Eros, God of Love, is very much alive and involved in 21^st century mortals’ quest for true love in this mischievous tale of love lost and found. But perhaps not for long. “I’m phasing you out,” says Jove, rattling his lightning bolt. “People no longer need your ministrations….What can even a perfectly placed arrow do for a woman with a beeper in her breast pocket, someone too armored to even feel the ping? What can a man racing to work babbling into earphones and poking his iPad know about the delicacy of stardust, the subtlety of the nectar of a purple flower, or other demonstrations of your art?” Despite the gloomy performance review, Eros manages to negotiate a deal with his Boss: one year to pull off one perfect match. Our Hero picks Evan Cameron as his project, a literary gentleman with high standards in the romance department, working on an anthology of the greatest love letters of all time.  He’s also  “a hunk: an athletic, brainy hunk actively looking for love. We have a catch here, not just a candidate.” But it doesn’t help that Jove has insisted on handicapping the God of Love:  he isn’t allowed to use magic or potions, and may stage only one divine intervention.  When Evan falls for a former New York City ballerina-turned-Vermont-maple-syrup farmer, Eros doggedly nurses along Evan’s courtship. Needless to say, nothing unfolds according to Evan’s, or Eros’s plans. But, in the end, good things happen to good people, and the pile-up of satisfying surprises makes this novel an especially heartwarming pick-me-up.

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