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
summoned to fulfill Grace Alexander's sexual fantasies, I found the
first woman in history who saw me as a man with a tormented past. She
alone bothered to take me out of the bedroom and onto the world. She
taught me to love again.
But I was not born to 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