Mimi Jean Pamfiloff’s God of Wine is snarky paranormal romance at its finest. Her third in the Immortal Matchmakers, Inc. series focuses on the God of Wine and Intoxication, aka Acan, aka Belch. Yes, Belch. And what a fitting name it is for the God who is, well, always partying and intoxicated. However, a seismic shift in the universe has created a change with our Gods who will turn evil (if they are good) and good (if they are evil) unless they find their mate. For Acan, this could spell disaster for millions of people on earth. His powers already are too strong on New Year’s Eve, the holiday where everyone goes crazy with drink and partying. If he were to turn evil before then? Millions could end up dying.
So! Acan needs to figure his crap out, make himself presentable to women so that he’ll have a better chance of attracting his mate, and then make his match with said woman official, all before New Year’s Eve. With New Year’s Eve only a few weeks away, this doesn’t leave a lot of time.
Should be easy, right? Except our lovely Belch is crude, crass, overweight, and often forgetting to wear pants. Sure, he’s hired an assistant to make sure that he at least doesn’t go around streaking people in public, but when he’s always drunk and intoxicated, pants are easy to forego when Belch has no idea where said assistant even is.
Acan looked down—way, waaay down since he was over seven feet tall—at the stumpy little weight-lifter dude with bleach blond hair, wearing a black spaghetti strap tank top.
“What?” Acan pushed his snarled brown hair from his eyes, but it wouldn’t move. Why is my hair so sticky? Was it always like this?
Stumpy dude’s eyes flashed to Acan’s groin. “Pants, man. Pants. I mean, yeah, that’s a huge shlong, but there’s a time and a place to impress the ladies. Yunooo?”
Acan looked at his lower extremities. “Hell.” He’d forgotten his pants. Again. And his fucking underwear. Again.
Our God of Wine has a bit of cleaning up to do. So when he comes in contact with his fated mate, it’s definitely not love at first site. Not when the woman is hell bent on knocking down everything about Acan. She doesn’t drink. She is an exercise freak. She is repulsed by his vulgarity. It’s a trainwreck that IS happening.
“Get. Out. Of my. Gym,” she snarled.
“Are you refusing to assist me?”
Why did she seem so hocked? Didn’t he remember their last interaction? Or the one prior to that?
“I don’t allow disgusting, womanizing drunken slobs in my gym,” she growled.
“Ah, I see. You are nothing but one of those judgmental trolls who enjoys criticizing others less physically perfect. I should’ve known.” He lowered his head, placing the tips of their noses together.
Yep. This was going to be impossible He and Margarita Seville are night and day. Oil and water. Fire and Ice.
Yet despite this man being the exact opposite of what she needs, or so she thinks, there’s a repulsive attraction she can’t deny.
No way. She stepped back, pushing her ass all the way against the edge of her desk. How could she want him? No. No. Not possible. She looked at his giant beer belly, unkempt hair, and unoned legs and arms, feeling revolved by the lack of pride in his appearance. Yet…he still had a beautifully masculine face—strong jaw, full lips, and deep, soul-penetrating turquoise eyes that gave her good bumps. Was he really seeing through her, right into her soul, or was that her imagination running wild due to lack of sleep?
This enemies to lovers trope is deliciously funny, yet also sprinkled with moments of profound introspection and depth. The pacing is fast and the scenarios our characters find themselves in are so off the wall they’re hilarious. Bonus, we’re treated to the continuation of the God Zac and the human woman he can never have, Tula. Their relationship comes to a head, and then all hell breaks loose. I’m making my opinion known now, Please! Give Zac and Tula their own book. Ms. Pamfiloff is still up in the air about that relationship arc and if it will continue to appear throughout other couples’ books or if they’ll have their own. Again, my two cents? Their own. But I digress. God of Wine is just damn good fun. And as we enter into the holiday season, it’s the perfect escape book to read.
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Tanya is a fanatic of all things romance, dabbles in Happily Ever Afters under the pen name of Lily Kay, and teaches sociology part-time. You can follow her on twitter @tamushamu, @AuthorLilyKay, or on facebook.com/Authorlilykay.