Owen Howard is starting to panic. What seemed to him to be an innocent gift has turned
his entire world sideways. Pursued by the women he meets, unable to understand what
is happening to him, he turns in desperation to the woman who gifted him with the
bracelet the night before. What she tells him is a revelation that will change his
How will Owen adjust? Will he embrace his destiny as a god's chosen vessel? Or will
he deny the pleasures of the flesh which are waiting for him on…Satyrday Night?
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Isabel took a sip of wine, her eyes bright. This was how things were meant to
be. Her son beside her, eating a meal as a family.
“Oh!” Owen said, brightening. “It looks like Anaya and I might be going out
“Really?” Isabel asked. She had to close her eyes briefly as a tide of jealousy
surged through her, bitter as gall. How dare she try to steal my Owen away from me!
She smiled at her son, hiding her pain. “How did that happen?”
Owen laughed. “God only knows. We were talking in the office this morning and
something just...clicked...between us.” He opened his mouth as if to continue, but
dropped his head, blushing as he took another bite of food.
Below the table, a knuckle cracked as Isabel clenched her fist. She raised her
shaking hand and took another sip of wine.
Filthy tramp! I know what she did. She pulled down her shirt and flashed her
Indian tits at him and he couldn't help himself.
Owen didn't set out to be a hero. When he rescued the woman in the grocery store
parking lot, he was just trying to help. But as a result, he found himself gifted
with a strange copper bracelet. Now women around him are acting strangely. Over the
span of one glorious summer day, Owen's life is turned upside down. Will he accept
his destiny as the messenger of a divine being? What will be his fate, and that of
the women in his life, on this wonderful “Satyr Day?”
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Phoebe sighed. “Owen, sometimes humans really are most remarkably dense.
“Did you really think you could accept the gifts you have been given, go on
with your life, and not have to give something in return? For everything there is
“And what price will I have to pay?” Owen asked tensely.
“Why, belief, dear child. Faith. Eventually, possibly, priesthood. Fortunately,”
she said, the smile in her voice clear, “the laws of your nation are amazingly lax.
You can set yourself up as a priest of Bacchus and the only thing that will happen
is that people will look at you a bit strangely.
“Some of the women you...serve...will be drawn to you. And your new faith.
Anaya. Isabel. Samara. Or Wendy, for example. There's a lusty piece of ass. I wish
I had known her when I was male. She would be a perfect choice to help lead your
new temple. She could draw in converts by the dozen. Male and female both.”
Owen's temper, already frayed, abruptly snapped. “This is ridiculous!” he shouted.
“I am not a priest. I am not going to start a church worshiping some long-gone Greek
god. I am not going to have a herd of horny women around me who worship Bacchus and
bring in converts.”
Phoebe's voice grew cold. “You don't want it, boy? Fine. Take off the bracelet.
Throw it away. Throw it all away. Go back to your tedious, soul-sucking job. Beg
for hours as a delivery boy, scrape for tips. Live one step up from poverty, if you
“Get your precious diploma. Find a job. Marry a woman with goals as small and
petty as your own. Accept mediocrity. Deny the possibility of beauty and power and
“And for the rest of your life, you'll always wonder.