Dionysus: His Angel by E. Adamson

Dionysus
I am Dionysus, the Greek god of wine and the harvest. I jumped at the chance to come to the mortal world when Zeus invited me. He wanted me to play a game and I’d do anything to go. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know much about motorcycle clubs, but being in the Steel Chariots MC seemed interesting enough. My road name would be Brewer, and I was ready for whatever was coming my way.
I have always been the life of the party, and at first, I had a great time drinking and chasing women. Then some of the gods found mortal women and fell in love. My façade of happiness fell when their marital joy reminded me of the loneliness that had dogged me for centuries.
Suddenly, drowning my sorrows in the whiskey wasn’t making me oblivious to the festering wound of heartache inside me. Flirty women-only reminded me how much I missed having one woman who loved me despite my faults. I had to face the fact that I wasn’t happy anymore, much less the life of the party.
Then one night, she walked into the bar, and the world faded around me.
Everly is all that is beautiful in a woman, and with my heart pounding, I knew the fates had sent her to me. She is my salvation, my angel, and there was no doubt in my mind she is meant to be my wife. Now I just need to convince her I’m worth the effort.