The God of Male Virility Has Never Had a Date . . . Until Now

“Make no mistake, I am not the sort of god who enjoys
playing games. When I return, you will tell me
everything—who and what you are—then we shall
spend the evening making love.”

When Maggie O’Hare hears those words she thinks she’s lost
her mind. One minute she was traipsing around the Mayan
jungle looking for her father’s excavation site; the next she’s
accused of being immortal by a guy who swears he’s a god.
And as for the making love part . . .READ MORE 

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