When she accompanied her aunt on a tour to Egypt, Elissa
McLaughlin expected only a week of sun, sand and ancient monuments. She
certainly did not expect to find herself back in the dangerously tumultuous
time of the woman Pharaoh Hatshepsut, nor to be regarded as a pleasure woman by
a handsome general, and most certainly not to be flung into the center of
political intrigue simply because she has an astonishing resemblance to the
pharaoh’s daughter.
At first Elissa’s only thought is to get back to her own time,
but as her attachments to the general and the pharaoh and the land of Egypt
itself grow she is torn between the life she knew so far in the future and the
life and love she is finding there. As the country erupts into chaos with the
invasion of Thutmosis III in his attempt to take over the throne he regards as
rightfully his, Elissa and her love are caught between the warring factions. To
save their lives she is forced to make Passion’s Choice.
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Excerpt :
“As to the first part of your question,
blonde one, I don’t know,” he answered with casual disdain. “Moises found you
lying on the ground. Weren’t you told it’s inadvisable to wander around here
alone? As to the second part of your question, we are the only ones who are
supposed to be here. I am not accustomed to an audience.”
What
the devil was he talking about? Elissa
stole another veiled glance at him. He was seated behind the table, but the
area was so shadowy Elissa could do no more than get an impression of bigness,
a vague handsomeness, relative youth.
Shadowy?
At the height of a brilliantly blistering day? Surely the fabric roof wouldn’t
be enough to keep out all the light! The tent flap was partially open, but
through it only darkness was visible. Was it night?
It
had been early afternoon when she fell – she had fallen, hadn’t she? Elissa’s
mind was still distressingly hazy on those last few seconds before the
darkness. Yet it was dark now; surely they hadn’t just let her stay here with
out leaving any sort of a message or doing anything... Aunt Suzy wouldn’t let
them!
Not, a dark part of Elissa’s mind added grimly, if she were
able.
What
had happened?
A
native caution awoke in Elissa. Before the trip her constantly timid mother had
lectured her repeatedly about the danger of going to the Middle East and
putting herself within easy reach of all kinds of white slavers and terrorists
and such. Of course Elissa had laughed, but now it didn’t seem so funny.
“Where’s
my aunt? Her name’s Suzy McLaughlin...”
Where
was Suzy? Had she fallen too, been hurt and in the confusion of getting her aid
had Elissa been forgotten and left behind? Surely someone would remember that
there had been a young American woman in a white dress with her? Surely they
couldn’t all forget her! For a moment it was all Elissa could do not to succumb
to blind panic.
“I
would like to see my aunt. Now, please!”
“And
I said I do not care for an audience, my reluctant blonde one!” The man’s voice
was still gentle, but the humor had faded and there was steel beneath the
softness. Moving like a cat, he rose from the stool and walked to the side of
her bed, full into the lamp’s faint spill of light.
Elissa
gasped. Even though the voice had unquestionably been a man’s, she hadn’t
thought that he would be so very masculine, nor so very attractive! In spite of
everything, her treacherous body reacted with a shiver of pure appreciation.
All her resolutions about remaining cool and detached evaporated as an
uncontrollable backfire of sensual fantasy ran through her body.
Tall
and leanly muscular, he just might have been the most handsome man she had ever
seen. Three parallel scars ran across his smooth, suntanned chest like silver
ribbons. His hair was pale brown and cropped short, lying on his well-shaped
head in a cluster of soft curls. Green eyes the color of a calm sea looked out
appreciatively from an exceptionally handsome face.
If
he had looked angry, his long, roughhewn features could have been forbidding;
even when he was smiling, the determined glitter in his eyes made Elissa
definitely uncomfortable.
That
wasn’t all. Somehow Elissa had expected him to be dark, but he wasn’t. His arms
and shoulders and legs were burnished to a rich coppery color by the sun, but
where the sun never touched his skin was the pale color of cream.
There
wasn’t any question about it, because he was completely nude.
Author Bio
Janis
Susan May is a seventh-generation Texan and a third-generation wordsmith who
writes mysteries as Janis Patterson, romances and other things as Janis Susan
May, children’s books as Janis Susan Patterson and scholarly works as J.S.M. Patterson.
Formerly
an actress and singer, a talent agent and Supervisor of Accessioning for a
bio-genetic DNA testing lab, Janis has also been editor-in-chief of two
multi-magazine publishing groups. She founded and was the original editor of
The Newsletter of the North Texas Chapter of the American
Research Center
in Egypt,
which for the nine years of her reign was the international organization’s only
monthly publication. Long interested in Egyptology, she was one of the founders
of the North Texas chapter and was the closing speaker for the ARCE
International Conference in Boston
in 2005.
Janis
married for the first time when most of her contemporaries were becoming
grandmothers. Her husband, a handsome Navy Captain several years younger than
she, even proposed in a moonlit garden in Egypt. Janis and her husband live
in Texas with
an assortment of rescued furbabies.
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