Tomb of the God King
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by Julia Talbot
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When Christian arrives in Egypt as the man Friday to an eccentric American, he's hoping to get his chance to make history and establish his name in archaeology. What he doesn't count on is meeting brash hired gun, Eric Lawless, and falling into an uneasy partnership and ultimately love. He's not ready for what their digging exposes either, leading him, and Eric, into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, where old spirits and older gods lead them on a dance of deception and terror deep in the tombs of the Valley of the Kings.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2006 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2006
49 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [202 KB]
Reading time: 131-184 min.
My only thought, as I watched two of my employer's guards become fodder for an incredibly large creature with perhaps fifty tentacles, was that once I might have found such a sight odd. Now, however, the sound of men screaming and of flesh and bone rending seemed commonplace.
I should have, perhaps, begun at the beginning. The season of 1924 was unlike any I had ever attended. Thanks to the events of the previous year, the ones involving Carter and Carnarvon, Cairo proved even more difficult to navigate than usual. The Mena House seemed a veritable oasis of calm, and luckily for me, my employer had an invitation to stay there. Indeed, Mr. Alexander Royale, lately of New York, seemed to have an in to all of the correct places.
The saffragi lugged Mr. Royale's trunks up to his suite while I played valet. I opened one case and pulled out my employer's evening wear, for supper was to be a formal affair. Sighing at the wrinkles, I shook my head and began the arduous task of smoothing them out.
I had found, not long after joining Mr. Royale's employ, that his idea of the duties assigned to a dig organizer and my ideas were not, in fact, the same. His ideas constituted duties as social secretary, interpreter, haggler, and indeed, dresser. Only the astonishing salary of X pounds per diem kept me from throwing the job back at Mr. Royale's protruding proboscis. That, and the opportunity to see Egypt again, which I had not done in three years.
"Be sure to shine my shoes, Christian," Royale said, appearing in the doorway. "Really, the dust here is insidious."
"Yes," I replied, unable to keep the sigh from my voice. "We're in the desert."