God Lord, give me strength. Please keep the local firefighters away from me. Keep me out of the path of hardened abs and tall men in uniform, for they are bastards, one and all. Amen

Hopefully, he’ll be able to persuade Hades not to kill you. That wouldn’t be conducive to the start of a good relationship.

To live an eternity in hell without one’s love. He supposed that could be perceived as somewhat vexing.

He was frigging Dionysus! The man who invented the three-way! He’d had sex every possible way known to man. He’d made improvements to the Kama Sutra. And he was suffering from a major case of wet noodle.

Um. I’m really good at first aid. Like, the best.” He was the god of healing, after all. He’d better be good at fucking first aid!

Yeah. I failed R&R in school. I was too busy studying for my anal retention classes.

Lord, she really hoped that was his penis and that Greek gods didn’t pad their briefs.

She opened one eye. “The goddess Artemis is going to talk to the supreme god Zeus … about me?” “Yup.” She closed her eyes again. “I’m so not okay.

Say what you want, princess. You are a recipe for premature ejaculation, if I’ve ever seen one.

It was his vocation to pleasure as many women as possible, in pursuit of his own pleasure. It was as close to a job as he got.