"Love is..." I explored my brain to find the most suitable word in my dictionary that could fit in the definition I was trying to say; the definition that could make the jerk, sitting opposite me with a smirk on his face, believe in 'love'. "Bullshit?" He offered with a huge arrogant smirk on his face and no matter how much I agreed with him on this particular matter, I couldn't agree. So, instead of nodding my head in agreement, I scowled at him. His smirk grew bigger and he leaned away from me, gazing at me with his piercing grey eyes. "Finding it hard to make me believe in love when you yourself don't believe in that shit, huh?" With his piercing grey gaze fixed on my every move, I realized that 'being the devil's cupid' was going to be a lot tougher than I had initially thought. (By the author of 'And We Meet Again')

Sophie Martin has never believed in werewolves beyond the pages of Twilight and cheesy horror flicks. She's more into innocent romance and designer boots than solving brutal murders and catching trained assassins. But like some things in life, Sophie doesn't have an option. Not an option to avoid the supernatural as it's thrown into her life, and certainly not an option to avoid the boy with the blue eyes and the firm grip. || in progress || ©allysabronwyn 2013 ©cosmically 2014