Alicia is a fellow Wild Rose Press author, and she's been my blog guest many times. Enjoy reading about her Valentine's Day story Cupid's Beau!
Ab0ut Alicia
Alicia began writing
stories as a child. At age 10, she wrote her first ever romance (featuring a
hero who looked just like Elvis Presley, and who shared the name of Elvis’
character in the movie, Tickle Me),
and she still has the tattered, pencil-written copy. Alicia is from Moore,
Oklahoma and now lives in Edmond. She has three grown children and a huge
network of supportive friends and family. She writes mostly contemporary
suspense and paranormal, but has also written in other genres, including a few
vintage historicals.
Other than reading and
writing, her passions are Elvis Presley (she almost always works in a mention
of him into her stories) and watching (and rewatching) her favorite televisions
shows like Ozark, Dexter, Justified, Breaking Bad, Sons of Anarchy, and Vampire
Diaries. Some of her favorite authors are Michael Connelly, Dennis Lehane,
Stephen King, Lee Child, Lisa Gardner, Ridley Pearson, Joseph Finder, and
Jonathan Kellerman…to name a few.
Fun Fact
I love to
create fictional locations for my stories, and I always try to attach some kind
of meaning to them. For Cupid’s Beau, I set it in Wisconsin because I wanted it
to be a wintry setting and because my favorite NFL team is the Packers. For the
name of the town I chose Castleville. It’s a play on Castle Rock, from Stephen
King novels, and a town I lived in as a child for a brief, idyllic time,
Cassville, Missouri. (Technically, we didn’t really ‘live’ in Cassville. We
lived in some odd Bermuda triangle type location that was a mash up of Exeter,
Washburn and Cassville, but we attended Cassville schools, so that’s what I
went with 😊)
About Cupid's Bow
Ivy Pierce is a Cupid who prides herself on doing her job well. Except
when it comes to a certain human male, Grant Crawford. Each time she's supposed
to shoot her arrow into his heart, her stomach hurts, her chest hurts, and she
feels….sad. Cupids are never sad.
Humans who are not looking for love only get three chances to find it.
And after Ivy sabotages Grant's last chance, her boss, Aphrodite, sends her to
earth to right her wrong. She has until Valentine's Day to help him find his
soul mate.
But the more she's around him, the more she wants him for herself, even
though she knows that can never be. A Cupid and a human? Unheard of.
As V-Day draws closer, can she sacrifice her own happiness to help the
man she loves find his?
Excerpt
He helped Gretchen into her coat and walked her to her car. She hesitated before climbing inside the door he held open. Did she expect a goodnight kiss? Snow had started, and he wanted to get back in, so he leaned forward. She lifted her lips, and he gave them a quick kiss. "Goodnight, Gretchen. I had a nice time."
Her expression showed disappointment, but she didn’t voice it.
She slid in the driver’s seat. He closed the door and watched while she backed
out of the parking spot and headed down the road.
Before going in, he glanced down the street. A woman was
outside a small cottage half a block away. Was that Ivy? What was she doing
outside, in the dark, with a blizzard brewing?
None of his business. He turned toward the restaurant, but
didn’t go in. What if something was wrong? If she was hurt? How would he feel
if he didn’t at least go check on her? Cursing under his breath, he whirled and
stalked down the sidewalk to her house.
“Ivy? What are you doing out here?”
She turned to him, her eyes wide. She wore a white coat with a
fur hood framing her face. “Grant! Hi. Isn’t it beautiful?”
He blew into his hands and rubbed them briskly together. “It’s
freezing. Are you out of your mind?”
She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, trapping a
snowflake and swallowing. She looked at him. “You try it. It’s wonderful.”
He nearly groaned with irritation. “I don’t have time—”
She took his hand, her soft, gloveless skin warm on his. “Just
try it.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, he groaned again. The sooner he
acquiesced, the sooner he could leave. He stuck out his tongue. Icy snowflakes
drifted into his mouth. Nope. He still didn’t get it.
She squealed. “Wasn’t it great?”
Her green eyes sparkled, the pink in her cheeks making her
look…heart stoppingly lovely.
He hadn’t seen anyone show such pure joy in…well, ever.
Especially in something so insignificant. He looked up into the sky. Snow
drifted down from the blanket of blackness. The Heavens dumping an icy
wonderland on Earth. Nature was amazing. While he didn’t exactly share Ivy’s
enthusiasm, maybe it wasn’t so insignificant after all.
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