About the Book
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Title: EYE OF THE PHARAOH
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Genre:
Egyptian-themed time travel with paranormal
elements
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Blurb:
Publicist Teri Hunter has her hands full
promoting Professor Joshua Cain and his new non-fiction book, The Pharaoh’s Mummy. She’s not
convinced it’s even possible to turn this absent-minded, modern-day, Indiana Jones into a best-selling
author.
Dr. Cain’s PhDs in archaeology and art
history have prepared him for almost anything on the lecture circuit and
among ancient ruins. He’s just not sure about a book tour...or the sexy
publicist sent to monitor his every professional move.
When an odd request falls in their laps
while in New Orleans, Josh and Teri find themselves transported to 1920’s
Egypt where they must resolve an ancient curse in order to be sent home. Will
the dangers facing them hinder their success and threaten their very lives?
Or will help from an ancient guardian keep them on-track and safe?
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Excerpt
#1:
Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat.
Teri
Hunter mouthed the motivational phrase she’d chosen for her personal mantra
as she stepped across the threshold into the dark and musty storeroom.
A
dim light shone from a glass-enclosed workroom in the far corner. Taking a
tentative step forward, she faltered when the floorboards creaked beneath her
feet. Something fast and furry brushed against her ankle. A shiver ran down
her back, yet she fought the urge to retreat.
Do one thing every day that scares
you.
This
was obviously today’s obstacle. Were it not for her professional commitments
and intricately organized schedule, she’d have no doubt bolted for the door
and returned to the safety and illumination of the main building.
‘Sorry, but the storage area
doesn’t have overhead lighting. Preservation of the antiquities. You
understand.’
The dean’s words echoed in her head. To make matters worse, what little
outside light there was had become nearly non-existent due to an impending
thunderstorm.
Drawing
a deep breath, she took a second step and then a third, winding her way past
a half-dozen crates, some open, some not. To her left she heard a rustling of
paper; to her right the distinct sound of footsteps.
Her
apprehension grew, the hair on her forearms stood at attention. She’d barely
made it halfway across the room before bumping into something large and
solid. Reaching out, she laid her hand against the oversized object. Slowly,
she raised her head and came face to face with the painted mask of an
Egyptian noble. The chipped finish gave the death mask a deranged look.
“You
come here often, big boy?”
Excerpt
#2:
Teri
stared in amazement at the well-worn guest home Dr. Cain had chosen for their
stay. In her mind’s eye, she could see the grand entranceway of the Marriott
on Canal Street, feel the pampered luxury of the hotel spa. Instead, she got
this . . . an early nineteenth-century home in obvious need of repair.
Collingwood, apparently, had history. Of what, she wasn’t certain. From the
road, it looked like something torn from the pages of a horror novel.
“This
is where we’re staying?” she asked, unable to hide her surprise and
disappointment.
“You’re
welcome to go elsewhere, if you’d like. Personally, I prefer a room with some
character.”
She
choked back an outright laugh. “It’s certainly got character. As a matter of
fact, Freddie Kruger comes to
mind.”
He
shot her a disapproving frown before taking his bags from the driver and
starting up the front walkway. Teri had no choice but to follow. They’d
barely made it to the porch when the huge oak door opened. A short,
frail-looking woman stood in the entryway.
“Welcome
back, Joshua,” the woman greeted.
“Thank
you, Martha. It’s good to be here.” Glancing back to where Teri stood, he
said, “This is Miss Hunter. She’s with me.”
“Oh,”
the woman said simply. “Welcome, Miss Hunter. We trust your stay here at
Collingwood will be enjoyable.”
Teri
smiled faintly, but couldn’t muster up a ‘thank you’ to save her soul.
“One
room or two, Joshua?”
In
unison, they both answered, “Two.”
Martha
responded with a minute bob of her graying head and then motioned toward the
parlor with a sweep of her hand. “We were just about to have tea if you’d
care to join us.”
“If
you don’t mind,” Dr. Cain began, “we’d like to get situated in our rooms.
We’ve got an event at the museum tonight and I, for one, would like a bit of
down time to work on my lecture.”
“You’re
in your usual room. I can give Miss Hunter the room next to yours, if you’d
like.”
He
shook his head. “Perhaps she would be more comfortable across the hall with
the view of the garden.”
“As
you wish, Joshua.”
Teri
followed closely behind as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. She
was about to turn toward the long hallway when she realized they were
climbing yet another flight. What she wouldn’t give, she realized, for an
elevator or even a bellman. Rather than voice her wishes, she hiked her
carry-on higher up on her shoulder and tugged on the handle of her suitcase
until the wheels gained purchase on the worn carpet. The next landing looked
to be at least a half-mile away.
When
they reached the third floor, Martha stopped outside the first room off the
staircase and opened the door. “This is your room, Miss Hunter.”
Dr.
Cain, Teri realized, had already crossed the hallway and opened the door to
the room just opposite hers. Teri took a short step forward. “Thank you.”
“Bathroom
is down the hall,” Martha told her, the woman’s simple statement stopping
Teri dead in her tracks.
“Down
the hall?” she asked. “You mean there’s no bathroom in my suite?”
Martha
chuckled heartily, her wrinkled cheeks jiggling and sagging like warm Jell-O.
“Child, there’s no suite in your suite, it’s just a room. And, everyone
shares the facilities.” Nodding toward the end of the long hallway, she
added, “The key hangs outside the door. You take it in with you, lock the
door from the inside and try not to take longer than fifteen minutes.”
♥♥
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Fun
Fact: The
idea for Eye of the Pharaoh came
about following a trip to the Field Museum in Chicago. For the longest time
afterward, I couldn’t get the images of ancient Egypt out of my head. Then,
out of the blue, I received a gift from a relative who had passed...a
gorgeous necklace fashioned like an Egyptian collar. The late relative had no
way of knowing about my recent fascination with Egypt so I took it as a sign.
There was obviously a story inside me begging to come out.
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Additional Info
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Author
Bio:
Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began
writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven
forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English
teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still,
it was worth it.
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Published in multiple genres, Nancy
currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in
both full-length and novella format. Nancy will release her 25th book in early
2017. She is currently working on her next Rock and Roll novella and two
other equally exciting projects.
When not writing (which is almost never),
Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to
traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where
she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.
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Social
Media Links:
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004AOL61Y
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Maggie, thank you so much for having me for a visit.
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