Fantasy Lover (Dark-Hunter Series Prequel)by Sherrilyn Kenyon
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/p>/i>/p>/i>
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
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By Sherrilyn Kenyon
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"Honey, you need to get laid."
Grace Alexander flinched at Selena's overly loud voice in the small New Orleans café 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?
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, and every horse for that matter, in the Vieux Carré to hear?
"Keep your voice down," she said, then added dryly, "I don't think it's the business of my patients whether or not I'm a born-again virgin. And as for the Age of Electronics, I really don't want to get personal with something that comes with a warning label and batteries."
Selena snorted. "Yeah, well, to hear you talk, most men should come with warning labels." She lifted her hands up to frame her next statement. "Attention, please, Psycho Alert. Me, he-man, am prone to nasty mood swings, lengthy pouts, and possess the ability to tell a woman the truth about her weight without warning."
Grace laughed. She'd rattled off that spiel about men who needed warning labels countless times.
"Ah, I see, Dr. Sex," Selena said with an imitation Dr. Ruth accent. "You just sit there and listen to them spout off all the intimate details of their sexual encounters while you live like a lifetime member of the Teflon Panty Club."
Dropping her accent, Selena added, "I can't believe after all the stuff you've heard in your sessions that none of it has ever gotten your hormones revved."
Grace gave Selena a droll look. "Yeah, well, I am a sex therapist. It wouldn't do my patients much good for me to have la petite mort while they're in the middle of spewing out their problems. I mean really, Lanie, I'd lose my license."
"Well, I don't see how you can advise them when you won't go anywhere near a man."
Grimacing, Grace led the way back to the other side of the square, across from the Tourist Information Center where Selena's tarot card and palm reading stand was set up.
When Grace reached the small card table draped with a dark purple cloth, she sighed. "You know, I would date if I could ever find a man worth shaving my legs for. But most are such a waste of time that I'd rather sit at home and watch reruns of Hee Haw."
Selena gave her an irritated smirk. "What was wrong with Gerry?"
"His fondness for mining nose gold. Especially during dinner."
Grace just looked at her.
Selena threw her hands up. "Okay, so maybe he did have a little gambling problem. But then, everyone needs a hobby."
Grace glared at her.
"Hey, Madam Selene, you back from lunch?" Sunshine asked from the next stand over where she hawked her sketches and pottery.
A few years younger than them, Sunshine had long, black hair and always wore clothes that reminded Grace of a fairy princess.
Her costume today was a wispy white skirt that would have been obscene if not for the pale pink leotard beneath it and a pretty peasant blouse.
"Yeah, I'm back," Selena said as she knelt to unlock the doors on her metal wheeled cart that she secured every morning to the wrought-iron gate with a bicycle chain. "Did I get any interest while I was gone?"
"A couple of guys took your business card and said they'd be back after they ate."
"Thanks." Selena placed her purse inside the cart, then pulled out the dark blue cigar box she used to hold her money, her tarot cards that she kept wrapped in a black silk scarf, and a thin, yet humongous, brown leather book Grace had never seen before.
Selena put her large-brimmed straw hat on her head, then turned and stood.
"Did you get all your pieces marked?" she asked Sunshine.
"Yes," Sunshine said as she grabbed her purse. "I still say it's bad luck. But at least if anyone wants to know the price for anything while I'm gone, it'll be there."
A rough-looking biker pulled up to the curb. "Hey, Sunshine," he shouted, "get your butt over here. I'm hungry."
Sunshine waved her hand dismissively. "Keep your chains on, Harry, and lay off or you'll be eating by yourself," she said as she walked slowly toward him. She climbed up on the back of his motorcycle.
Grace shook her head at the two of them. Sunshine needed dating help a whole lot more than she did.
She watched as they drove past the Café du Monde. "Ooo, I bet a beignet would be good for dessert."
"Food is no substitute for sex," Selena said as she placed the cards and book on her table. "Isn't that what you keep telling —"
"All right, you've made your point. But really, Lanie, why are you suddenly so interested in my sex life? Or more importantly, the lack thereof?"
Selena handed her the book. "Because I have an idea."
Now that was something that chilled her to her bones, even in this wretched heat. And Grace didn't frighten easily. Well, not unless it involved Selena and one of her cockamamie ideas. "Not another séance?"
"No, this is better."
Inwardly, Grace cringed and wondered what she'd be doing right now if she'd had a normal roommate her first year at Tulane instead of the flighty Gypsy wanna-be Selena. One thing was sure, she wouldn't be discussing her sex life in the middle of a crowded street.
In that instant, she became acutely aware of their differences. She stood in the humid heat wearing a thin, sleeveless Ralph Lauren creme silk dress, her dark hair pulled back into a sophisticated chignon while Selena wore a long flowing black broomstick skirt with a tight purple tank top that barely covered her ample chest.
Selena's shoulder-length frizzy brown hair was pulled up with a black leopard silk scarf and she had huge silver moon earrings hanging to her shoulders. Not to mention the silver mine she had strapped to both her wrists in the way of about a hundred and fifty silver bangles. Bangles that jingled every time she moved.
People had always remarked on their physical differences, but Grace knew Selena hid her astute mind and insecurity behind her "exotic" attire. Inside, the two of them were far more alike than anyone would ever guess.
Except for Selena's bizarre belief in the occult.
And Selena's insatiable appetite for sex.
Moving to stand beside her, Selena forced the book into Grace's reluctant hands and thumbed through it. Grace did her best not to drop it.
Or roll her eyes.
"I found this the other day in that old bookstore by the Wax Museum. It was covered by a mountain of dust, and I was trying to find this book on psychometry when I came across it, and voilà!" Selena pointed triumphantly at the page.
Grace looked down at the picture, then gaped.
Never had she seen such a thing.
The man in the picture was riveting, and the picture absolutely shocking in its detail. If not for the deep impression marks on the page where it had been drawn, she would have sworn it was an actual photograph of some ancient Greek statue.
No, she corrected herself — a Greek god. Surely no mortal man could ever look that good.
Standing in full naked glory, the man oozed power, authority, and raw, animal sexuality. Even though his pose was a casual stance, he looked like some sleek predator ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
His very veins stood out on a body made perfect with the promise of a hard, lean strength designed purely for feminine pleasure.
Her mouth dry, Grace trailed her gaze over his muscles, which bulged in perfect proportion to his height and weight. She followed the lean, hard muscles over the deep indentation that divided his pectorals, down the washboard stomach that just begged for a woman's touch.
To his navel.
And then to his ...
Well, no one had bothered to put a fig leaf there. And why should they? Who in their right mind would want to cover up so nice a masculine package?
For that matter, who would need anything with batteries around with that in the house!
Licking her lips, Grace looked back at his face.
As she stared at the sharp, handsome features that held just a hint of a devilish smile, she had an image of a breeze tugging at sun-kissed, tawny locks that curled around a neck made for suckling. Of steely blue eyes piercing in their intensity as he raised an iron spear over his head and shouted.
She felt a sudden stirring in the thick, hot air around her, one that seemed to somehow caress her exposed skin.
She could almost hear the deep timbre of his voice, feel strong arms wrap about her and pull her back against a rock-hard chest while warm breath tickled her ear. Feel strong, competent hands roaming her body, giving her delight as they sought out her most private places.
A chill stole up her spine, and her body throbbed in areas she'd never known a body could throb. It was a fierce, demanding ache she'd never before known.
Blinking, she glanced up at Selena to see if she'd been affected the same way. If she had, she gave no clue.
Grace must be hallucinating. That was it! The spices from the red beans had finally seeped into her brain and turned it to mush.
"What do you think of him?" Selena asked, finally meeting her gaze.
Grace shrugged in an effort to subdue the slow burn of her body. Still, her eyes lingered on his perfect form. "He looks like a client I signed up yesterday."
Well, it wasn't exactly true — the guy she'd seen had been fairly attractive, but nothing like the man in the drawing.
She'd never seen anything like him in her life!
"Really?" Selena's eyes darkened in a way that warned her she was about to begin her long lecture on kismet and chance meetings.
"Yeah," she said, cutting Selena off before she could start. "He told me he was a lesbian trapped in a man's body."
Selena's face fell. Grabbing the book from her and slamming it shut, Selena glared at her. "You know the weirdest people."
Grace cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't say it," Selena said as she took her usual seat behind her table. She placed the book down beside her. "I'm telling you, this" — she tapped the center of the book twice — "is the answer for you."
Grace stared at her friend, thinking how true to form Madam Selene, self-proclaimed Moon Mistress, looked sitting behind her tarot cards and purple table with the arcane book beneath her hand. At that moment, she could almost believe Selena was a mystical Gypsy.
If she believed in such things.
"Okay," Grace said, giving in. "Quit stalling and tell me what that book and picture have to do with my sex life."
Selena's face became gravely earnest. "That guy I showed you ... Julian ... is a Greek love-slave who is completely controlled by, and devoted to, whoever summons him."
Grace laughed out loud. She knew it was rude, but she couldn't help it. How in the world could a Rhodes scholar with a Ph.D. in both ancient history and physics, even one with Selena's idiosyncrasies, believe in something so ludicrous?
"Don't laugh. I'm serious."
"I know you are, that's what makes this so funny." Clearing her throat, Grace sobered. "Okay. What do I have to do? Strip off my clothes and dance by the Pontchartrain at midnight?" The corners of her mouth lifted even as Selena's eyes darkened in warning. "You're right, I'd get sex all right, but I don't think it'd be from some gorgeous Greek love-slave."
The book fell from the table.
Selena jumped with a shriek and scooted her chair back.
Grace gasped. "You pushed that with your elbow, didn't you?"
Her eyes as round as saucers, Selena slowly shook her head no.
"'Fess up, Lanie."
"I didn't do it," she said, her face deadly serious. "I think you offended him."
Shaking her head at that nonsense, Grace fished her sunglasses and keys out of her purse. Yeah, right, this was just like the time in college when Lanie had talked her into using a Ouija board and Lanie had made it say that Grace would marry a Greek god by the time she was thirty and have six kids by him.
To this day, Selena refused to admit that she'd been pushing the planchette.
And right now it was too hot under the August sun to argue. "Look, I need to get back to the office. I have a two o'clock and I don't want to get caught in traffic." She pulled her Ray-Bans on. "Are you still coming over tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll bring the wine."
"All right then, I'll see you at eight." Grace paused long enough to say, "Tell Bill I said hi and thanks for letting you come over for my birthday."
Selena watched her walk off and smiled. "Just wait until you see your birthday present," she whispered, picking the book up from where it had fallen. She trailed her hand over the soft tooled leather, brushing away a few grains of dirt.
Opening it back up, Selena stared at the gorgeous picture, and at eyes that were drawn in black and yet somehow gave the impression of a deep, cobalt blue.
For once, her spell would work. She was sure of it.
Excerpted from Fantasy Lover by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Copyright © 2002 Sherrilyn Kenyon. Excerpted by permission of St. Martin's Press.
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In the past two years, New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon has claimed the #1 spot twelve times, and since 2004, she has placed more than 50 novels on the New York Times list. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre she writes. With more than 23 million copies of her books in print in over 30 countries, her current series include: The Dark-Hunters, The League, Lords of Avalon, BAD Agency, Chronicles of Nick and Nevermore. A preeminent voice in paranormal fiction, Kenyon helped pioneer and define the current paranormal trend that has captivated the world. She lives with her husband, three sons, a menagerie of animals and a collection of swords.
New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes, including manga and graphic novels. More than 70 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, Deadman's Cross, Chronicles of Nick, Hellchasers, Mikrochasers, and The Lords of Avalon. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.
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I wasn't expecting a romance novel, despite the title, but that's what this was, an incredibly detailed and sexy romance novel. If you've ever dreamed of having a man who loved you just the way you are and only wanted to pleasure you day and night, read on. In case you haven't realized by now, this book is not for children. It is a bit lacking in plot, especially when compared to Kenyon's later books in the series, but we can forgive her this first try and just enjoy the warmth of the story that is the meeting of Julian and Grace. Grace is a bright young, self-concious woman with a debilitating history with sex and relationships. In an attempt to make her move forward, a friend brings over a spell book that promises one month of bliss with the ultimate love slave. Needless to say, Grace is less than convinced. But the spell works and brings forth Julian, a demigod who has been trapped in the torture of the spell book for thousands of years. This book is everything it promises to be and serves as a nice introduction to the entire Dark Hunter series.
This book, although not officially part of the Dark Hunters series is an awesome start to a world of romance, adventure and fantasy. Once you enter the world of Sherrilyn Kenyon's writings you'll never want to leave. I loved this read! It's creative and well written. Enjoy!
This was my introduction to Sherrilyn Kenyon and the world of the Dark Hunters and I must say - I'm hooked! I read this book in about 5 and a half hours. I just couldn't put it down. I found the story to be unique and extremely romantic. I won't go into the storyline or plot for fear of ruining it for future readers. I will say that if you are looking for a good book to curl up with - this is the one. I highly recommend all the Dark Hunter books!
I absolutely LOVE this series. It's everything paranormal with sexiness and action to boot! The Dark Hunters are the rough around the edges type with hearts of gold that the average doesn't see....only meant for their loves they find in each story. I didn't think I would like Zarek when first introduced to him. UNTIL, I read "his" story Dance With The Devil. Now I'm a big fan of his quirky, tough guy attitude. All of the DH's have unique but extraordinary personalities and gifts. It's nice to read a love story from the man's point of view and still enjoy some action packed scenes! Way to go SK!
I was so excited to read this when I got it as a gift for Christmas, and now that I read it, I found myself flying by it so quickly. But I loved every short second of it. Only because I am an exceptionally fast reader. But just within the first couple chapters I understood the advise of one reviews printed in the book 'make sure to wear oven mitts when reading.' It's a must have, late night reading.
The first half of this book was what I can only describe as...lame. The entire potential for intrigue and mystery in the story was practically handed to you on a platter, and it frankly took the fun out of reading it. Fortunately, after the first half, the story started picking up and the characters began to come alive to me. This wasn't the best romance novel, but the redeeming second half was good enough to encourage me to read Kenyon's popular "Dark Hunter" series - hopefully those novels will start off stronger. If you enjoyed the storyline, you might also like "The Pleasure Slave" by Gena Showalter. Even though it is second in a series, I found it entertaining and tantalizing enough as a stand-alone novel (and, incidentally, a bit better than "Fantasy Lover"). Also, the strong characters reminded me of the "Sons of Destiny" series by Jean Johnson - also very good.
I actually really liked this book it was not what I was expecting and I'm glad I picked it up. I felt that the beginning of the book was something me and my best friend would do for kicks so I really related with the main character. The only reason I gave this a 4 out of 5 stars was because I didn't really feel there was much of anything besides the love story and I know, I know its a romance but I wanted something a little more. This book is more the kind of book to be passed among friends and shared but not to be kept for ones self.
I picked up this book on a whim. I flew through it and have since purchased all her books. She is a great author with wonderful stories and imagination. This is a must read for any romance or book enthusiast. Sherrilyn has wonderful writing style. Her stories flow from one book to the next. The characters keep returning with more back stories and new adventures. She remains consistent and does not lose focus on the stories or characters. It is great how she keeps bringing back characters in different ways. The stories are both romantic and full of action. Sherrilyn keeps the stories fresh and with new ideas and she had a great imagination. Check out her other books. She is a must read author. Don't forget about her B.A.D. series. Looking forward to the Nic Chronicles. We is a wonderful character and looking forward to reading more about him. A must read for any one.
The picture in the antique book could not have been more perfect. Drawn with uncanny precision, the man portrayed in the image was without flaw, godlike and incandescent. Grace Alexander knew the legend surrounding the exquisite engraving: Julian of Macedon, a Greek love-slave who would be completely controlled and devoted to whomever summoned him from the pages of the book. A ridiculous story, really, but as a single woman with her 30th birthday right around the corner, she wishes it might be true. So in a tipsy, girls night out with a slightly off-center friend, Grace calls to the beautiful warrior frozen on the page of parchment. To her astonishment, he comes to her. Even as desire wells inside him for the woman who's called him, Julian feels a terrible relief. He is free from his prison for another full moon. Kissed by the goddess Aphrodite, he has beauty, courage, and strength beyond mortal men. But those blessings led to this curse. All he had is gone, his money, his status, even his greatest accomplishments on the battlefield. He is a nothing but a play toy for any woman who wants him, without even the dignity of being able to choose whom he desires. He lies between the pages of the book as if in a tomb, frozen, mute but conscious of his surroundings and the constant hunger and thirst that tear him apart. He pursues Grace, longing to appease his hunger, quench his thirst and sate the desire that rages inside him. Only she does not want to have sex. She wants to talk. She wants to take him places and give his mind flight. And she speaks of freedom. As Grace learns about the blindingly beautiful man she called forth, she is appalled at his history. Enchanted desire or not, she cannot bring herself to use him as the curse mandates. Her regard for him grows. For Julian, no one has looked at him as if he were a man and not a thing. Desire burns within him to the point of madness, yet his heart quietly begins to love. But can this woman truly break the curse that binds him, or will his newfound love be just another part of his spellbound hell? I could not wait to read this book just because the story line was so intriguing. The incredible conflict inherent in the characters' situations sounded fascinating and I really wanted to explore it. Let me tell you, the book does not disappoint. For something new and very well written, this book is your next best buy!
Great book! This is technically the #0/1 of the dark hunter series!
Sherrilyn Kenyon’s start to the Dark Hunter’s series is everything I had hoped for and more! Thousands of years ago Julian of Macedon was cursed into a book by a God, only to be released on the night of a full moon by a woman who holds his book while saying his name three times. For a month until the next full moon, Julian is compelled to fulfill the woman’s every sexual need without finding pleasure for himself until one day he is released by a woman who different from all the rest… Grace Alexander may be a sex therapist but she is having a dry spell, if you can still call four years without sex a dry spell. But that is about to change if her best friend and gypsy woman, Selena, has anything to say about it! Stumbling upon an old book in the book store with a sexy naked Roman warrior on the pages Selena convinces Grace to perform the ritual to set him free on the night of Grace’s birthday. Thinking the whole thing is just another one of Selena’s eccentrics Grace goes along with it and when nothing happens she’s not surprised. But after Selena disappointedly returns home Grace has the shock of her life when a gorgeous golden and very naked man appears in her living room. However Grace doesn’t want to have meaningless sex, no matter how tempting Julian is, and she knows that they have no future together because they come from two completely different worlds. But Grace is determined to help Julian escape his curse; will they be able to find the loop hole in time though? And once they do, will Grace and Julian be able to fight their attraction long enough to accomplish the task? Wow, what can I say about Fantasy Lover besides that I absolutely LOVED it? Full of love and laughter I was glued to the pages the whole time! Julian is just a toe-curling hero, a former general and all-around bad-ass warrior he is strong, determined and down-right sexy. But being trapped as a sex slave for centuries upon centuries has made him emotionally cold and reserved. Your heart will break from all the suffering he has had to endure at the hands of the Gods. Grace though truly shines as his light of hope. Grace is insecure with herself, bookish and not very social, and despite being a sex therapist she is fearful of getting into another sexual relationship after being burned by a past boyfriend. Julian sees the sensuality buried deep within her though and slowly earns her trust enough to bring it out. Their journey in love was sweet and real. Sherrilyn Kenyon definitely knows how to tease and torture readers though leaving you sexual frustrated right along with the characters! Fantasy Lover was entertaining and well written keeping me intrigued with each page and absorbed with the characters, and with wacky friends and mischievous Gods there were plenty there to keep you occupied. The story moved at a great pace and I really couldn’t have asked for anything more. Fantasy Lover was a fantastic read blending Greek Mythology, fantasy and romance together for the perfect escape. I recommend this to all romance readers, an amazing start to a series that I expect great things from!
Sherrilyn Kenyon is a guilty secret of mine that does not seem like much of a secret anymore. I think that I can safely that the cat is out of the bag and in the canary cage. It is not however eating the cream. While I try to think if those saying even work with what I was trying to say why don't you read my review. I would be the first person to tell you that the Dark Hunter series all have a very set formula to them. They show all lot of the same things in slightly different ways. For an example there is always a female lead that has some kind of mental/physical problem that the male lead is trying to look for in his prospective partner. In this particular book we have Grace who is a sex therapist who has a phobia of being used for sex because of a past experience and Julian who was cursed into a scroll that is now a book where he has to please the person who says his name three times for a whole month. They meet, bad things happen, and throughout the book they not only overcome them but they fall madly in love. If that was the only thing that this series had going for it I don't think that it would have been much of a pleasure for me. What I absolutely can not abandon is the mythology behind the books. They have Greek gods, Roman gods, and later even Atlantean gods. Then there is the Dark Hunter and the Were Hunters. I love how intricate the books are and the way that they have so much going for them besides just being really funny and almost illegally cheesy. That is a warning for all of you who can't stand cheesy scenes where characters dialogue may just kill you because of the complete weirdness of it all. There is an actual scene in the book where Grace has an cartoon/manga moment in which she talks to herself aloud with no one in the room with her on how Julian had better watch out for her. She didn't think it but she full on says it while she is outside with the evil smirk included. So I have to say that chances are if you want to learn something philosophical or meaningful in every book that read read this is not the one for you. Neither are any of the books in this series. However, if you don't mind some really interesting mythology, some steamy scenes, and ignoring some really ridiculous dialogue I think that you will have a high chance of liking this book or any one of the books in the series.
This book started the Dark-Hunter series for me. Once I started I couldn't stop. Kenyon made me fall in love with all the characters. Because its a series, it would benefit a reader to read them in order. They build upon each other and the imagination and creativity of Kenyon seems never ending.
I know this was the first book, but once I've read all of them from this series, I will begin again. So far, I've read this book at least three times and can never get enough.
I bought this book with high expectations based on the reviews I'd found on here and the gushing recommendation of fellow Karen Moning readers, I was so dissapointed that I ended up returning the book two days later. It was a poorly written book with bad, and at times corny, dialogue. The hundred and fifty some pages I forced myself to read were repetitive and the plot was thin and predictable. It had a few interesting elements, the book, the greek myth, and I was sad that such great ideas were done so poorly. After the bad writing and overload of 'holy quacamole!' I honestly can't figure what everyone seems to see in this book.
I was at B & N picking up J R Ward's Lover unbound when a lady stopped me and told me that if I loved Ward's novels I should read Kenyon's as well. She even directed me the first in the series. As soon as I started reading Fantasy Lover, I knew without a doubt that it was going to be painful to read. I have no idea what those reviewers where talking about. I wanted to throw this book after the second chapter. There's absolutely no comparison between Ward & Kenyon. The first sentence in Ward's books grips you instantly.
Amazingly good...well done
Bn, can you please delete the pornographic posts on here? It is so disgusting to read book reviews and suddenly run across these porno posts. Cant these posters be banned or something?
I always have this book on standby when I want a good read. It can still makes me laugh and still bring a tear to my eye every time I read it.
We get it, he is hot... Never been so annoyed by the constant reminder of how hot someone is and how much you want him. It was probaly 3/4 of the book. I love the Dark Hunters series and Im glad this was just a side character. I loved him but Grace? Was annoying.
Only 242 pages ... wish it was longer!!!
When it comes to fantasy romance this book is not one of my favorites. I enjoy fantasy but the whole concept of the male lead being trapped in a book and released only to be a sex slave was a bit silly to me.
I found myself rolling my eyes a lot at the level of writing in this book. I shouldn't expect more from a book coming out of the romance section, but I refuse to give into this notion that romance has to be cheesy and of low quality.
I can't deny that this was an entertaining read, but entertaining doesn't always mean good. It certainly doesn't in this case. If you are needing something to occupy you or help you escape into a cheesy world, by all means, read this. But if you want good and wholesome characters and a wholesome story, you're in for a disappointment.
I loved the first book for the Dark-Hunter series. I really like the mystical world that Sherrilyn Kenyon created for her series. It truly is a twist on old boring history classes.
This series is highly addictive! once you start your not gonna want to stop! It's incredible! I'm soo inlove with this series!