Khenet waited in Pharaoh's private chambers eyeing the gilded chairs pulled up to Pharaoh's ebony table, but no one, not even him, dared to sit without the ruler's express permission.
A dull ache had settled in his head and Khenet blamed the oppressive weather cursing the city. Unseasonal thunderstorms rumbling all night long had made sleep impossible. And I had that damn dream again. Rubbing his forehead, he sighed. Talk about bad omens. The palace summons had come to the barracks that morning before he'd even had time for breakfast. His stomach growled and he stiffened his spine. Whatever Pharaoh Nat-re-akhte needed him for, he swas ready. Too much leisure between battles wore on his nerves.
The door flew open and Pharaoh strode into the room, approaching Khenet. The ruler's face was more careworn than it had been a year ago, and a few gray strands prematurely peppered his short black hair, but the unusual green eyes were bright and sparkling as always. "My brother, it's been too long since we spent time together." They clasped arms, leaning in for a quick hug.
"Not since we harried those Hyksos raiders from the neighboring province," Khenet said, stepping back, eyeing the physical changes in Pharaoh's appearance. The cares of ruling Egypt are starting to weigh on him, clearly.
Pharaoh picked a handful of dates from a golden platter and sank into his favorite lion-footed ebony chair. Propping his bare feet on an ivory stool, he gestured at the ample spread of food on the table. "Will you have anything? Wine or beer, perhaps?"
Reaching for a meat roll, Khenet shook his head. "Early for beer, my lord."
Pharaoh poured himself a goblet full and, perhaps sensing Khenet's disapproval said, "Trust me, it's necessary today. Sit."
Khenet glanced at the closed door across from him. Unusual informality, given that he sent for me. This is no casual chat.
"We won't be disturbed--don't worry. But we also don't have much time." Having made the declaration, Pharaoh fell silent. He sipped at the beer and frowned, as if the taste failed to please him.
One did not speak unless spoken to in the presence of the Living God, but everything else had been unusual today. Khenet and his pharaoh did not stand on much ceremony when they were alone. Time to find out what's going on. "Your family is well?"
"Fine. The queen and my boy are healthy, praise the gods." Pharaoh set the goblet down with a thump, splashing beer on the table, and leaned forward, green eyes narrowed. "I need a personal favor. A dangerous, complicated task lies before me and only the right man can carry it out."
Action at last. Khenet straightened. "My brother has but to name the thing, and I'll undertake it."
Pharaoh held up one hand to forestall him. "Not so fast, brother. I'm seeking a volunteer, not giving orders today. The fact that I've started my quest with you doesn't mean you're required to accept. I had the Chief Scribe summon two other candidates, should you choose to pass on the assignment, but I won't lie--you're my first choice." The monarch waited until Khenet nodded, then leaned forward over the table, lowering his voice. "What we speak of must not go beyond these walls. The Great Ones are involved."
Betrayed, murdered, and buried without proper ceremony, Egyptian warrior Periseneb is doomed to roam the gray deserts of the dead as a ghost for all eternity.
But then the goddess of truth offers him a bargain: return to the world of the living as her champion for 30 days. If he completes his mission, he’ll be guaranteed entry into Paradise. Periseneb agrees to the bargain but, when he returns to the living world, two hundred years have passed and nothing is quite as he expected.
Neithamun is a woman fighting to hang onto her family’s estate against an unscrupulous nobleman who desires the land as well as the lady. All seems lost until a mysterious yet appealing ex-soldier, Periseneb, appears out of nowhere to help her fight off the noble’s repeated attacks.
Meanwhile, Periseneb’s thirty days are rushing by, and he’s powerless against the growing attraction between himself and Neithamun. But their love can never be. For his Fate is to return to the Afterlife, and Death cannot wed with Life…
After a childhood spent scorned and ignored by her family because of her crippled foot, Tyema was magically healed then installed as the High Priestess of his temple by Sobek the Crocodile God. But Tyema is still haunted by her memories, scarred by the abuse she endured. Despite Sobek’s protection, as an adult she’s become a near recluse inside the temple grounds…
Until Captain Sahure arrives in her remote town, sent from Thebes on an urgent mission for Pharaoh, requiring High Priestess Tyema’s help. From that moment on, her quiet, safe life is upended in ways she never could have expected.
But after a whirlwind romance with Sahure, the two part as Pharaoh orders him to undertake another assignment on Egypt’s dangerous frontier, far from Tyema’s remote town.
Heart-broken, Tyema is ready to return to her life of loneliness, official duties and, now, regret. But the Crocodile God has other plans for his priestess: she must uncover the sorcerer who threatens Pharaoh’s life with black magic. Soon enough, Tyema finds herself thrown into the chaos of Pharoah’s court, neck deep in intrigue and danger. Just when she thinks she can’t take the pressures of a very public court life and her secret investigation for the Crocodile God any longer, Sahure re-enters the scene.
But is her former love there to help or to hinder? Can they resolve their differences and work together to find the dark sorcerer who threatens Pharaoh and Egypt? Will the love between a proud warrior and a shy priestess lead them to a future together?
Sequel to Priestess of the Nile