She’d travel through time to find her one true and forever love.
Maggie Owen is a beautiful, spirited Egyptologist…but lonely. Even being in Egypt on a grant from the college she teaches at to search for an undiscovered necropolis she’s certain lies below the sands beyond the pyramids of Gizah doesn’t give her the happiness she’d hoped it would. There has always been and is something missing. Love.
Then her workmen uncover Ramose Nakh-Min’s ancient tomb and an amulet from his sarcophagus hurls her back to 1340 B.C – where she falls hopelessly in love with the man she was destined to be with, noble Ramose, who faithfully serves the heretic Pharaoh Akhenaton and his queen Nefertiti.
She’s fallen into perilous times with civil war threatening Egypt. She’s been mistaken for one of Ramose’s runaway slaves and with her blond hair, jinn green eyes and fair skin she doesn’t fit in. Some say she’s magical and evil. Ramose’s favorite, Makere, attempts to kill her.
The people, angry the pharaoh Akhenaton has set his queen Nefertiti aside and he’s forced them to worship his god, Aton (instead of their many Egyptian gods), are rising up against him.
Maggie’s caught in the middle of it in a dangerous land and time she doesn’t belong in.
In the end, desperately in love with Ramose, will she find a way to stay alive and with him in ancient Egypt–and to make a difference in his world and history?
Because Maggie has finally found love.
The other men began yelling while the slaves were stone.
The soldier tackled me from behind and we tumbled into the dirt. I had to use the defensive moves I’d learned in my old life regardless of what he'd think of them. I had to protect myself.
The soldier hurting me wouldn't stop unless I stopped him and I was fighting for my dignity, my body, as well as my life. I had no choice but to fight and fight I did. I thought I was holding my own against him when abruptly, he ceased attacking me.
A heavy silence had suddenly settled over everything. No one spoke and nothing stirred. I was on the ground and glanced up to see frozen slaves and soldiers alike. For a moment I thought something weird had occurred again.
My hand went to the amulet, but it was cold and dark. It wasn't that.
Then the soldiers bowed and everyone else fell face forward in the dirt. Ground statues. Hadn't I also seen this before in those old movies?
No one moved, except for one man.
He was high up on an exquisite snow-colored horse, peering down at me, curious interest mingling with disapproval in his eyes. Even on horseback he seemed larger than the other men. His skin was lighter than any of the others around but yet not as pale as mine.
He wasn't dressed in rags or soldier's gear as everyone else, he was clad in rich gold cloth which shone in the sun like the jewels around his neck, arms and fingers.
There was color smudged above his jet-black eyes. His hair, covered in a swatch of dazzling white pleated linen, what I could see of it, was just as dark. The saddle he sat on and his bridle sparkled with silver. It was easy to see he was a person of wealth and power.
He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. But his eyes... full of intelligent arrogance... were flat and cold. Here was a man who cared for little.