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
"You know, I would date, if I could find a man worth shaving my legs for. (Grace)"
"Cupid, you worthless bastard, I summon you to human form! (Julian)
Gee, I can't imagine why he wouldn't respond to that. (Grace)"
"I worry about the men of your time, Grace. They all seem to be great fools. (Julian)"
"There's only so many times you can kick a dog before it turns viscous. (Julian)"
"You want the bad news, or the really bad news? (Eros)
Oh, let’s see…how about we make my day special, and start with the worst, then work our way up? (Julian)"
"I waited two thousand years for you, Grace Alexander," he whispered in her ear. "And you were worth every second of it."