Kate Martin's talent for getting in trouble proves to be the history changing find of the century when she uncovers a map leading her to the lost tomb of Amenemhet the Third. What she finds is not Amenemhet but a lost pharaoh of the Thirteenth Dynasty known only as the Scarab King. Pursued by priests called the Shedty, she finds herself in the protection of the Priests of Amun Ra, who are sworn to protect the Royal Bloodline. The High Priest shows her that magic of Ancient Egypt is still strong even in the 21st Century when he awakens the Scarab King from his immortal slumber. To her surprise, a linen wrapped mummy does not rise from the golden coffin but a magnificently handsome warrior whose honey-brown gaze sears her right to her melting bones.
    Cursed to live forever by a lovesick priest, imprisoned in a sarcophagus for over three thousand years by his vengeful sister, Setti thought things really couldn't get any worse until he is awakened in the 21st Century. Fresh out of his coffin, he is attacked by the Shedty who seek to put him back in. A RA priest uses the sacred Black Book of Fire to send Setti back in time, accidently sending Kate, too. Together, they must stop Setti's enemies from raising the Pharaoh Queen, SobeKnefru, from the dead and make her an immortal in the future. Setti faces another challenge--his growing admiration for Kate. She is quite unlike any woman he has ever known and despite the fact trouble follows her like a plague, he finds she is more than his equal in wit and determination. Honor ingrained in him as tangible as the traditions learned since birth, Setti knows he must do what is right for Egypt and not what his heart wants most--Kate.
      Will magic and the Gods set a cursed man free or will his destiny forever keep him from the woman he desires to love for eternity?
CURSE OF THE SCARAB KING
**Copyright protected Mar. 2007
FOR YOU, MOM!!!!!
      "Give us your jewels or your woman dies!"
        Instinct took over. Setti dodged past one theif, striking another in the nose with a broad fist. Wrenching the crude sword from the unconscious man's limp grasp, Setti swung it from side to side, demostrating his skill. They looked to one another, unsure whether to attack or not. A bold man rushed forward, wildly swinging his sword. Setti easily hit the man between the eyes with the hilt of his sword, knocking him out, too. The others warily circled Setti as he shifted, keeping an ever watchful eye on their advances. The nearest man rushed him, distracting him. Another suddenly threw a dagger at Setti. Enraged, Setti roared, striking both sword and fist until none were left standing. Leaving his attackers bruised and shaken, he stood alone in the sandy street breathing hard, glancing at them, sword held ready.
         The thieves scrambled to their feet, terrified by what they saw. They watched the tall Egyptian stride toward their leader who held the woman.
          "May Allah be merciful!" The leader whispered fearfully, his dark eyes widened further, suddenly recognizing the expensive belt and shawl which they wished to steal. The ruby-eyed scarabs glittered in their torches' light as did the blood red amulet hanging from around the Egyptian's neck. "You are the Scarab King! We heard you were buried four years ago. How can you be here and--somehow alive?" Swallowing back the lump in his throat, unbelieving what protruded from the proud Egyptian's bare chest.
          Glaring at the thief, Setti growled at him, "Release the woman and leave before I decided to send you all to the Underworld!"
           Frightened, the clearly shaken man immediately did as he was told. The woman plopped to the ground and scooted away, coming up short when her back pressed against the building. Her violet eyes wide with terror, Setti squatted down on his powerful haunches, making sure she was unharmed. Crying, she started hiccuping, unable to stop. When he reached out a concerned hand to wipe away the dirty tears from her cheek, he stopped short when she frantically tried to stay out of his reach. Frowning, Setti glanced down at where she stared. Shaken by what he saw, Setti swallowed hard and took hold of the ivory-handled knife embedded deep in his heart. Yet, he lived and breathed. Pulling it free, he grew amazed no blood gushed from the wound, remaining only a drak stain on the blade.
           "Are you well?" Setti asked her, alarmed by the color disappearing from her freckled features.
           "Am I...well?" she exclaimed in total disbelief. "I am not...the one...who had a...knife in my...heart!"