Carnivorous Cupid

Paranormal/Horror

Carnivorous Cupid

Eros. Also known as Cupid. Greek god of love and sexual desire.

Sometimes depicted as an adorable, chubby little boy with wings, carrying a bow and arrows, flying around merrily, making everyone fall in love.

That’s not Eros. Not anymore.

Eros is mad. He’s all grown up now. And he’s on a mission to provoke chaos, starting with humans.

Instead of producing love, his arrows now produce hunger.
Actual hunger. Cannibalistic, beastly, monstrous hunger.
Carnivorous.

Is the world ready for a raging Eros?
Who can stop the angry god of love from eradicating the human race, two soulmates at a time?

Carnivorous Cupid is part of a four book series.

Oof. This one was several years in the making (in terms of finding the right story to tell) but when it came to writing it… I spat it all out in a month. Yes, a month.

Let me explain. Ever since I saw Percy Jackson and the lightning thief (I didn’t read the books BUT I plan to) I became obsessed with Greek mythology. I started looking up the real myths and writing down all the gods and goddesses and heroes and monsters, etc; and had to write a story about them. But… I never finished my ideas, lost interest, realized none of it made sense. However, certain themes always remained: I wanted comedy, I wanted shock & awe, and I wanted someone in law enforcement or special forces to be involved in the story.

And then I started watching this show called Salem and its theme song, “Cupid Carries a Gun” by Marilyn Manson, would not leave my mind (and it’s not really my style, but boy, I loved it). One day at work, taking a bathroom break, I randomly thought, “wow, how cool would it be to write a book about an evil cupid?”

And… Carnivorous Cupid was born. Why Carnivorous Cupid, you ask? Because it was catchy, raw, and I figured it would draw attention.

Granted, Cupid is technically the Roman equivalent of the Greek god Eros, but… Carnivorous Eros just didn’t work for me.

Main Characters:

Lukus Arvantis, a late twenties FBI agent who specializes in… odd crimes. He’s super skeptic, super sarcastic, and lives the life of an alcoholic player. When he stumbles upon impossibly cannibalistic murders occurring around the US, he does his best to explain it all with logic, but… he has no idea what he’s dealing with. I researched his names to make sure they were Greek, and he does have a bit of a Dean Winchester-ish vibe, too (can you tell I watch Supernatural a lot?!), but otherwise… I had no specific inspiration for him. I wanted him stubborn, blunt, seriously unhealthy but magically gorgeous.

Aphrodite/Agnes, who doesn’t really need much of a description, does she? I took the myth of her as daughter of Uranus, basically adopted by Zeus, and married to Hephaestus while having an affair with Ares. She’s capricious, spoiled, insufferable… and sent to earth to investigate her son’s—Eros—crimes, alongside Lukus. She’s unintentionally funny and clueless, and writing her was a blast. There’s a scene about shoe-shopping that I loved, loved, loved writing and that, in my opinion, basically defines my Aphrodite.

Eros, son of Aphrodite and Ares. He’s the god of love, has a great life, but… he’s mad, really mad, so mad he’s traveling around the US, getting drunk on cheap booze, spying on humans, shooting arrows into people and… making them eat each other’s hearts. Yes, gross, gory, gruesome, right? No one knows what drove him to go nuts like that, but it’s up to mom and Lukus to investigate. I loved taking Eros’ mythological image and smashing it, making him evil and vengeful and bloody. And he only gets worse the further the story goes—and more so in the sequels.

Written in third-person past-tense, alternating POV’s between the three main characters, this is probably my raunchiest, harshest book of all, and yet… I loved writing it. And I enjoy making the series take darker and more ominous turns with each volume.

Poisonous Psyche

Psyche. Eros’ wife. Once mortal, now a beloved goddess, revered among humans and deities alike.

A beauty in the skies, a proper lady, always willing to lend a hand, give a shoulder to cry on, ears to vent into. Fiercely loyal to her husband, unbelievably proud of her daughter, Hedone.

And she has disappeared.
Hedone, too.

Gone, vanished from Olympus without a trace, no inkling of how they left and why. No note, no apologies, no clue.

But she’s out there, oh yes. Sending deadly fumes into the earthly atmosphere.
Toxic. Dangerous to all living things, hurtful to gods.
Poisonous.

Will she ever be found by her loved ones—and stopped?
Who can save her from the whispers in her head and bring her home, to her family?

RECENTLY COMPLETED! Poisonous Psyche is part of a four book series—book number two.