Welcome to Kupid's Cove, Maui! If you love tropical beaches and warm sun, then you'll enjoy spending time on Kupid's Cove with Gideon and Kate. Read on to find out more about Calling Kupid, the first book in my new series, Kupid's Cove! Also, check out the Kindle Countdown sale on Wicked Winifred below! Wicked Winifred will be on sale from 01/09/2016-01/11/2016. You meet Kate for the first time in Wicked Winifred, and the two are thick as thieves. You still have time to read Winnie before Calling Kupid releases!
Stuck on the beautiful island of Honolulu on Valentine’s Day, Kate Kupid is sure of one thing; being single on a tropical island made for lovers is a giant waste of time. Until she has an encounter on the beach that will change her life.
Eleven months later, back in the cold of Snowberry, Minnesota, the last person Kate expects to walk into her law firm is Mr. Hawaii Playboy himself. Dressed to the nines in an expensive Italian suit, Gideon Armstrong Jr. has come to reclaim what is rightfully his, Kate.
Neither of them realized he brought to Snowberry more than just his need for Kate Kupid. A dangerous adversary isn’t afraid to use Kate as a prize in his game of cat and mouse, and now she must trust Gideon to keep her safe.
Back in the Islands of Love, Gideon wants a second chance to prove he can fix Kate’s broken heart, but Kate wonders if her mashed up heart can handle the kind of love he has to offer. When bullets start flying on Kupid’s Cove, Gideon grabs his chance to make Kate his, once and for all.
I opened my laptop and typed in the name, ‘Gideon Armstrong, Junior.’
I tapped my fingers on the desk while Google did its job. Article after article about his business came up on the screen. I hit the toggle for images and leaned in towards the screen a little closer. A man stared back at me with a pair of smoky green eyes covered in tortoiseshell glasses.
“Oh, hells to the bells, no!” I yelled, slamming the laptop closed. “Google has got to be wrong.”
“That’s exactly what I said,” came a familiar voice from the door.
I looked up to see ‘Google man’ standing comfortably in my office. He was dressed in an expensive Italian suit with even more expensive Italian loafers adorning his feet. He hadn’t changed a bit in the last eleven months other than, if possible, becoming oodles more handsome. He was majorly swoon worthy, but I was majorly angry like a ticked off hornet. Rosie stood behind him, smiling sweetly.
“Did you find the file, Rosie?” I asked, gritting my teeth. She shook her head no, so I shooed her away with my hand.
“I’ll find it, be right back,” she fretted. “He came early.” She disappeared down the hall and I took a deep breath. I pointed at the door with my finger, wagging it. “Out! Out of my office!”
He reached out to lower my hand, “No can do. I have an appointment.”
He stuck his hand out. “Gideon Armstrong, Junior.”
“Known as Strong to your employees and friends,” I seethed, slapping his hand away.
“You’ve got nothing to say to me about not using my real name. What kind of name is Penny, anyway? I can’t believe I fell for that.”
I sanely, and calmly, closed the door then leaned my forehead against it for three breaths that were supposed to calm me. When I turned, I stuck my finger in his chest. “It’s a nickname for Penelope, which happens to be my middle name. Katie Penelope Kupid is my name and dealing with showboating, overblown, ostentatious, la-di-das in fancy suits, is not my game.”
He grabbed my finger and clucked his tongue at me, “Such a temper, Penny.”
I sucked in a breath trying to regain control of my breathing, “Don’t ever call me that again.”
“My brother was the only one who called me that.”
“Yet, you introduced yourself as Penny to me months ago. I say that’s fair game.”
I wrenched my finger from his grasp. “Fine, Gideon.”
I said his name in a sarcastic tone I had hoped would make him angry, but instead he just grinned wider. There was a knock on the door and I wrenched it open. Rosie was standing there with the file. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, of course, you can go back to work.” I smiled reassuringly, but she wasn’t looking at me, she was eyeing my showboating la-di-da. My? No, he was only my la-di-da until he got my clothes off and didn’t like what he saw.
“I can’t work because of all the yelling going on in here,” she whispered.
I leaned in close to her. “Then I’ll make sure to yell softer!”
She practically ran back to the front desk to get away from the spectacle in my office. I closed the door very precisely, straightened my blouse, and went around behind my desk. He straightened his suit, unbuttoned the middle button, and sat in the most uncomfortable chair in my office.
Don’t get comfortable, buddy; you aren’t staying.
I picked up my phone receiver. “Now then, let me get Attorney Kadlec in to help you with your needs.”
He leaned over my desk and pushed the receiver back down. “Kadlec has retired.”
“Be that as it may, considering our past, he should be dealing with your case.”
“Listen, Katie. We’re both professionals here. We don’t have to be middle-schoolers about this. So we had a Netflix and chill thing months ago. We can put that behind us in order to get this taken care of.”
I groaned inwardly at the use of Katie, and tried not to let my blood pressure go up any further.
“Netflix and chill? What are you, a college frat boy?”
He lifted one side of his lip in response and shook his head. “No, I’m a thirty-six-year-old corporate lawyer, but I still enjoy an occasional Netflix and chill kind of night.”
I waved my hand. “You’re thirty-six and a lawyer? You told me you owned that resort.”
“I do own that resort, and several others, but I’m also a corporate lawyer. I have a firm that runs itself, so I can run around and showboat as a ‘la-di-da’ the rest of the time.”
I laughed sarcastically and pushed the paperwork towards him. “Well, if you’re a lawyer than you should be able to handle this all yourself. You don’t need my services. Have a nice life.”
Meet Kate's best friend Winifred!
A downed power pole sets off a series of events that I never saw coming. Drastic times called for drastic measures, and with the help of one very pregnant florist, I found my ‘Phantom’ again. Our masks off, and our hearts open, we only have until Halloween to decide if the scars we both hide will bring us together or tear us apart. Grab your broomstick and hang on tight. This is going to be a bumpy ride...
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Katie Mettner writes inspirational romance from a little house in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. She's the author of the four-part epic family saga - The Sugar Series, The Northern Lights Series and the Snowberry Holiday Series. All three series are set in Minnesota and are a mix of new adult and romantic suspense.
Katie lives with her soul mate, whom she met online at Thanksgiving and
married the following April. Together they share their lives with their three children and two leopard geckos. After suffering an especially bad spill on the bunny hill in 1989, Katie became an amputee in 2011. It was while she was recovering that she found time to pen her first novel, Sugar's Dance. With the release of Sugar's story, Katie discovered the unfilled need for disabled heroes and heroines. Her stories are about empowering people with special circumstances to find the one person who will love them because of their abilities, not their inabilities.
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