Accidental Cupid: Supernatural Retrieval Agency, #4

By Laura Greenwood

A Cupid finds a second chance at love.

As a cupid, Pippa does everything she can to avoid setting people up, but sometimes, she just can't help herself.

When her best friends get engaged, she ends up at a Halloween party with the last person she ever expected to see again.

Can Pippa avoid matchmaking and her ex-boyfriend all in the same night?
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Accidental Cupid is a standalone companion story to Supernatural Retrieval Agency, an urban fantasy romance series. It has a quirky cupid lead, and a second chance m/f romance.

If you like your romance with unusual supernatural creatures, action-packed law enforcement plots, and a quirky best friend, try the Supernatural Retrieval Agency series today, starting with Harpy's Mission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Drowlgon Press
• Release date: Jun 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201007447

Laura Greenwood

Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and fantasy romance. When she's not writing, she drinks a lot of tea, tries to resist French macarons, and works towards a diploma in Egyptology. She lives in the UK, where most of her books are set. Laura specialises in quick reads, with healthy relationships and consent positive moments regardless of if she's writing light-hearted romance, mythology-heavy urban fantasy, or anything in between. You can find a full book list and more information on her website, or in The Paranormal Council Facebook Group. Happy Reading!

Book preview

Chapter 1

I check myself in the mirror, looking at every angle to check my costume. I look great, there's no denying it, but I worry that it doesn't do anything to cover the fact I'm a cupid or a police officer. Neither of those are good things to be at a party, for completely different reasons.

The door opens and Harper pops back into the room, her white lace dress streaked with fake blood and even a couple of handprints.

Will you pass me the veil? she asks.

I nod and pick it up, noticing it's been given the same treatment.

I have some ground rules for the party, I say as she plumps up her hair and puts the veil in place.

Hmm?

I don't set people up. I don't give dating advice, I...

Pip, you do realise it's an engagement party, right? No one's going to ask you for those things, she assures me.

They will when they find out I'm a cupid, I mutter. And who has an engagement party on Halloween anyway? I suppose at least it's an excuse to dress up and I have to admit, her choice of costume is rather amusing. I hope her fiancé finds it as funny. Though knowing Elias, I'm sure it was his idea.

Then don't tell anyone, she points out. Most people here have no idea you are one, keep it quiet and they won't know at all.

Oh. That kind of makes sense, even if it's not an option I've considered. Somehow, people just seem to know what I am. Especially if they've spent a lot of time around me. What if they can tell?

If they can, just flash them your agency badge and tell them you're an undercover officer, she suggests, the corners of her lips lifting up into an amused smile.

That might work, but it would also be a gross misuse of power.

You're no fun, she teases. But in all seriousness, just make something up. What if you said that you bought some perfume off a cupid?

We don't make perfume.

Which is something no one needs to know, Harper points out. There's almost as much mystery around cupids as there is around harpies, we're both going to be safe from questions.

You mean other than when's the wedding.

She snorts. Anyone who asks that is going to get their invitation late.

That's mean.

And totally deserved.

What are you going to do if someone asks when you're going to have a baby? I ask, not doing a good job of hiding the amusement from my voice.

Uninvite them, she deadpans.

I chuckle. I'll make sure people stay away from that particular line of enquiry.

Aww, don't do that, I'd very much like to spend less on food.

I shake my head in bemusement, knowing she doesn't really mean it.

Out of interest, what were the rest of your ground rules? She picks up a bright red lipstick and applies it.

I don't answer awkward sex questions.

Harper raises an eyebrow. Does that one come up a lot?

You'd be surprised. And it's never questions I can answer either.

"Would it be better if you could answer them?" she asks.

I frown. Maybe not. She has a point. If I start answering sex questions, the next thing I know I'll be treated like a succubus instead of a cupid. If there's anything worse than people asking to be set up all the time, it's those who assume I'll sleep with them just because I like the taste of love.

A shiver runs down my spine at the mere thought of it. I'll pass, thanks.

All right, next time I have a problem, I won't come your way, Harper promises. She grabs her clutch bag from where it's lying on the bed and starts to check through it.

That's different, I counter.

She stops what she's doing and looks at me, a raised eyebrow asking the question I already knew was coming. How is it different?

You're asking because I'm your friend, not because I'm a cupid.

How do you know? Maybe I friended up to you so I could take advantage of your powerful love powers.