ABOUT THE BOOK
“…we only see what we want to see…what we expect to see…”
Discover what’s hidden—a powerful, mythic race, an ancient
Egyptian prophecy, and a love strong enough to shatter the boundaries of time.
Alexandra Larson isn’t human…but she doesn’t know that. As far as
Lex is concerned, she’s simply an ambitious and independent archaeology grad
student with a knack for deciphering ancient languages, especially the various
forms of Egyptian. When she’s recruited to work on her dream excavation, her
translating skills uncover the secret entrance to an underground Egyptian
temple concealed within Djeser-Djeseru—the famous mortuary temple of Queen
Hatchepsut. Lex is beyond thrilled by her discovery…as is the enigmatic and
alluring excavation director, Marcus Bahur.
As the relationship between Lex and Marcus heats up, a series of
shocking revelations leave the young archaeologist reeling. Once Lex discovers
the truth of her ancient Egyptian roots—the truth of her more-than-human
nature—the people she trusts most make one final, terrifying revelation: Lex is
the central figure of a four-thousand-year-old prophecy. She is the only thing
standing between the power to alter the very fabric of time and an evil
megalomaniac…who also happens to be her father. As events set in motion over
four millennia ago lead Lex and Marcus from Seattle to the heart of Egypt, the
fate of mankind depends on one thing: the strength of Lex’s love.
AN EXCERPT
“This is all so strange, you know?
It’s like a dream I could wake from any moment,” I said, my voice hushed.
Marcus’s arm tensed in mine. “Would
you want to wake up?” He sounded a little sad.
I hugged his arm with both of mine
and said, “Not anymore.”
When Marcus abruptly stopped, I
almost slipped on the slick brick path. With his free hand, he turned me to
face him. His cool, leather-clad fingers cupped either side of my face, tilting
it up so he could examine my features better in the light of a distant
streetlamp. I could feel the faint kiss of each snowflake as it landed on my
face.
“What are you, Alexandra Ivanov?” he
breathed. “What are you and what are you doing to me?” As his deep, silky voice
released each word into the starless night, he leaned closer. Our individual
white puffs of breath slowly merged, becoming indistinguishable.
“But—”
“Shhh, Little Ivanov,” he murmured,
closing the distance between our mouths. His lips touched mine with the
faintest possible pressure, brushing first one way, then the other. When I
tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back just enough to maintain the maddening
softness.
I slipped my fingertips into his
coat pockets, pulling his body closer to mine, and groaned in frustration. I
wanted more. I needed more.
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