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Struck By Eros (Redeeming Cupid #1) Struck By Eros by Jenn Windrow
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“Who was I to meddle in people’s love lives? Mine was a mess. My heart
wanted the one thing it wasn’t allowed to have — love with someone besides my
cupid-appointed soul mate. I was so screwed up, I made the dysfunctional
relationships on Jerry Springer look wholesome.”
Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros
“With a tug, I pulled Len off his knees, wrapped my arms around him, and
hugged him close. Behind his back, I flashed a middle finger of defiance I hoped
Cupid saw high up on Mount Olympus.

Fuck soul mates. Fuck Grayson. Fuck Cupid.

I was keeping the ring.”
Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros
“Hello to you too, sunshine.”

Pulling a book out of my bag, I cracked it open and settled into my time-toignore-
Grayson pose. A pose that took me weeks to perfect. “Let’s not pretend we
enjoy each other’s company.”

“Don’t you get sick of always being…” He waved his hand back and forth in
my direction like a conductor guiding an orchestra. “You?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that if the stick in your ass got any higher we could hang a flag over your
head and declare you your own state.”
Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros
“Len’s arm brushed against mine. I pulled the cream and gold comforter over
my shoulders and cuddled closer, wishing I could stay in bed all day and snuggle.
But Cupid’s minions didn’t get sick days or holidays or time off for good behavior.
Instead, I got a demanding boss, no pay, and chained to a man-whore till death do
us part.

I’d complain, but I didn’t think Cupid’s minions had a union.”
Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros
“Grayson folded his arms over his Adonis-like chest, tapping out an imaginary
beat on his forearm. “Just don’t want you to string some poor sucker along,
knowing you could never give yourself one hundred percent.”

“Should I be more like you? How many broken hearts have you left tangled in
the sheets?” I slid into a pair of faded low-rise jeans.”
Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros