Kendra Miller finds herself intrigued by the gold pendant her brother sent her from Egypt. She finds the enameled blue lotus flower on it lovely, but the hieroglyphs engraved on the back are a mystery she wants to solve. After innocently translating the glyphs, she sets off a chain of events that can only end in disaster.
Nefertem, drawn to the woman who summoned him, knows his love for Kendra can only lead to heartache. Being bound to the pendant, his stay in her world is limited.
Together they try to stop the disaster Kendra has unwittingly set in motion. Nefertem fights the changes taking place inside him. If they fail, Kendra may pay for her actions with her life.
Publisher's Note: This was previously published.
A bright flash of light suddenly filled the room, practically blinding her. She threw up her arms to cover her face, trying to shield her eyes from the intense brightness. White spots danced before them. It took a few seconds of blinking to clear them so she could see properly again. What the hell had happened? Kendra knew of no light source in her house that could have caused such a bright light. Scanning the room to see what, if any damage there was, her gaze fell on something very disturbing. She was no longer alone.
There was a man standing in the middle of her living room. At least from the neck down she identified him as male. But his head was that of a large cat, a black leopard’s head to be exact. She must have made some small sound, because he turned to face her. This caused her to scoot back farther on the couch.
Now that Kendra had the front view of the man, her jaw dropped open. He had the most delicious body. His shoulders were wide and thickly padded with muscle, which she could easily see since he wore nothing but a short skirt along with two menet necklaces. With all that male flesh bared for her to look at, she did that very thing.
The man had a killer bod, one that a bodybuilder would have taken years to achieve. He was all muscle, right down to his well-defined six-pack abs. His legs were just as defined. She ran her gaze up his body and for the first time noticed the bow slung over his shoulder. The arrows for it, he carried on his back inside a quiver. She gulped in response.
She had no idea how long they stared at each other. By now she realized his head wasn’t that of a real cat, but some kind of full-head covering, a helmet of some kind, depicting a black leopard’s head. Through the eyeholes Kendra saw his light gold eyes were outlined in black kohl. The thing was an exquisite work of art, with all black enamel and what looked like real gold.
As he reached up to remove his head covering, Kendra flinched in response. He slowed his movement, as if he wished not to scare her any further. For the second time, Kendra’s jaw dropped open once he’d fully removed the leopard head. His face was a perfect match for his body. There wasn’t one thing wrong with his hard chiseled features, high cheekbones, fine straight nose, square chin and full seductive-looking lips. His black hair, he wore pulled back into a tail. It fell just past his shoulders in length.
He took a few steps closer and Kendra’s heart jumped into her throat. “Wait…wait, who are you? What do you want with me?” Her words drew him up short. He cocked his head in her direction, almost as if he hadn’t understood what she’d said.
“You don’t speak English, do you?” Kendra shook her head and chuckled to herself. “Of course you don’t. What a stupid question to ask. Obviously, you’re somehow connected to the pendant so you probably only speak ancient Egyptian.”
“Yes, but I speak your English now.” His deep baritone rumbled over her.
Kendra’s gaze flew up to his face. “You understand me? What do you mean you know English now?”
He smiled. “You ask many questions, but I’ll try to explain how I come to speak your language. To put it simply, you spoke the words in your English to summon me so I now know it as well.”
Kendra left the couch and walked slowly around the coffee table until she stood before him. “Is that what I did? I summoned you?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You possess the pendant. You had to know why it was created or you wouldn’t have spoken the words.”
Kendra felt her face flush a deep red. “Ah…not exactly.” As he took a menacing step toward her, she automatically backed up. Anger flashed in his golden eyes. “I’m sorry I summoned you, but honestly, I thought it wouldn’t work.”
“Well, as you can see, it did.”
“Okay. Let me think here. Since there’s a spell to summon you, there must be one to send you back to wherever you came from.”
He shook his head. “There’s not. What you’ve started can’t so simply be undone.”
“So you’re stuck here then?”
“Yes, at least for the time being.”
Kendra relaxed as his anger seemed to slowly leave him. He walked around her living room, touching the television, the phone, her stereo system. She figured it must be a lot to get used to, going from one time to another, and one that was so much further in the future.
Trying to distract him a bit, she asked, “What’s your name? I’m Kendra Miller. Since we’ll have to put up with each other until you leave, I should know what to call you.”
He stopped the investigation of her lamps and looked at her. “I’m Nefertem.” When Kendra showed no sign of recognition at the mention of his name, he sighed. “Where am I?”
“This is my house. I share it with my older brother, but he’s away on a business trip right now.”
“You’re alone here?”
Kendra snorted at his shocked words. “You have a lot to learn, Nefertem.” She liked his name. It was so ancient Egyptian, just like the man himself. “This is the twenty-first century and lots of women live on their own.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it. Can you tell me what city we’re in?”
“I live in Memphis.”
A look of hope appeared on Nefertem’s face. “If we’re indeed in Memphis, we must go to the Temple of Ptah, Hut-ka-Ptah.”
Kendra cringed at her mistake. She should have known Nefertem wouldn’t know there were two cities by the name of Memphis. “We can’t do that.”
He his eyes darkened with ire. “We have to. It’s imperative I get to the temple. Once there, I may be able to circumvent the spell. It’s the only way.”
Sighing heavily, Kendra went and put a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s not a question of not wanting to take you there, but more like being unable to go. I don’t live in Egypt. I live in Memphis, Tennessee, in the United States. Egypt is another continent altogether.”
He closed his eyes, then opened them, staring at Kendra as if seeing her for the first time. Feeling a trifle uncomfortable being under Nefertem’s close scrutiny, she swallowed hard. She wasn’t used to a man of his caliber staring at her as if he would like to devour her in one gulp. She didn’t dislike it, just the opposite. She liked it all too much. Her nipples tightened, begging to be touched. Her pussy ached and grew wet as a mental picture of his hard cock pumping into her flashed through her mind. If he kept this up, she would be offering to show him where her bed could be found, which wouldn’t do at all. Once burnt, twice shy, as the saying went. Her trust level in men was at an extreme low. And men like Nefertem didn’t offer commitments to women who looked like her.
Kendra cleared her throat and broke his regard. Once she had his full attention, she spoke. “You said there’s a purpose for your being here. What exactly would that be?”
“For now, all you need to know is since you were the one who summoned me, I now serve you. In whatever way you desire.”