Thief of Hearts
Book 3 in the Elders and Welders Chronicles
1888: Egypt … or thereabouts …
The Sahara Desert, hotbed of pirates, tomb raiders, angry bedouins, opportunists and general ne’er-do-wells, is not exactly the ideal place for a former child-thief to go straight. But Hex Bartholomew is trying to do just that, using her state-of-the-art dirigible–an ill-gotten but hard-won remnant of her past–to ferry tourists and scholars from one ancient attraction to another.
But her past comes back to haunt her when her con-artist father’s latest misadventure lands them all squarely in the debt of Cairo’s most notorious gang of thieves. That is how she finds herself in an uncharted part of the Sahara at the mouth of an ancient, undisturbed tomb, and in the company of bloody-minded treasure hunters, superstitious native guides, and a resurrected Pharaoh …
… Or at least that was what the aforementioned natives believe when a man stumbles out of a tomb in a shocking state of undress. Hex is no blushing virgin, but she has certainly not seen anything quite like the … spectacular specimen before her. He certainly looks like an ancient god. But Hex is fairly sure Pharaohs don’t speak with a snooty British accent.
Mr. Pharaoh can remember nothing of who he is or how he managed to find himself in an Egyptian tomb that has been sealed for thousands of years. All he has is a name found in an inscription of his ring: Rowan. And some truly disturbing and … well, God-like powers. And an annoying tendency to follow Hex around “protecting” her.
As if she needs a man to protect her–especially an amnesiac Brit with a God complex. As if she needs to fall in love with said amnesiac, especially when it becomes obvious that the truth behind who–and what–Rowan is, threatens to tear them apart for all of time. It’s just not worth the risk to her heart.
Until it is …
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