Erotic Romance: Fantasy, Interracial/Multicultural, Suspense/Mystery, Time Travel
Cover Artist: Nika Dixon
Line Editor: Pam
Word Count: 20,410
Release Date: February 24, 2011
Four years have passed since Victoria switched bodies with Mayati, an Ancient Egyptian woman who died in childbirth. Now she has a new life with a new husband, and a child.
But since she's fallen into this new life she's found Mayati's behavior to be less than proper. When a neighbor is murdered and Victoria is accused Mayati's actions even if she's long dead are all important to clearing Victoria.
“Do you still have the pleated green robe? Wear it alone tonight to the banquet.” Strong hands pulled the diaphanous linen dress over her head. She knew he was making his fingers graze every inch as he undressed her. It was not as if the dresses covered that much, but it was some measure against a modern day woman’s morals rebelling at being naked. It had taken some getting used to, wearing dresses that left her breasts open for view. Not to mention they were sheer as a handkerchief, leaving every curve in sight. As sexy as they might have sounded, though, they were rather boring. They were dresses- not fashion- dresses. They never changed; year in, year out, same linen sheath dress. The only difference was some had two straps other than one, but none covered her breasts. If she wished to show off, she might tie a scarf shaped piece around her and cover up. But usually she would just wear more jewelry. No one noticed anything when covered in jewels.
Victoria sighed as his hands touched her, warm with perfume; the scent filled the air, even overpowering the flowers. “I’m naked then.” Victoria protested, but his hands kneading the knots in her shoulders made it a weak protest.
He was chuckling in her ear. “I know. Why do you think I want you to wear it? Emuishéré thought Cyprinum would go well with gold dust covering every wonderful inch of you.”
“I had a child a year ago.”
“I am no longer a priest, and if I am able to enjoy you every night, I wish to see you. All of you.”
Victoria tried to turn and look at him, but he held her still.
“No longer a priest?” Victoria asked, but gentle hands slipped to her front, caressing her breasts still large from the child. The oil made his hands glide over her with a touch barely there as she felt him growing hard against her back. He only kissed her neck as he continued distributing the oil to every inch of her body. And then . . . and then his hand slid between her legs. Victoria buried her gasp in his neck, not moving her mouth, afraid the voices she could hear below would hear her.
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