One Handed Holidays: Crossed Swords Edition Quiver

Name: One Handed Holidays: Crossed Swords Edition Quiver
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Bol The One Handed Holidays: Crossed Swords Edition Series - Valentine's Novella They say you miss 100% of the shots you never take. Well... they never met me. >When The Cupid is forced on a mandatory vacation due to some... questionable... matches, the Cherubs decide the best way to find his temporary replacement is through a lottery. Pay a few silvers and get added to the drawing. One night over a few beers, my buddies and I decided it would be a fun joke to put our names into the hat. It's not like we'd get picked, anyway. Only I did. I, Azrael Veyron, the clumsiest Cherub to ever exist, am now responsible for love matches for humankind. Sure, I have two left feet and can't shoot an arrow to save my life, but I can be creative. I'll figure it out... I don't really have a choice. Magical contracts are binding, after all, and it's only for a month. What could go wrong? Author's Note: This is an 18+ erotic novella based loosely on holiday themes. Read accordingly.

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The One Handed Holidays: Crossed Swords Edition Series - Valentine's Novella They say you miss 100% of the shots you never take. Well... they never met me. >When The Cupid is forced on a mandatory vacation due to some... questionable... matches, the Cherubs decide the best way to find his temporary replacement is through a lottery. Pay a few silvers and get added to the drawing. One night over a few beers, my buddies and I decided it would be a fun joke to put our names into the hat. It's not like we'd get picked, anyway. Only I did. I, Azrael Veyron, the clumsiest Cherub to ever exist, am now responsible for love matches for humankind. Sure, I have two left feet and can't shoot an arrow to save my life, but I can be creative. I'll figure it out... I don't really have a choice. Magical contracts are binding, after all, and it's only for a month. What could go wrong? Author's Note: This is an 18+ erotic novella based loosely on holiday themes. Read accordingly.

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