Accidentally…Evil?
THE GOD OF MALE VIRILITY HAS NEVER HAD A DATE, BUT HE'D REALLY LIKE ONE WITH HER.
"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's 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 . . . well, the fact that it sounds like a very good idea is a sure sign she's gone mad. But this guy who calls himself the God of Virility--he's superhot. And every time he touches her, something crazy happens.
Backlum Chaam has waited seventy thousand years to meet the woman Fate has chosen for him, and now that she's here, he can't believe his luck. Maggie is brilliant and gorgeous and everything he could have dreamed of . . . except that she insists she's human. But Chaam knows that's impossible--a god could never love a human. And if he seduces one, their passion could have the power to destroy mankind . . .
