Tales of the Magician 2: The Lost One
ISBN: 978-1-59632-485-5
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Time Travel
Length: Novella
Derrick Matthews has found the woman of his dreams, an Egyptian concubine named Nebetta. There’s only one problem: She in spirit form and trapped in an archaeological relic.
He’s not the sort to let that deter him, though. Especially not when his dreams have been invaded by vivid, graphic sexual sessions with her.
With the help of an ancient Egyptian priest and magician, and his fellow archeologists, Noble Walters and Julia Rafferty, Derrick travels back to Ancient Egypt to find the woman, quite literally, of his dreams. Now… if only she weren’t the concubine of a pharaoh and he hadn’t caught the eye of an evil magician.
But Derrick knows what he wants, and he won’t stop until he recovers his Lost One.
Excerpt
The temple itself was a masterpiece full of colorful reliefs and beautiful columns decorated with hieroglyphs. It was amazing to see the structure in such pristine condition, considering that when he’d first seen it, it had been more than twenty-five hundred years old.
He ran his fingers over a carving that contained a cartouche with the name Ramesses III. Was it really possibly that in a few short minutes he was actually going to see the great king in all his splendor?
Derrick smiled. That thought was thrilling. But more thrilling was the idea that in a few moments he was going to see Nebetta, the woman that he loved, for the first time in his life. Well, not exactly the first time. She’d projected herself into his dreams, so he knew what she looked like. But now, he could see her in the flesh, where he could actually reach out and touch her. It was the idea of touching her that was driving him crazy. Somehow, someway, he had to get her into his arms in the next three days. He couldn’t go back to his own time without tasting her, feeling her, loving her.
“Are you ready, Der?”
Derrick shook his head out of his daydreams and nodded. Abana had been very helpful and very patient. Once Derrick’s mind was clear, he’d wanted to rush to the palace and see what he could discover. Abana had held him back, warning him that such actions would arouse suspicions.
So they’d waited. They’d eaten bread and mutton, and drank their beer using a straw to filter out the impurities. The yeasty drink had been strongly flavored, but hadn’t provided much of an alcoholic kick, for which Derrick was thankful. He’d need all his wits about him tonight.
“Shall we?”
Derrick ran his hands down his kilt and nodded. He felt a little foolish, dressed in the short linen material and nothing more, but it was how things were done here. His shaved head was covered in a shoulder length black wig. Part of him was glad there was no mirror around for him to look into.
They made their way toward the palace, where Abana nodded at the guards, who then let them pass without incident. Loud, happy noises filtered down the hallway and Derrick’s stomach turned flip after flip. This was it. He hoped he remembered his instructions and his new identity. And he hoped that he didn’t run and gather Nebetta in his arms the minute she came into view.
When they stepped into the room, Derrick recognized it immediately. It was the room where he and Nebetta had made love in his dream. It was exactly the same as it had looked with one exception. In his dream, it had been he and Nebetta only. Now, the room was full of people. The men were dressed in kilts. The ladies were dressed in short skirts and many of them were bare breasted.
In the center of the room was the pond where he and Nebetta had played. It was now filled with several women who were laughing and splashing each other.
Derrick closed his eyes and remembered the way Nebetta had called for him, had taken him in her mouth in that very pond. Sweat formed on his lip and he squeezed his eyes closed. He could see her in his mind, laughing and smiling, trailing her fingers over his chest and then leaning in for a kiss.
Then he opened his eyes and there she was, standing near Pharaoh’s chair. She was staring at him, an impish smile on her face. She had a low-slung kilt wrapped around her waist and her breasts were bare. Her smile widened and she shook her head in a playful fashion. Then she kissed Ramesses on the forehead, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
It hit Derrick at that moment that he was staring at Ramesses III, the great warrior king, considered by many to be the last great Pharaoh to sit on the throne. He was strong and powerful, his gaze piercing. His eyes narrowed as Nebetta spoke to him. Then he nodded and ran his finger over her stomach.
The message to Derrick was unmistakable. She belongs to me, and you should know that. Derrick averted his gaze and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.