Grapes, Not Wine

He's the god of revelry. She's sworn off chaos. What could possibly go wrong? When Dionysus, god of wine, drama, and indulgence, slips down from Olympus to attend an AA meeting, he doesn't expect to stay. But then he meets her-Harlow, with acid-green hair, a don't-touch-me glare, and a lifetime of heartbreak tucked behind her sharp wit. Sober, cynical, and allergic to bullshit, Harlow doesn't need saving. What she needs is support-and a very firm reminder that gods don't exist. Especially not flirtatious ones with too-perfect smiles and a mysterious talent for making the best damn coffee she's ever had.

But Dionysus isn't here to fix her. He's here to walk beside her. To help her find her creative spark again. To build a home filled with late-night ice cream, chaotic art projects, and a kitchen table that invites confessions.

As their connection deepens-from friendship, to temptation, to something that feels like fate-both are forced to reckon with desire, truth, and the myths they've built around themselves. But when godly secrets and mortal boundaries collide, can love survive without losing what matters most?