Érōs – the Greek god of love and sex.
They said my presence changed the atmosphere in any room I entered.
According to my mother—it was in my name. According to my twin brother—it was in my soul.
The truth could be found somewhere in between. I led with love in all of my endeavors. I found it softened the most irate of mankind—regardless of the situation, love calmed, turned frowns into smiles, flattered, gave second chances, resulted in less anxiety, and, yes, swelled the hearts of women around the globe.
As co-owner of a popular nightclub in Houston, Texas, I built a reputation as one of the city’s most successful and respected entrepreneurs. Nothing rocked my axis—until I saw the most striking woman—a beauty with sienna skin and a pouty mouth enter the double doors.
She was a mystery to my knowledge, but something about her made me follow her every move. Distress and fear were etched across her face as a man at her side clutched her tighter than I liked.
Intervening in situations that didn’t invite me was never my style, but this night, I did, and despite the chaos that grew around me because of it, I couldn’t ignore our connection, even though it meant putting myself in danger. Even though it meant putting love to the side for war.