All E wanted was a little money, but a tipsy bout of desperation ends with her accidentally conjuring Plutus, the Greek god of wealth.
She is nearly done with her master's in library science, yet New York has left her out of loans, out of options with her department, and out of luck with the pretentious old-money boss who will not raise her pay.
Snarls, sarcasm, and desire flare between E and the haughty, horned, fanged, handsome god, who gives her a pair of red-bottom shoes.
Dawn brings her insecurities roaring back, and she runs even as he prepares to fight for her in every sense.
A thesis, a suspicious boss, and heavy emotional baggage still stand between them, and her fear may cost her a god worth more than gold.
