by Arlene Webb
When a ten breeds with a ten, unless mom’s a crack addict, genetics claims the kid should grow up to be 10 x 10, which adds up to one badass 100.
Take the most erotic, beautiful and irresistible XX (Aphrodite), and crossbreedwith the ultimate aggressive, powerful and virile XY (Ares), and yet, some damn silly Greeks and Romans dreamt up a XY-WIMP (Eros) for an offspring.
Sure, being the son of a love goddess and war mongrel could do some serious damage to your self-esteem, but a stunted dude(cute bare butt, but certainly nothing impressive on the front side) carrying a flimsy weapon and beaming such an angelic grin you either want to whip out an assault rifle or kick him?
Naturally, I assumed the bearer of true love is a lot more interesting than that and one lucky commentator will get a chance to check it out for themselves for free! Make sure you include your email address in your comment.
Here’s opening paragraphs for Arrow to the Heart:
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was five…make that six kills ago.”
A deep sigh fell from Cu’s lips. “Cut the crap, Officer….” He glanced down at the
questionnaire the woman had filled out in his waiting room. Two angry words—Bite Me—were scrawled within the box marked NAME. “Officer Me. Perhaps I should use your first name, but Bite is not only common, it adds oral fixation to your list of problems.”
Cu looked across his desk through the one-way mirrored divider. Seated in front of him, unable to see him, the lanky blonde crossed lovely legs. Her skirt hitched above her knees. Large hazel eyes flashed with anger and he sighed again. She wasn’t happy to be there. Well, neither was he, and he had better things he could be doing than counsel a
“Whatever,” she said. “My nickname is ‘Screw You.’ ‘Up Yours’ works, too.”
He drummed his fingers on his desktop. “Until you put aside your low self-esteem and authority issues, and we get to why you’ve been suspended pending my signature, I’ll call you Miss Boring. Think you’re the first officer to resent that seat?”
Cu had PhDs in Psychology, Human Sexuality, Biochemistry, and Advanced
Speculative fiction, thinking what if is the foundation for every story I’ve written and it’s led me to some fun places. On this valentine, wouldn’t you rather buy a card with a picture on it as yummy as the dude on this book cover? Better yet, forget cards and give your valentine a story from my heart to yours.