Marrying Jon, Clio imagines her life could not be more complete. Soon after their honeymoon, his ambition to build his new wine distributorship becomes an obsession. As his new client, Dion, insists on more and more of Jon’s time, he lures Clio to his side. Michelangelo’s David has nothing on godlike Dion, who charms her with his old-world ways. But he can’t make her break her vow to Jon. The more time she spends with Dion, the greater her sense of danger. When Jon disappears, Clio runs through the vineyards to look for him. What she finds astounds her, and threatens their future " and Jon’s life. Can her love save him?

EXCERPT

On the wall opposite his bed hung a portrait. The likeness stunned her. “Oh my God. How did you…?” When could he have had a portrait made of her?

“She’s my wife.” He sat on the bed and stared at the painting, his eyes like glass. “Ariadne.”

“Your wife?” She walked closer, the portrait almost breathing, as though she were looking in the mirror. “It’s amazing.”

“When I saw you, it was as if….” He lay back on the bed, laid his forearm across his eyes.

“Oh, Dion.” She sat next to him. Ariadne. She’d heard that name before.

“I miss her so terribly.” Pain cracked his voice.

“I’m sorry. If I had known….” She couldn’t finish"what? She wouldn’t have come here?

He sat up and held her shoulders. “Ariadne. My princess.” His voice held an unfamiliar gruffness.

“No. I’m Clio.” She pushed at his arms.

With one swift movement, he twisted her beneath him. “The Fates brought you back to me.”

The Fates. Ariadne. Dion…. Her mother had told her bedtime tales when she was growing up. The realization hit her. “Dionysus.” The God of the Vine.

It couldn’t be, didn’t make sense.

Hearing his true name, his face alighted with happiness. His mouth sought hers. A life force flowed from the portrait through Clio’s veins, overwhelmed her senses, as if she’d drunk a case of his wine.