Imagine, if you will, being able to sculpt the perfect man to your exact specifications - right down to the precise dimensions of all of his anatomical parts. You could model him after your favorite Greek god, or your favorite rock star, or male model, or athlete, or… you get the idea. Well, Alexandra sculpted a perfect replica of a Greek god and, as she was sculpting him, she fell in love with him a little more each day as he took shape.
The purpose of this sculpture of Darius, the playboy god, was all for a good cause: to raise money for a financially strapped orphanage. But just before Alexandra is to unveil the sculpture to a group of ladies, he comes miraculously to life, in exactly the condition in which he was sculpted - in other words, naked. Not that the exquisitely perfect body that she created is not tempting enough; now he is offering to make all of her fantasies come true. The question is, will she be able to resist temptation and give him one little imperfection so that he will turn back into a marble statue, or will the lure of unbridled passion with perfection be too much to turn down?
A Greek God At The Ladies’ Club is downright laugh-out-loud funny in several places. The entire premise is fresh and original, and McKnight makes the best of it. Just imagining the reaction of some of the ladies’ clubs in my hometown kept me giggling for hours after reading the book.
The plot and pacing is very easy to follow, and the descriptions of the ladies’ reactions are dead on - readers will be able to picture people they know reacting in the same way. The dialogue is believable and true to life. In short, this is a great book and would make a terrific Christmas gift for the readers on your list.