Fantasy Lover

Sherrilyn Kenyon Fantasy Lover

An Ancient Greek Legend

Possessed of supreme strength and of unrivaled courage, he was blessed by the gods, feared by mortals, and desired by all women who saw him. He was a man who knew no law, respected no quarter.

His skill in battle and his superior intellect rivaled the very names of Achilles, Odysseus, and Heracles, and 'twas written that not even the mighty Ares himself could ever defeat him in arms.

As if the gift of the mighty War God wasn't enough, 'twas also said that on his birth, the goddess Aphrodite kissed his cheek, and secured his place forever in mortal memory.

Blessed by Aphrodite's divine touch, he grew into such a man that no woman could deny him her body. For when it came to the Art of Love, he knew no equal-his stamina far beyond that of any mere mortal man. His desires hot and wild, he could never be tamed.

Or denied.

Golden in skin and hair, and flashing the eyes of a warrior, 'twas said his presence alone was oft enough to satisfy women, and once touched by his hand they would become blinded by pleasure.

None could stand against his charm.

And so out of jealousy came a curse to endure. One that can never be broken.

Like poor Tantalus, 'tis his plight to forever seek his satisfaction, and never fulfill it. To yearn for his summoner's touch and to bring about her complete and utter pleasure and satiation.

From full moon to full moon, he will lie with her, make love to her, until he is again forced from this world.

But beware, for once his touch is felt, it is branded into his lover's memory. No other man shall ever satisfy her again. Because no mere mortal male can compare to a man of such beauty. Such heat. Such intrepid sensuality.

Behold the cursed.

Julian of Macedon.

Hold him to your breast and call for him three times on the wings of midnight under the weight of a full moon's light. He will come to you then, and until the next full moon cycle, his body will be yours to command.

His only goal will be to please you, to serve you.

To savor you.

In his arms, you will learn true paradise.

Chapter 1

'Honey, you need to get laid.'

Grace Alexander flinched at Selena's overly loud voice in the small New Orleans cafe where they sat, finishing up their lunch of red beans and rice. Unfortunately for her, Selena's voice possessed a lovely octave that could carry plainly through a hurricane.

And it was followed by a sudden hush in the crowded room.

Glancing at the nearby tables, Grace noted the men had stopped talking, and turned to stare at them with a lot more interest than she cared for.

Ah jeez! Will Selena ever learn to keep her voice down?

Worse, what will she do next, strip naked, and dance on the tabletops?

Again.

For the millionth time since they had first met, Grace wished Selena could get embarrassed. But her flamboyant, often extravagant pal didn't know the meaning of the word.

Grace covered her face with her hands and did her best to ignore the curious onlookers. An urge to slink beneath the table, followed by an even greater urge to kick her companion, consumed her.

'Why don't you speak a little louder, Lanie?' she whispered. 'I don't think the guys in Canada were able to hear you.'

'Oh, I don't know,' the gorgeous brown-haired waiter said as he stopped by their table. 'They're probably headed south even as we speak.'

Heat stole up Grace's cheeks as the obviously college-aged waiter gave her a devilish grin. 'Is there anything else I can get you ladies?' he asked, then looked pointedly at Grace. 'Or more precisely, is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?'

How about a bag for my head, or a stick to beat Lanie with?

'I think we have it,' Grace said, her cheeks scalding. She was definitely going to kill Selena for this. 'We just need our bill.'

'All right, then,' he said, pulling their ticket off and scribbling across the top of the paper. He set it down in front of Grace. 'Just give me a call if I can be of any further service.'

It was only after he left that Grace saw his name and phone number on the top of the bill.

Selena took one look at it and laughed out loud.

'Just you wait,' Grace said, suppressing a smile as she totaled her portion of the food on her Palm Pilot. 'I will get you back for this.'

Selena ignored the threat as she fished in her beaded bag for her money. 'Yeah, yeah, so you say. If I were you, I'd hang on to that number. He is a cute little thing.'

'Young thing,' Grace corrected. 'And I think I'll pass. The last thing I need is to be locked up for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.'

Selena slid her gaze over to where the waiter leaned with one hip against the bar. 'Yeah, but Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike over there might be worth it. I wonder if he has an older brother?'

'I wonder how much Bill would pay to know his wife spent her entire lunch hour ogling a kid?'

Selena snorted as she placed her money on the table. 'I'm not ogling him for myself. I'm ogling him for you. It was, after all, your sex life we were discussing.'

'Well, my sex life is just hunky-dory, and not the business of the people in this restaurant.' Tossing her money on the table, Grace grabbed the last bite of cubed cheese and headed for the door.

'Don't get mad,' Selena said, following her out into the busy crowd of tourists and regulars thronging Jackson Square.

A lone saxophone played jazz above the cacophony of voices, horses, and car engines as a wave of Louisiana heat assaulted her.

Trying her best to ignore air so thick it could barely be inhaled, Grace wended her way through the crowd, and vendors' booths that were set in front of the wrought-iron fence surrounding Jackson Square.

'You know it's true,' Selena said as she caught up to her. 'I mean, goodness, Grace, it's been what? Two years?'

'Four,' she said absently. 'But who's counting?'

'Four years with no sex?' Selena repeated loudly in disbelief.

Several onlookers paused to look curiously from Selena to Grace.

Oblivious as usual to the attention they collected, Selena continued without pausing. 'Don't tell me that you've forgotten this is the Age of Electronics? I mean, really, do any of your patients know how long you've gone without sex?'

Grace swallowed her cheese and gave Selena a nasty glare. Did Selena intend to shout it out for every human,