Author: ravenkennedy
I’m kind of a bitch, but you would be too if you had my life.I was taken as a baby and trained to become an elite member of Troupe Delirium. My time with them is as permanent as the damn collar on my neck. Until Heathcliff helps me escape.I have nothing but the clothes on my back and the good sense to get as far away as I can. But then I stumble into someone else’s territory and get snagged by a … and get snagged by a shifter-happy cop who brings me to a pack.Pack Aberrant. The only shifter…
Five years ago, I saw something I shouldn’t have. Ominous, right? But what really sucks is I got caught. I’ve been trapped as my animal ever since, hidden away and forced to stay shifted and silent.Until one day, when I get brought to a pet shop where a shifter recognizes me for what I am and brings me to her pack. A really friggen weird pack. I need to get out of here. But then I see him—the … But then I see him—the male wearing the chain around his neck. Maybe it’s his scent or his shiny stuff that…
I live with a pack of misfit shifters. Freaks. Rogues. Oddballs. Prey. Runts. Deformed. We’re all welcome in Pack Aberrant. We aren’t going to be winning any popularity contests, but our hodgepodge bunch is more loyal than even the strongest pred packs. I should know. I grew up in one of them. As soon as they realized I was different, I was despised, even by my own family. So I left, joined Pack … So I left, joined Pack Aberrant, and I’ve steered clear of alpha pred assholes ever since. Until my heatwave hits, and I accidentally jump three coyote…
What do you get when you have four mates, one psychotic prince, a horde of rebels, and a cupid who just got yanked out of the realm? A big freaking problem, that’s what. I was supposed to take on my first real mission as a spy. I was supposed to go find my missing mate and discover who our real allies are for the war that’s brewing in the fae realm. Instead, I’m thrown back to where I was first … back to where I was first created. Cupidville. And, judging by the look I’m getting from the Head of…
Note to my stupid cupid self: The next time I go and anchor myself to a hot covey, make sure those anchors aren’t about to compete in a fight to the death. Yeah. Total downer. I have a body now and I don’t intend to lose it. I also don’t intend to lose the genfins that I’ve grown so attached to. So it’s time to return to the kingdom island and hope like hell that my guys make it through the royal … it through the royal trials of the culling. I also have to hope that the prince of…
You’d think that basically being in charge of love would be an epic job, right? Wrong. Sure, I can blow some Lust into people’s faces and watch the show, but I can’t actually participate. It gets old, trust me. Same goes for love. I can pass it out like sugar-free lollipops at a dentist’s office, but I can’t get any love for myself. It totally sucks. I used to consider myself a hopeless romantic, … hopeless romantic, so why wouldn’t I choose to become a cupid? Sounds like a good idea, right? Wrong again. They don’t call us stupid cupids…