Cupids

Rule number one: Don't get hit by your own arrow.... I'm a professional Cyrano - minus the honking great nose. Need a love note, raunchy sext, or apology letter so epic that your other half will forget you hesitated a beat too long when you asked, "does this make me look fat?"? I've got you covered. But when my most frequent client, the annoyingly charming (or is that charmingly annoying?) Dylan Griffin comes to me with an unconventional new job, I discovers that three little words can add up to one big complication.

I’ve never been the superstitious type. Black cats are made for snuggling, and broken mirrors just mean I can’t see today’s epic zit, but getting stuck in an elevator and accidentally making out with my handsome boss on his first day? I don’t have to read the tea leaves to know this spells disaster for my dream journalism job. With the future of the newspaper in jeopardy, I’m next on the chopping block for sure…until I figure out our new CEO’s one weakness. And it’s written in the stars.

Seth Harding is the king of meet-cutes. If you get trapped in an elevator with a handsome stranger or stranded on a moonlit cruise with the man of your dreams, chances are it’s not fate bringing the two of you together. It’s Seth, somewhere, pulling the strings. At least, that’s what I find out, when someone hires Seth to help win my heart. It would be romantic, if he weren’t all wrong for me. And Mr. Right? Well, he might just be the guy behind the scenes.