A fun way to sample new books and find new writers! Here’s the link to the Weekend Writing Warriors central page, so you can visit all the participants sharing excerpts today…
Not making a habit of this but I HAVE to squee (again, just little, oh kindly moderators?) 
DANCER OF THE NILE, which so many of you were so very supportive of, here in the excerpts, just Finaled for the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal Romance of 2014!!! Kamin and Nima and the baby camel and I will find out in July who won….
Continuing with the excerpts from MAGIC OF THE NILE, however =>This excerpt follows closely after last week’s. Tyema enjoyed her brief stint at the reins but now they’re at the town’s gate and Sahure is in solo control. (I may have played with the punctuation to make it eight run-on sentences so please forgive me….)
Trying to smooth her hair into some semblance of order as the chariot rolled past the guards, Tyema laughed from sheer pleasure, “Thank you, handling the reins was wonderful! I might have to get one of these myself.”
He looked at her askance, “A chariot – for a temple?”
“Why not?” She’d tasted the glory of traveling with the speed of the wind and she craved more, enthralled by the idea of escaping the confines of her normal life any time she pleased, going so fast no one in the nome could ever catch her.
“Keep in mind you’ll need a groom, a proper stable—horses are expensive to feed.” Sahure waved his hand at Nahkti and Senbi, now walking docilely down the crowded road as he said, “They’re beautiful but they eat their heads off – your head priestess might not like the idea much.”
Tyema laughed. “Oh there’s no problem there, I assure you.”
(At this point Sahure doesn’t know she is the high priestess.)
(Nome is roughly equivalent to the word for a province of Egypt…)
Actually the chariot is a recurring theme in the novel…
As always, I love your comments and feedback. Although this is a published work, the input helps for the future novels…
Here’s the story blurb:
The standalone sequel to Priestess of the Nile…picks up about fifteen years later and tells the tale of Tyema, who was the younger sister in Priestess of the Nile…
After a childhood spent scorned and ignored by her family because of her crippled foot, Tyema was magically healed then installed as the High Priestess of his temple by Sobek the Crocodile God. But Tyema is still haunted by her memories, scarred by the abuse she endured. Despite Sobek’s protection, as an adult she’s become a near recluse inside the temple grounds…
Until Captain Sahure arrives in her remote town, sent from Thebes on an urgent mission for Pharaoh, requiring High Priestess Tyema’s help. From that moment on, her quiet, safe life is upended in ways she never could have expected.
But after a whirlwind romance with Sahure, the two part as Pharaoh orders him to undertake another assignment on Egypt’s dangerous frontier, far from Tyema’s remote town.
Heart-broken, Tyema is ready to return to her life of loneliness, official duties and, now, regret. But the Crocodile God has other plans for his priestess: she must uncover the sorcerer who threatens Pharaoh’s life with black magic. Soon enough, Tyema finds herself thrown into the chaos of Pharoah’s court, neck deep in intrigue and danger. Just when she thinks she can’t take the pressures of a very public court life and her secret investigation for the Crocodile God any longer, Sahure re-enters the scene.
But is her former love there to help or to hinder? Can they resolve their differences and work together to find the dark sorcerer who threatens Pharaoh and Egypt? Will the love between a proud warrior and a shy priestess lead them to a future together?
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This imposing fellow to the left is named “Morte” because the moment I saw him, he seemed fierce and take-no-prisoners. He’s a Windstone Dragon from a line by Artist Melody Pena…I have several in other colors and poses but Morte is my favorite. And he’s purple/blue!
few in the photo but I have all of them squirreled away in the bookcase. “All the Weyrs of Pern” is my favorite, although discovering the first one, “Dragonflight” and its heroine Lessa of Ruatha, was one of those amazing moments in life. My favorite story from the entire series is a short story “The Littlest Dragon Rider.” I stopped reading them when her son began writing them, or co-writing them, or whatever it was supposed to be. I gave it a chance – two books with his name on them – and then I was done. The series was over for me, but I still go back and reread the originals.
