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THE GOD OF LOVE MET SOMEONE ELSE'S MATCH
TO NO FAULT OF AN ARROW AT ALL, HE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER.
Eros is the god of love—its conduit, its architect, its executioner. From Olympus, he shapes desire across the mortal world, yet has never known love for himself.
Until the moment he shoots Psyche Rose.
A young professional tennis player with a sharp tongue and a Southern edge, Psyche was never meant to see the god who altered her fate. But instead of falling for her intended lover, she falls for Eros himself.
Their connection defies Fate, the laws of Olympus, and everything Eros has ever believed about love.
And time is not on their side.
“Everyone calls me Psyche Rose because my mom would always call us by first and middle name when we were in trouble. As you can tell, I’ve always been trouble,” she smirked.
THEY WERE A MATCH THE HEAVENS DID NOT MAKE.
THE GOD OF LOVE MET SOMEONE ELSE'S MATCH
TO NO FAULT OF AN ARROW AT ALL, HE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER.
Eros is the god of love—its conduit, its architect, its executioner. From Olympus, he shapes desire across the mortal world, yet has never known love for himself.
Until the moment he shoots Psyche Rose.
A young professional tennis player with a sharp tongue and a Southern edge, Psyche was never meant to see the god who altered her fate. But instead of falling for her intended lover, she falls for Eros himself.
Their connection defies Fate, the laws of Olympus, and everything Eros has ever believed about love.
And time is not on their side.
“Everyone calls me Psyche Rose because my mom would always call us by first and middle name when we were in trouble. As you can tell, I’ve always been trouble,” she smirked.
THEY WERE A MATCH THE HEAVENS DID NOT MAKE.