Dana’s one-time friend, Ellie, sends her an ancient scroll from Egypt. Not knowing there would be consequences for doing so, she opens it. Having an Egyptian god come to pass judgment was the last thing she expected. That it’s Mahes, the one Egyptian god she is obsessed with, makes it that much more unbelievable.
Mahes, the protector of maat, is sent to pass judgment on the mortal woman who has broken universal order by opening the Book of Thoth. He soon finds himself in a difficult position as his attraction for Dana grows.
With the help of his brother god Nefertem, Mahes and Dana set out to return the book before Dana is tempted to read from it, and in doing so, condemns herself to death.
Publisher's Note: This was previously published.
Dana felt as if her heart were now permanently lodged in her throat. She couldn’t believe she’d actually hit someone, but the proof was there, lying on the hood of her car. She had no idea where he’d come from. One minute the street was clear and the next he stood in front of her car. As the man moaned, she put the car in park and quickly got out to see how badly he was hurt.
She was grateful the street they were on was a quiet one and not in the downtown core. As the man tried to get up, she quickly pushed him back down. “I think you should stay still until we’re sure you aren’t badly injured.”
He turned his head to look at her and Dana forgot to breathe. He was gorgeous. Male model gorgeous. With her hand still pressed to his shoulder, she skimmed her gaze over his face. It was all planes and angles. His lips were firm, and she couldn’t stop herself from wondering what they would taste like. She licked her suddenly dry lips as she looked higher and encountered deep amber eyes that matched the color of expensive scotch. Along with his exceptional eyes, he had longish black hair and tanned skin, which only added to his good-looks. The corners of his eyes crinkled as a smile oozing with sex appeal spread across his lips.
Dana tore her gaze away from his face and tried to bring her raging body back under control. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you. Where are you hurt?”
“I can’t tell. Maybe you should check for me.” His voice was deep and his words were accented as if English wasn’t his first language.
Dana stifled a gasp as she placed her hands on the middle of his chest. She’d been a lifeguard at the local pool when she was a teenager so she knew a little bit of first-aid. That being the case, she knew he had to be checked for any major injuries before being moved. The only way for her to do that was to run her hands over his body, feeling for any broken bones.
The thought of touching his well-muscled body thrilled her more than it should have. She was supposed to be seeing how badly he was hurt instead of admiring how well the tight white t-shirt and blue jeans he wore showed off his hard body. Giving herself a mental shake, she got down to the business at hand.
Gently, so as not to hurt him, Dana ran her hands down each of his arms. His skin was warm beneath her fingertips. Finding no broken bones, she moved to his legs. She skimmed her hand down one and then back up the other. Unable to stop herself, she found her gaze pulled to the crotch of his jeans. There was no mistaking what the bulge there was. He seemed to be just as large in that area as the rest of him.
Looking back up at his face, Dana’s heart pounded. Arousal slammed into her, causing her body to liquefy. The way he stared at her said he knew she’d been checking him out, and he liked it. Her pussy throbbed, wanting to have the full, hard length of his cock deep inside. Flustered, Dana took a step back, trying not to read too much into the way his gaze followed her movements.
She cleared her throat, and said, “You appear to be okay. No broken bones.”
“Good to know.”
As he slowly sat up, Dana noticed the stain of blood on his side, marring the pristine whiteness of his t-shirt. With a cry of exclamation, she moved closer and lifted his shirt to examine the cut across the lower part of his ribs. It wasn’t deep, but it needed to be cleaned up.
“It doesn’t look as if it’ll need stitches, but you’ll have to have it taken care of.” Knowing what she was about to suggest was foolish to the extreme, she pushed on, anyway. “I only live a couple blocks from here. If you come to my place, I can take care of that for you. It’s the least I can do.”
Dana silently watched as he seemed to consider her offer. She would be taking her chances by inviting a total strange over to her house, but her gut told her to not let him go, and not because she found him extremely attractive. It was something much deeper than that. Something inside said she’d been meant to meet up with this man. It was her “gift,” as her mother had liked to call it. Dana had always been able to sense things others around her couldn’t. She didn’t know if it was just good instincts or really was a “gift” as her mother had said.
The man nodded. “I think I’ll take you up on your offer. I’m starting to feel as if I was hit by a car.”
He stiffly slid off the hood. Quickly, Dana came around to the passenger side and opened the door for him. He was a lot taller than he looked lying down. He had to be at least six-foot-four. He towered over her five feet four inches. Seeing how stiffly he moved, she stepped to his side to help him into the car. He leaned against her, pressing against her. With her bottom lip between her teeth, Dana quickly got him inside and closed the door. Back at the driver’s side, she took a deep breath in to slow her rapidly beating heart. She was acting like a lovesick teenager with her first crush. The feel of him leaning against her had sent her body into overdrive. Without looking down, she knew her nipples had hardened into tight little buds.
Dana slipped the car into drive and concentrated on the road as she drove the short distance to her place. She felt him watching her. To distract herself, she asked, “What’s your name? I’m Dana, by the way.”
“My name is Mahes.”
Dana turned to take a quick look at him. She now recognized Mahes’ accent. “You’re Egyptian?’
“How do you feel about your parents naming you after an ancient Egyptian god?”
“What do you mean?”
“Mahes was an Egyptian god. He was the son of Ptah and Sekhmet, who were part of the Memphis triad of gods along with their other son, Nefertem.”
“You seem to know a lot about the ancient gods of Egypt.”
“I should, I majored in Egyptian art and archaeology at the University of Memphis. I did my dissertation paper on Mahes. He’s not as well-known as the other gods, but he was no simple one. He was known as The Lord of the Massacre. He was a feline deity, so the priests bred lions at his temple in Leontopolis.”
Dana let her words trail off and mentally kicked herself. She’d done it again. She had a bad habit of talking too much whenever the subject of ancient Egypt, and most especially anything to do with Mahes, was brought up. She got so wrapped up in the subject it sounded as if she were conducting a lecture. Usually when that happened around men who weren’t in the same line of work as herself, their eyes glazed over in boredom. She lost count of the number of first dates who’d never called her for a second because of that very reason.
Taking a quick glance over at Mahes, she was surprised to see her speech had the opposite effect on him. She found his gaze riveted to her, staring at her with interest. After she reached her condo apartment, Dana parked her car in the underground parking garage and went around to Mahes’ side. He was already out and stood waiting for her. She wrapped her arm around his waist and let him lean on her as she headed for the security door inside the garage.