Sheer male interest filled his gaze which was entirely focused on her. She'd never before felt so female, so utterly desirable, so wanton.
~ Jo Grafford
Such is my curse, Branwyn O'Tyre. Every woman I touch is forced to lavish her affections upon me.
Lord help her, but she was instantly drawn to his scent - a mixture of smoke and salt and mystery - as well as his strength. The pulse of his heart, the hum of blood through his veins, the aura of power and danger surrounding him.
A year ago on my twenty-third birthday, I rebuffed the advances of a beautiful young woman whom I did not love. Alas, she turned out to be a sorceress. She repaid me by casting a spell that forces every female I touch to fall into a frenzy of lust. His mouth twisted bitterly. Thus she robbed me of one of mankind's greatest gifts - the ability to seek and find true love.
