Crazy Cupid
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Crazy Cupid in the Stupid Cupid Anthology
Champagne Books, February 2006
Fashion designer Kenya Whitaker is leery about the strange and poorly dressed man she meets. She’s even more skeptical when he explains that he’s from the future and has a problem. She refuses to help, but the offbeat, sexy man charms her into it and shows her what love is really all about.
Eli’s very existence is threatened and he needs Kenya’s assistance. The man she’s supposed to marry has locked Eli’s father in a mental institution. Joshua Montgomery must be released and put into his rightful spot as president of Montgomery Aisle. If Eli fails, he’ll not only lose Kenya, but his life will cease to exist.
5-ANGELS!! Crazy Love thrills and chills with a truly amazing plot and wonderfully realistic characters. The plot of this book twists and turns, and you’ll be pleased with the author’s creative usage of timing and suspense.~~ Michelle / Fallen Angel Reviews
5-Cups of Coffee!! Ms. Campbell writes a fast paced book that keeps the reader guessing. The relationship between Kenya and Eli is hot and heartbreaking. The suspense builds slowly and then takes the reader on a roller coaster ride until the climatic ending. Even if science fiction books are not your cup of tea, read this book and you will be in for a pleasant surprise. I really enjoyed the book and had trouble putting it down, so I want to read more books by this author.
~~Candy, Coffee Time Romance
Crazy Cupid is a suspense with plenty of sparks between the hero and heroine. This fast-paced tale grips the reader at the beginning and holds tight until the end.~~A Romance Review (4 Roses)
Kenya stepped into her apartment and slammed the door. All the curtains had been pulled closed on the windows, only a few lights were on in the front room.
She stood in the hallway, listening for Eli’s movement. A heavenly aroma wafted from the kitchen and pots clanked together. After throwing her keys and purse on the small table, she marched into the kitchen–and stopped dead in her tracks. He stood by the stove, stirring a wooden spoon around inside a pan. She sucked in a quick breath. My kitchen’s dirty! But when she studied him more, that thought vanished.
From his appearance, he looked as if he’d just taken a shower. His wet hair swept away from his face and hung down his neck. Although he wore a new pair of jeans and a shirt–that actually matched–and his feet were bare, once again. He looked so damn cozy standing in her kitchen…so damn cozy she wanted to cuddle him next to her. Yeah, cuddle him right out of the apartment.
He turned his head toward her and her gaze dropped. His opened shirt showed the ripples of muscles on his hard chest and stomach. His skin looked naturally golden; touched by the sun, and not a hair was visible.
Her mouth turned cotton dry and she wished to hell that he didn’t look so incredibly sexy right now. She forced her gaze to meet his eyes, reminding herself how angry she’d been. He smiled, and her traitorous heart started to melt. No. Can’t let that happen!
“Hi,” he said. “I hope you like Fettuccine Alfredo and chicken.”
Her heart slipped another notch. He cooks, too?
She shook her head, trying to focus on her anger, but he dipped the spoon in the saucepan and brought it to her. Up this close, his spicy cologne nearly made her knees buckle.
“Here, taste this and tell me what you think.”
Hypnotized, she kept her eyes on his and obediently opened her mouth. When he slipped the warm spoon inside and the cream coated her lips and tongue, her heart took on a different rhythm. Her body turned gooey and moist, and it had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. The thermostat in her body grew steadily. Taking it slow, he pulled the spoon out, and with his finger, he wiped away a spot on her lips where the sauce had remained. He slipped his finger inside his mouth and she tingled.
“Well? What do you think?” His voice was lower than it had been a moment ago.
I think I’d like to taste you, too. After that thought, her mind went blank from everything else but him. Things she shouldn’t be thinking about clouded her mind. She breathed in his aroused musky scent. Hot sensations escalated through her body, touching and awakening secret areas that had never experienced such desire.
“I…I…” She mumbled like a fool, but was unable to correct the mistake.
He grinned, damn him. Setting the spoon down on the stove counter, he moved toward her. Her wobbly legs retreated, but they only succeeded in backing her up against a wall. Now he had her pinned. I’m in big trouble.
He pressed his hard body to hers. It was all she could do not to moan aloud from the intense pleasure it brought. When he brushed his fingers so very gently up her neck and face and threaded them through her hair, she closed her eyes, unable to watch his heated green eyes any longer.
“Kenya,” he whispered huskily. “God help me, but I want to touch you when you look at me like that.”
Stay angry! She brought up her shaky hands and pushed on his chest, intending to stop him. But once his hot muscles flexed beneath his tight skin, all thoughts of stopping him fled. She wanted to run her hands all over his bare chest then search for other parts of his body she could make bare.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since last night.” He bent his head and placed his mouth to the curve of her neck. A moan broke from her throat.
“You smell wonderful,” he muttered.
So do you.
The tip of his hot tongue stroked her skin, and she released a deeper moan.
“And you taste good, too.”
She had to stop him. She had to stop herself, yet her voice wouldn’t work and her body ignored her. Once he gathered her in his arms, she was lost for sure. He kissed her neck then nibbled and sucked, thrilling her completely. Her body melted against his, and she was totally in his control. She clung to the edge of his shirt for support and closed her eyes.
One of his hands slid down her back and cupped her buttocks, pushing her into his hips. When his hard arousal straining through his jeans met with her, another sexual ripple shot through her. He lifted her leg and hooked it over his hip, allowing her to feel more of his heat.
His hand slid up her waist to her breast and her eyes flew open, but she had no intention of stopping him. His eyes were a deeper shade of green, and an intense emotion etched across the very handsome features softening in his eyes.
He flicked his thumb over her tightened nipple. “Kenya, you take my breath away.”
She knew exactly what he meant, because for some inane reason, she found it hard to breathe. She licked her dry lips. “Eli-–”
He bumped her with his hips again, his hardness separated from her body by a mere piece of cloth. Heat shot through her again. She wanted him…now. She lifted her pelvis and rubbed him back. If he didn’t take her right this minute…
The shrilling ring from the phone in the kitchen erased from her mind what she’d been wanting. When the second ring sounded, it had pulled her completely out of her hypnotized state.
She dropped her leg and pushed away from him. Disappointment flooded through her, creating loneliness.