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When Victoria Bredehorst, a modern day woman, is killed by her husband she wakes to find her soul has been switched by the gods of Ancient Egypt. Thrown back in time to a strange place she finds herself sharing the body of Mayati, the wife of Khaemhat, one of the priests of Osiris. The normally charismatic and powerful Khaemhat is just as surprised when Mayati opens her eyes. Only hours before he had watched her die in childbirth. Devastated by the loss of his wife and child he had been holding vigil over her whispering prayers and hoping for a miracle.
Khaemhat quickly learns that things aren’t as they appear. Although his wife’s body has returned, her soul remains lost to him. The body he knew so well is now occupied by another woman, a woman he becomes increasingly intrigued by, a woman who is increasingly drawn to him.
Khaemhat is powerful yet tender. He is everything that Victoria’s husband, Neil, was not. Everything that she wished he had been. She is at once flooded by memories of her abusive life with Neil and visions of the life and the bed that Khaemhat shared with Mayati. As time passes and Victoria’s attraction to Khaemhat grows, the past becomes much more real and desirable than the present.
Is Victoria’s life truly over or is it just starting? Jennifer Mueller delivers a unique story in Egyptian Nights. You’ll find yourself transported along with Victoria to the banks of the Nile and a time long past. And, you’ll find yourself believing. Believing that even in death, beginnings can happen. Editorial Reviews:
From Linda, The Romance Studio
“Ms. Mueller has written a story that will not only charm the soul but also warm the heart.”
From Mireya Orsini, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“This is a story I’d definitely recommend to lovers of time travel romance.”
Excerpt:
Victoria forced her eyes open to find herself staring at a small statue of a cat with an earring glowing in the faint light of a single lamp. The man was not in the room. Night had fallen and even though it seemed as if he was there only moments before she had no idea how long she had been asleep. How long since he had wiped those tears away? The moon was full when Victoria ventured out the door. The dizziness had vanished, but her arm still felt as if she had been hit with a bat. It felt so real that she held it as if it was indeed broken even if it wasn’t. Her stomach felt as if she was in endless labor. How she had slept at all with the pain, she couldn’t understand.
A high wall shut out the rest of the world, though faintly she could hear the river close by. Tall palm trees reached to the sky but there before her were vineyards in the center of the compound, highly prized by the care that had been taken of them. Fishponds broke the monotony of trees and plants, magnificent flowers almost bent under the weight of the blooms. Arbors for resting were scattered here and there under the wide shade of ancient olive and fig trees. Under one of them, Victoria saw Khaemhat. He was in his mid twenties at most, maybe a bit younger. In the moonlight, he looked like a statue carved into the cliffs that she had seen in books. Fantasies weren’t this real were they? Victoria could see herself becoming another person to forget Neil, but if this was a fantasy, why would she want to remember every beating he had given her, but yet having nothing she knew around her? Wouldn’t she have herself know everything in the world she created if this was all an illusion?
Khaemhat spun around and before Victoria could say anything he had her enveloped in his arms. Neil . . . Victoria forced the thought of him away. Until she saw him again she was just going to have to push him out of her mind. Until she saw otherwise, she was free of him.
“How long have I been asleep?” It seemed the only safe thing to ask at the moment.
“Two weeks. The servants have been giving you wine and broth at meal times even if you never woke.” He answered huskily and she swore he was crying.
How could she tell him that his beloved was indeed gone forever? Oh God no! They hadn’t switched places had they? She hadn’t been saved only to put another in her place...
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