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Wednesday, January 20, 2021

Wednesday Horu's Chosen #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #alternate history #ancient Egypt #Paranormal

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Blurb:
Seth, an undercover cop has been betrayed by his handler. To escape he calls a number on a flyer and is transported to an ancient Egypt he doesn’t understand. He must rescue the Daughter from the evil priests of Aken Re.

Merin is the Daughter. She must find the man who by wedding her will become Pharaoh. She plots to escape the priests of Aken Re and flee to those who years ago saved her life.

Can Seth and Merin find a way to defeat the priests? Is love the answer to their problems? Can they join with the Warrior of Bast and of Horu to bring unity to the Two Lands?

RT Review
Following on the heels of The Warrior of Bast, this story is filled with magic and fascinating characters. Those interested in ancient Egypt will find this an enthralling tale. A satisfying ending is presented for the hero and heroine, with a promising lead-in to the next story.

Excerpt: The hero's life is about to change.

Seth slipped into a dark doorway and waited. Five minutes. Ten. At the fifteen minute mark Tira exited and stopped to use her phone. Moments later she dropped something on the sidewalk and hurried away.

Seth dashed forward and picked up the paper and read.

Life got you down? Have unsolved problems?

Looking for an escape? The answer is in your stars.

A counselor is available night and day.

Dial 1- 800- 555- ASTR

He read the paragraph again. Truth or scam? Had this piece of paper lured Tira into danger? Should he follow her? He frowned and peered down the street. She had vanished. When he’d warned her not to go home, he’d done more than he should have. But he liked her and knew she’d done nothing wrong. Her sister’s murder had put Tira in danger. The cops would have questioned and released her. Then Ramon would have stepped in. Seth hoped she had a safe place to hide. Holding this thought close he tucked the flyer in his pocket and entered the coffee shop.

As he slipped into the rear booth his handler glared. “You’re late.

“Better late than identified.”

Bob Tolena rubbed his hand over his receding hairline. “What?”

“The girl who just left the shop was Luci Gray’s sister.”

“And you let her get away?”

Seth shrugged. He grabbed the cup of coffee and drained the bitter brew hoping a caffeine jolt would unclog his head. If he didn’t get some rest soon he would make a fatal mistake.

The waitress arrived and refilled his cup. She slammed a plate with a burger and fries in front of Seth. He glanced at the older man. “Yours?”

“Not. Eat. You look like hell.”

As soon as the waitress left, Seth looked up. “That lead to Ramos is dead. What now?”

“If you see that young woman, have her picked up.”

“Why? She’s innocent.”

“Don’t you think someone official should make that call? No matter. We’ll keep an eye on her.” The older man slid a piece of paper across the table. “There’s some new info surfacing. You still have an in at that church-run community center?”

“Sure.” Seth picked up the burger and took a bite. How much longer could he continue undercover? For two years he had slunk through the alleys passing information to his handler. Three drug busts based on what he’d learned had gone down. But the bosses wanted more and more. Ramos would be the biggest.

Seth’s hands shook. Would he ever see the end? He felt older than his twenty-five years. “I want out.”

“Not yet. You’re young. Hang in there for another year or two. About the center, Ramos is sniffing around.”

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Thursday, March 19, 2020

Thursday's Fifth Scene Horu's Chosen #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Paranormal #Alternate history #Egypt

“Merin. Merin.”

The soft call pulled her from a chaotic dream into the bright light of the day. “Yes.”

“Come to the pool. There is much you need to know and little time.”

Merin left her blanket and knelt beside the pool. She looked up and gasped. A tall woman stood on the other side of the water. She held a silver crook and wore a warrior’s kilt. Her face shifted from that of a beautiful woman to the likeness of a sacred cat.

“Goddess.” Merin felt as though this woman radiated the warmth of the sun.

“Listen to what I say. You must remember. The pharaoh-to-be has reached the delta. Something went wrong at the Horu temple. The priests of Aken Re infiltrated. You must find the Chosen of Horu and assist him in the quest given to him. He was sold to the nomarch of Mempho as a seven-year slave.”

“How will I recognize him?”

“Gaze into the water.”

The surface shimmered and an image formed. A man with a mane of dark brown hair and deep amber eyes appeared. Merin leaned forward. Handsome. His muscular body intrigued her. Her gaze swept from his head to his feet. His mouth curved into a smile that sent heat flowing to her core. She stared intently trying to memorize his features. One of her fingers touched his lips. The image shattered into ring-like waves.

Merin’s attention returned to the goddess. “Bast, protector of the people and the lands, once I find him has my quest ended.” As she waited for an answer she wondered what the surge of heat on seeing the Chosen had meant.

The goddess stood on the water and lifted Merin’s chin. “Your quest will end and his will begin. You must travel together and help him for he is a stranger to the Two Lands.”

“What is his quest?”

“To find the ancient jewelry of the first queen. Without the crown, the necklace and the armbands you cannot name him as the ruler of the land.”

“Then we must leave the delta to seek the pieces. The jewelry was at the temple belonging to Toth across the river from Tebes. Does it remain on the altar?”

“This is for you to discover. I was not present when the last of the foreign priests fled. You must also remember and obey the restrictions set by Horu on those who are given a quest. Should you step beyond those rules you will fail and the Two Lands will become a battlefield again and the outcome will go against those who honor the Three.”

Merin closed her eyes. She must find the man who stirred needs she didn’t understand. Would obedience be hard? Remembering how he had attracted her she believed keeping from him was a test.

When her eyelids fluttered open the goddess had vanished. Merin curled her arms around her knees. Though she tried she couldn’t remember the exact words from the scroll Namose had used to teach her to read. Knowing was necessary. Who could tell her?

With a sigh Merin returned to the blanket. Until the sun moved westward she must sleep. This time she prayed the chaotic images of the temple, the priest and Bast Ka would fail to invade her dreams.

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Sunday's Book features Horo's Chosen #MFRWAuthor #BWLAuthor #Alternate history #Paranormal

Horu's Chosen (An Alternate Egypt Book 2) by [Walters, Janet Lane]

Seth, an undercover cop has been betrayed by his handler. To escape he calls a number on a flyer and is transported to an ancient Egypt he doesn’t understand. He must rescue the Daughter from the evil priests of Aken Re.

Merin is the Daughter. She must find the man who by wedding her will become Pharaoh. She plots to escape the priests of Aken Re and flee to those who years ago saved her life.

Can Seth and Merin find a way to defeat the priests? Is love the answer to their problems? Can they join with the Warrior of Bast and of Horu to bring unity to the Two Lands?

RT Review
Following on the heels of The Warrior of Bast, this story is filled with magic and fascinating characters. Those interested in ancient Egypt will find this an enthralling tale. A satisfying ending is presented for the hero and heroine, with a promising lead-in to the next story.

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Thursday, December 13, 2018

Thursday's Fourth Scene Horu's Chosen #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Egypt - ancient #Alternate world fantasy

The early morning sunlight glinted on the sand and bounced off the rocks rising in erratic patterns from the ground. Merin gripped the saddle with one hand and the reins with the other. The swaying rhythm of the camel lulled her into a fugue state. Her eyes drifted shut and her thoughts wandered to the past. Once again she stood in the courtyard of the women’s court of the temple the priests of Aken Re had stolen from the priests of Toth.

The fat priest raised his hands. The strange words he chanted rose in pitch. Dark clouds gathered. Bast Ka, sacred cat of the goddess, grew larger and attacked. Merin screamed.

A soft meow and a rumbling purr pulled her from the scene that had haunted her for days. How much longer would she continue to see that incident on the day of her escape? That had been the moment she deserted Tira. Merin’s stomach lurched. She swallowed again and again to keep from spewing all she’d eaten and drunk during the long days of aimless flight.

Was Bast Ka an avatar of the goddess? With one hand she stroked the cat’s silky gray fur. With each touch she repeated the command she’d been given. “Go to the delta. Find the pharaoh-to-be.” Would finding him complete her task or was there more?

She glanced at the rising sun and knew midday would soon arrive. Shelter was needed. She scanned the horizon for a refuge from the sun’s hot rays. Did those distant rocks promise shelter? Were they really there or was this a vision caused by the bright light?

She touched the nearly empty water sack. What would she do if she couldn’t find a source of sweet water? Even with the water, her remaining food supply had dwindled and she had no coins to buy more. Once again she regretted the spooked flight,

She neared the jagged rocks and saw an order to their placement. Merin urged the camel forward. Bast Ka leaped to the ground and dashed away. When the camel reached the fallen stones she found a pool of clear water shaded by a rocky overhang. She tapped the camel and dismounted.

As she explored the rocks she realized this had once been a temple of Bast. Broken statues of the goddess and felines littered the ground. Who had done this? Had the priests of Aken Re and their guards murdered the women and men who served the goddess?

Before setting camp, Merin prowled the ruins. She found no bones of humans or sacred cats, only the shattered images. Though she wanted to blame the enemy for destruction there was no proof. The temple could have been laid waste during the war that had occurred in the year of her birth. She would never know the answers.

She hobbled the camel in a patch of grass beneath a palm tree. This done she set her camp. Bast Ka brought a huge lizard. Merin skinned the creature. She seared some of the meat in a small fire and added the rest and the last of the lentils to water and set it to cook beneath the sun’s heated rays. With a sigh she curled on her blanket beneath the wide overhang. The cat lay beside her.

Merin’s thoughts churned with questions. Would she ever learn what had happened to her friends? Were Namose, Tira and Kashe safe? Had they delivered the symbols of the rule to a safe place? Why had Bast Ka deserted Tira? Not that Merin disliked the cat’s companionship. Did the avatar’s presence mean she was now the focus of the goddess’ power?

A shudder racked her body as images of the death of Pian and the fat priest surfaced. The screams had deafened her and sent her into panicked flight, only pausing long enough the grab the packs she had prepared. The arrival of a saddled camel driven from the animal pens by a jaguar had seemed welcome. She had planned to stop at the temple for the queen’s jewelry but the animal had bolted through an opening in the gates.

Merin wasn’t sure how many days had passed since the escape. She’d succumbed to the panic and days had flown past before she’d thought to count. She shifted position and finally slept.

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Sunday, December 9, 2018

Sunday's Book Horu's Chosen #MFRWAuthor #BWLPublishing #Alternate world #Ancient Egypt #Sword and sorcery

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Wednesday Horu's Chosen #MFRWHooks #BWLPublishing #Egypt Ancient #Alternate world

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BLURB:
Seth, an undercover cop has been betrayed by his handler. To escape he calls a number on a flyer and is transported to an ancient Egypt he doesn’t understand. He must rescue the Daughter from the evil priests of Aken Re.

Merin is the Daughter. She must find the man who by wedding her will become Pharaoh. She plots to escape the priests of Aken Re and flee to those who years ago saved her life.

Can Seth and Merin find a way to defeat the priests? Is love the answer to their problems? Can they join with the Warrior of Bast and of Horu to bring unity to the Two Lands?

RT Review
Following on the heels of The Warrior of Bast, this story is filled with magic and fascinating characters. Those interested in ancient Egypt will find this an enthralling tale. A satisfying ending is presented for the hero and heroine, with a promising lead-in to the next story.

EXCERPT:

For a week plus two days Seth became a regular at the center. As well as martial arts he shot hoops with the younger boys and did his share of kitchen duty. He listened and watched. He found a spot in the alley that allowed him to look and listen to Father Joe’s meetings. Slowly he put the facts together. A few more days and he’d call his handler.

As he crouched at his listening post, Amara waved frantically. He went to her and saw the fear in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Ramos is here.”

“You sure?”

She nodded. “Saw him and the man who wants me. There’re with Father Joe. I ran.”

Seth pulled her close. “Avoid the center.”

“What will I do?”

He fingered the flyer he’d carried for weeks. Maybe Tira had escaped by calling the number. There’d been no sign of her and no reports of her body being found. If Ramos had her killed, the body would have been displayed as a warning. He removed the paper. “Don’t know if this means much but a friend dropped it. She was in danger and has disappeared. If things get too hot call the number.”

“Be careful.” She darted away.

Seth returned to his listening post. He peered through a small spot in the grime-coated window. A man slouched in a chair across from the priest’s desk.

“Way I see it, quid pro quo,” the priest said. “I give you the hotshot undercover cop and you keep away from the center. You and your men.”

“How do you know he’s the one?”

The priest laughed. “Bob Tolena gave me the name.”

Seth stiffened. Betrayed not once but twice.

Ramos chuckled. “Why the offer?”

“Better to sacrifice one for the many.”

Seth’s nails bit into his palms. So he was to be the sacrificial lamb. No way. He wondered how the priest could believe this would keep the center safe. If Ramos wanted in, he would find a way.

“His name?”

“Seth. Not sure that’s his real name but he’s here every morning at the martial arts sessions. He helps with the boys and in the kitchen. Send a man by in the morning and I’ll identify him.”

“What if he doesn’t show?”

“Then I’ll learn where he’ll be. Bob will tell me. Says the kid is becoming a liability.”

Seth’s gut tightened. His hands clenched. Damn, trouble had found him. He straightened and sped down the alley away from the center. He needed a safe place. He ducked into a doorway and hit a programmed number.

“How can I help you?” a woman asked.

“Read your message. I need a way out.”

She gave him an address. “When you reach the door, knock once, wait and knock twice. We’ll be waiting.”

Seth pocketed the phone. He crept from the alley and caught the first bus to arrive. Several changes later he reached his destination. As he mounted the steps of the brownstone his cell vibrated. He checked the number. No way would he answer. Let Bob Tolena and the priest wonder and worry. He dropped the phone and crushed it with his heel. Then he knocked in the sequence he’d been given.

The door opened to reveal an elderly woman with dark eyes and steel-gray hair. “How can I help you?”

Though Seth felt foolish he recalled the words he’d read on the flyer. “Need an escape. The answer is in my stars.”

She moved aside for enough for him to enter and led him down a hall where bright photographs caught his attention. He paused before one showing a hawk soaring over golden sand. He touched the bird with a finger.

“So that’s the one to interest you. Why?”

“The hawk is free.”

“And you?”

“Trapped and betrayed. I must escape.” Or at least hide here until I can come up with a plan.

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