201571993

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Crimson Moon Hideaway

Cupid’s Billionaire

By Robbie Cox

Crimson Moon Hideaway: Cupid’s Billionaire

By Robbie Cox

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To Pickle, who always believes in love.

CHAPTER ONE

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OH, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Chance Holden stared at the banner that hung from the front entrance announcing The Matchmaker Expo as a trio of cupids pranced their way into the entrance of Crimson Moon Hideaway. So much for getting away from all the asinine Valentine's bullshit. He sighed as he gripped the handle of his suitcase harder. This was the last thing he wanted. To be surrounded by love’s arrows and the pain in the asses who fired them. It almost tempted him to throw his bag back in his car and get the hell out of there. Valentine’s Day was over. They should outlaw an event like this.

Can I help you? a young man’s voice came from off to the side.

Turning, Chance noticed a young bellhop walking briskly toward him, his short blond hair bouncing on top of his head and a gigantic, disgustingly genuine smile on his face. Excuse me? Chance asked, his brows furrowed.

Can I help you with your luggage? the young man repeated as he reached Chance, pushing his luggage cart closer to the trunk of Chance’s Mercedes. And welcome to Crimson Moon Hideaway, by the way. You picked a great week to be here. The cupids are holding a major conference. The man laughed as he shook his head. I’m sure there will be plenty of zaniness because of them. From what I’ve heard, they like to get a little rowdy.

Chance glanced back at the banner. Great. Just what I wanted. Zaniness.

The bellhop chuckled, obviously misreading the intention behind Chance’s words. Who doesn’t, right? He gave a quick jerk to the side of his head, chuckling even more. It’s never boring at Crimson Moon. Now, how many bags are we checking in?

Chance glanced over at the younger man, both of them about the same height, so he could look the kid in the eyes without glancing up or down. Reaching out with his senses, he could smell the gorilla hiding within the kid. A funny choice for a bellhop. He held up the small bag he carried, making sure the young man saw it. This is all I brought, and I am quite capable of carrying it myself, I assure you. There may be snow on the roof, but I guarantee the supports are strong enough. He pressed his lips into a thin line and gave the kid a curt nod. Thanks, though. I’m sure someone else could use your assistance.

The kid arched an eyebrow at him. Only one bag? he asked, totally ignoring Chance’s condescending tone and comments, which only made Chance sigh at the wasted effort. Not staying long or, um, planning on not wearing clothes often while you’re here? I have known people to stay in their bathing suits the entire time they were here. He then glanced back at the car as if looking for someone. Maybe you’re on a honeymoon or something?

Chance rolled his eyes as he shook his head. Nope, he said as he started toward the entrance. Nothing like a honeymoon. Actually, I’m hoping to enjoy a weekend extremely different from anything even remotely resembling a honeymoon. He tossed his keys over his shoulder at the kid. Do have the valet tend to my car.

He stepped out of the chill air and into the artificially heated interior of the resort, pausing long enough to glance around and absorb his surroundings. Not that he saw himself making use of the amenities now that he knew the little buggers would be flitting about with their bows and quivers full of arrows to ruin people’s lives. No, they already had their shot with him, and Chance refused to give them another one. At least love had its shot. He wasn’t necessarily sure he could blame his failed relationship on a cupid, but since they were the ones said to be responsible for these sorts of things, he had no problem accusing them of ruining his life.

Gripping the handle of his bag tighter in a feeble attempt to settle his irritation, he glanced around the resort, anyway. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the walls appeared to be created out of the very redwoods that surrounded the place. Toward the middle perched a four-sided fireplace, a roaring blaze filling the room with its crackling warmth as guests huddled around, savoring the heat. To the immediate left of him stood the concierge stand, the man behind it already busy with guests clamoring for tickets to local events or needing directions, and behind that rested the lengthy check-in counter, also made created to resemble redwood.

Chance shook his head. As if their guests don’t get enough of the motif from the massive trees outside. It’s like beating a dead horse.

He turned toward the check-in desk, the dwarf behind the counter still talking to a guest. The short man’s thick beard hung down low over the black vest he wore, almost covering the faint gold look to it with black lines patterned throughout, probably in hopes to tie in their casino because the dwarf looked more like a Black Jack dealer than a clerk.

Behind the counter was another door with the word security on it, and Chance couldn’t help but wonder what type of paranormal being the resort hired to keep the peace among so many various creatures. He was sure there were plenty who didn’t care if the place was a neutral zone. Some animosities ran too deep to be turned off, even for a weekend.

Waiting for his turn to check in, Chance continued his study of the place, doing his best to ignore the cupids prancing around. To the right of the desk rested what appeared to be a casual dining room by the name Lumberjacks and next to it beckoned Unusual Delights, an ice cream shop. On the other end of the lobby, he noticed a bar, which he wished he was in right then with a martini in his hand, and across from that sat a coffee shop and the resort’s gift shop. Glancing up, he could see some of the other businesses: the casino, a fancier restaurant, and therefore probably pricier, as well as a spa and some conference rooms. Crimson Moon Hideaway seemed to have something for everyone, even if it was draped in faux wood. And cupids. They seemed to be hustling around everywhere in large clumps of tittering conversations.

Can I help you, sir?

He turned, noticing the dwarf staring at him. He glanced at the fireplace once more and then nodded as he took his first step toward the counter and what he was sure would be a miserable few days. Yes, he said. I have a reservation. Actually, I now have reservations about my reservation. He sighed, shaking the thought from his head.

It didn’t take him long to check in and get his keycard. Perhaps he could put his things away, catch his breath for a moment, and then venture down for a drink by the pool. The entire trip did not need to be wasted after all. Or so he hoped.

A long line streamed in front of both elevators, and Chance was in no mood to wait. Instead, he found the stairs, made sure no one was around, and then closed his eyes. Mumbling a few words of magic, he stepped toward the middle of the winding steps and called the element of air to whisk him up to the sixth floor. With a whoosh, he felt the element swirl around him, rustling his shirt and hair as it lifted him, carrying him as if in a tornado to the desired floor. Once there, he sent the element away and moved toward his room and a clean shirt.

Inside, he tossed his bag onto the bed and gave a flip of his hand. The bag sprang open, the top smacking the bedspread with an audible thud.

Chance stood in front of his luggage, knowing he had packed everything he required inside. What was the point of being a wizard if you couldn’t condense everything into one carry-on bag? It definitely saved time and money whenever he had to fly.

Thanks to his magic, it only took fifteen minutes to unpack his bag, filling every drawer as well as the closet, and then setting his toiletries along the sink in the bathroom. One never knew what they would need until they needed it, so he always over-packed.

After tossing his bag to the bottom of the closet, he glanced at his watch. 3:15. Now he had to decide whether he wanted to fuss