He may be the god of fire, but he's not ready for this kind of heat.
Jeslyn
You'd think I'd have planned better. Or seen it coming. I am a matchmaker, after all. But when I find out my fiancé is cheating on me—at the altar of all places—I don't think. I just run.
Stealing his car and bailing on the wedding sounds like the best option. Until I run out of gas. In the middle of nowhere. In front of a biker bar.
And the burly mechanic who helps me? He's a rebound. One hundred percent. I don't care, until he claims he's the Greek god Hephaestus, and I'm a descendant of Pandora, and that my great-times-a-thousand grandmother's chaos follows me everywhere.
Hilarious, right? Except, it explains so much.
Hephaestus
I can fix anything. As the Gods of Thunder MC's mechanic, my job is to keep everything running smoothly.
When Jeslyn crashes into my quiet, predictable life, she throws smooth out the window. She's on the run from a cheating fiancé, something I am intimately familiar with.
So, I do what any hot-blooded Greek god would do. Let her hop on the back of my bike and take her on a road trip. Except, I've just learned something interesting. Jes is descended from Pandora, and Epimetheus needs her blood to free Pandora's soul. But Zeus won't let that happen.
I have to keep her safe. I can fix anything, but even I can't bring someone back from the dead.
