Sherrilyn Kenyon
Fantasy Lover
Dark Hunter novel # 1

Dear Reader

Being trapped in a bedroom with a woman is a grand thing. Being trapped in hundreds of bedrooms over two thousand years isn't. And being cursed into a book as a love-slave for eternity can ruin even a Spartan warrior's day.
As a love-slave, I know everything about women. How to touch them, how to savor them, and most of all, how to pleasure them. But when I was summonded to fulfill Grace Alexander's sexual fantasies, I found the first woman in history who saw me as a man with tormented past. She alone bothered to take me out of the bedroom and into the world. She taught me to love again.
 But I was not born to know love. I was cursed to walk eternity alone. As a general, I had long ago accepted my sentence. Yet now I have found Grace - the one thing my wounded heart cannot survive without. Sure, love can heal all wounds, but can it break a two-thousand-year-old curse?

Julian of Macedon

 

(...) Grace did what most any woman would do while confronting a naked man in her living room. She screamed.
Then she ran for the front door. Only she forgot about the cushions that were still on the floor where they'd piled them. trpping over two, she went sprawling.
No! she silently cried as she landed in a painful heap. She had to do something to protect herself. Terrified and shaking, she scrambled through the cushions, looking for a weapon. Feeling something, she pulled her and up, only to find a pink bunny slipper.
Damit! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wine bottle. Grace rolled toward it and grabbed it in her hand, then whirled to face her intruder. Faster than she could react, he wrapped his warm hand around her wrist, tenderly immobilizing it. "Are you hurt?" he asked.
Good gracious, but his deep masculine voice was rich, with a thick, lilting accent that could only be described as musical. Erotic. And downright yummy. Her senses dulled, Grace looked up and...
Well...
Quite honestly, there was only one thing she saw, and it made her face hotter than Cajun gumbo (...)