Stupid Cupid by Veronica Valentine

Anyone. But. Her.
Panic raced through me like a freight train on damaged tracks, but I’d sooner die than let them see it.
Bound, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, and no longer able to fly, I faced my fate on my feet, defiant to the end. But as the tribunal handed down its verdict, my knees nearly buckled. The sentence had been rendered, and she was it.
The luscious Briar Rose Sunday: intoxicating, mysterious, witty. And one of only several human women immune to my love arrows and considerable charms. Now, after breaking a treaty between the pantheons, I’ve been banished from the heavens, cast down to earth, and doomed to endure the heartbreak of unrequited love.
The sassy, red-haired beauty is the perfect candidate to give me what so many are calling a taste of my own medicine.
But they have all forgotten one very important truth—once I decide I want something, I will never stop until it is mine. I’m the bloody god of love, and Briar Rose is the new object of my obsession.
I want her more than anything in existence, and I will move the stars to have her.