Baby, did you fall from Heaven? Being the deity of intoxication and ecstasy might just be the best job in the Cosmos. It certainly feels that way to Bacchus after he gets booted out of it. Mortal life is nothing but a complicated, emotional, pain-riddled struggle. If he can’t reclaim his divinity, he’ll settle for drowning his mortality in the pleasures of wine and women—especially women. Until he meets Ariana, that is. She’s just as beautiful as the other lovelies Bacchus plays with, but her beauty comes right from her soul, and it’s muffled by profound sadness. Bacchus burns with the need to heal it, and help her—and that might be exactly the trick to getting himself lifted back into the Pantheon. Too bad he knows a lot more about pleasure than love…65,000 Words