From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff, Comes Book #3 of the Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. Series. (Standalone)
HIS MISSION: Find Pants. Lose Belly. Win Girl. Save World.
HIS MISSION: Find Pants. Lose Belly. Win Girl. Save World.
What Could Go Wrong?
The God of Wine has been partying for over ten thousand years, and New Year's Eve, when humans around the world succumb to his naturally occurring spike in powers, is his biggest night. Only this year, a plague is sweeping the immortal community, and he's turning downright evil (dear gods, what language!). All those New Year's bashes will turn into bloodbaths if he doesn't stop the transformation.
If you do not like dirty, dirty books with buck-naked gods, sloppy drunkenness, the c-word, f-word, p-word, d-word--yes, yes, all the bad words--invisible unicorns, outrageously sized penises, cocktail recipes, leather pants, no pants, and healthy eating tips, then this book might not be for you. (But feel free to gift it to your naughty, slutty friend with the gutter mouth.)
The God of Wine has been partying for over ten thousand years, and New Year's Eve, when humans around the world succumb to his naturally occurring spike in powers, is his biggest night. Only this year, a plague is sweeping the immortal community, and he's turning downright evil (dear gods, what language!). All those New Year's bashes will turn into bloodbaths if he doesn't stop the transformation.
Sadly, the only known cure is finding a mate. Not so easy for a rude, beer-bellied mess who's definitely not husband material.
But can a little gym-time and help from the pros at Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. turn him into a divine sex-machine the ladies will want? Or will it take something more?
But can a little gym-time and help from the pros at Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. turn him into a divine sex-machine the ladies will want? Or will it take something more?
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WARNING:
This dirty, dirty book contains a buck-naked god, sloppy drunkenness, the c-word, f-word, p-word, d-word--okay, neverthehell mind! It has a lot of f**king bad words. Okay?--invisible unicorns, outrageously sized penises, cocktail recipes, leather pants, no pants, and one healthy eating tip.
If you do not like dirty, dirty books with buck-naked gods, sloppy drunkenness, the c-word, f-word, p-word, d-word--yes, yes, all the bad words--invisible unicorns, outrageously sized penises, cocktail recipes, leather pants, no pants, and healthy eating tips, then this book might not be for you. (But feel free to gift it to your naughty, slutty friend with the gutter mouth.)
