Leather Bound

PROLOGUE

An Ancient Macedonian Tale

Born of extreme strength and of unparalleled courage, he was kissed by the divine beings, dreaded by humans, and longed for by all ladies who saw him. He was one who knew no law and regarded no expert.

His expertise in fight and his unrivaled mind matched those of Achilles, Odysseus, and Heracles, and was so composed that not even the powerful Ares himself could overcome him in arms.

As though the endowment of the powerful War god adequately not enough, it was additionally said that on his birth to the world, the goddess Aphrodite kissed his cheek, and got his place everlastingly in mortal memory.

Favored by Aphrodite's heavenly touch, he developed into such a man that no lady could deny him her body. For when it came to the Art of Love, he knew no equivalent—his endurance a long ways past that of any simple man. His longings hot and wild, he would never be restrained.

Or denied.

Brilliant in skin and hair, and glimmering the eyes of a hero, his presence alone was said to be enough for ladies, and once contacted by his hand they would become dazed by delight.

None could remain against his appeal.

Thus out of desire came a curse to persevere. One that can never be broken.

Like helpless Tantalus, it is his situation to everlastingly look for his fulfillment, and never satisfy it. To long for his summoner's contact and to achieve her total and utter joy and satiation.

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

In any case, be careful, for once his contact is felt, it is branded into his darling's memory. No one else will at any point fulfill her once more. Since no simple human male can contrast with a man of such magnificence. Such hotness. Such brave arousing quality.

He is the cursed.

Stratonikes of Macedon.

Hold him to your bosom and call for him multiple times during the dead of the night under the full moon's light. He will come to you and from that point till the following full moon cycle, his body will be yours to order.

His main objective will be to satisfy you, to serve you.

To relish you.

In his arms, you will experience genuine heaven.

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.