Crazy For Cupid

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Praise for JT Schultz

JT Schultz is an author to watch!!! She packs action, humor and heat between the pages!!!

~Author Karen Kelley

JT has a way of combining humor and sensual delights to keep the reader entertained from start to finish! I’m positive you won’t be disappointed at any time!

~Joni – Twolips Reviews

JT Schultz has a style that grabs you and drags you in.

~Rachel C. - Fallen Angel Reviews

I love Ms. Schultz’s writing style and I would highly recommend her stories to others. You won’t be disappointed.

~Diana, Night Owl Romance Reviews

Also Available By JT Schultz

Short Stories

Kiss of the Wolf

Her Wolf Guardian

Un-A-Were of You

Coming Home

Wolf Moon

Novellas

More Than Illusions

Tinsel & Takeovers

Cowboy's Wish

High Stakes

Rescued by a Vampire

Mid-Category

Laws of Love

Crazy for Cupid

Novels

The Bride Wore Boots

Lying Eyes & Alibis

All That Ice

Bombshell 2 Boardroom

Frog Tale

Coming Soon

Cowboy Wedding Mix-up

Irresistible

Sinfully Yours

Blind Date

Friends with a Cowboy

Rocking Christmas (Pleasantville Hearts Series)

Dear Reader,

Thank you for purchasing Crazy for Cupid. This book was previously released as Cupid’s Target back in 2007. After years of the story sitting on my laptop I decided to revamp the story and delve back into the tale of Zane and Charity. The story took several changes and turned into a sweet romance with a different ending.

Zane Cupid comes from a long line of Cupids—on his father’s side and has no interest in the family business. Not until Charity comes along and changes his outlook on love and relationships.

Charity Meadows is smart, happy and is a genuine nice girl. She lacks confidence around men and often falls victim to her clumsiness. Figuring out what men like certainly is not rocket science, especially since the latter is her major.

I wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day and truly hope you enjoy the story.

~Best,

JT

www.jtschultz.com

Chapter 1

You’re a disappointment—reckless and selfish. Zane Cupid’s father announced as he paced the white living room carpet. I can’t believe you’re my son.

Sitting in the family’s lavish room, which was usually reserved for entertaining, listening to his father rant wasn’t the way he had planned to start his morning. It was obviously a Monday. He hated Mondays. They were evil and wicked—as was this talk. The same talk his parents insisted on having every February just before Valentine’s Day. Some people weren’t Christmas people. They were the Scrooges of society. Zane was not a Valentine’s Day person. In fact, if there was an anti-Christ, he would be the anti-Valentine. The day sucked more than an anteater.

Honey, his mother cooed and leaned over from her seat on the white sofa to gently rest her elbows on her knees. His father stole a look at her cleavage and Zane rolled his eyes. I think your father is just a little disappointed that you aren’t showing any interest in the family business.

Zane threw his head back and stared up at the ceiling.

Oh yeah, it’s a Monday, a Monday from hell.

He tilted his head back and grabbed a cinnamon heart candy from the crystal dish on the glass coffee table. He popped it in his mouth and stared at his father in disbelief. I spend every waking moment at the department store. Heartrings is doing better than ever.

"Not your mother’s family business, mine! The same one that my father had and his father had and so on. The very same business my ancestors have been in since the beginning of time."

His mother scrunched her nose and shook her head at his father. Lovell, you shouldn’t get so stressed, you know you shed your wing feathers when you do.

Maybe that’s the problem dad. I’m more mortal like mom. I don’t even have wings.

A birth defect, his father snapped and continued to pace. Sure enough, every time he turned to stomp in the other direction, he lost a feather or three. His dad stopped. I think it’s great that you run that store like a tight ribbon tied box of chocolates but there are other matters that prove you are selfish.

This should be good. Like what?

Have you married and settled down? His father stared at Zane then folded his arms across his chest and waited—rather impatiently.

Zane glanced at his watch. Look at the time. I’ve got to get to work. He stood and grabbed his suit coat from the back of the plush sofa.

Not so fast! his father halted him with a wave of his hand.

He hated when his father used his supernatural powers, like now. His feet were frozen and trying to move was futile. Dad, I’m a little big and too old for this.

His father walked over to him. You’re a baby, you’re thirty-five.

If you were a woman you would be past your prime to find a suitable man.

Trust mom. What do I expect from a former Playboy Bunny?

Narrowing his gaze, his father studied him. You’re mother and I have been talking. We think you are hitting the arrow right on target with your mother’s family legacy. However, you have been sadly neglecting your responsibilities as a Cupid. With that said, we’ve decided that we are cutting off your spending account and revoking your trust fund.

You can’t do that! True, he sounded more like a sixteen year old that had just lost the car keys than a thirty-five year old business executive that drove a BMW, but this was serious.

Actually, little heartbeat, we can. His mother chided sweetly.

Please, don’t call me little heartbeat.

This is now the first layer of hell.

But that’s what your father and I called you when you were still in my tummy.

It’s hard to believe that we met thirty six year ago on Valentine’s Day. His father wiggled his brows in his mother’s direction. You were the prettiest playmate at Hugh’s party.

"Can we skip this story and not hear it for the hundredth time and tell me how I can prevent you from ruining my life."

Sighing softly, his mother then giggled. He’s so dramatic. He gets that from me.

Certainly not a Cupid trait. His father glanced back to him. This is the way it’s going to work.

Speaking of work, I’m going to be late.

Clearing his throat, his father resumed pacing. You, Zane, are going to help a lonely soul find true love before Valentine’s Day.

Officially, the elevator has reached the second layer of hell. That’s less than a week, away.

I, of all people, know when it is. Now this year there is a certain lady at the store that is going to require a little more attention than some of the others on my list.

I already hate where this is going.

Oh, is it the chubby one at the perfume counter? His mother guessed like it was a game.

Third level of hell and descending fast.

No not Dora, she is on next year’s list. His father smiled demonically. I was thinking about Charity Meadows.

I don’t know Charity Meadows. Zane sighed and racked his brain. The name is familiar though. He thought harder. Nope—wasn’t one of the hotties in lingerie, or the jewelry department. He scrunched his face and crossed his arm across his chest. I have no idea who she is.

Well go change out of your suit into something you can get dirty.

Tell me she isn’t a cleaning lady. Not that there was anything wrong with them, he just... Okay, I’m a snob and I admit it.

"No, she is a window dresser. Now run along. One week, one true