HIS MISSION: Find Pants. Lose Belly. Win Girl. Save World.
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.
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?
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.)