A handmaiden finds herself at a remote oasis in the Sahara. She can remember attending the Pharaoh’s funeral, but why is she here? And why is one of the palace cats sitting beside her?
As time passes, the peace of her oasis is disturbed by strange soldiers, from another time and country. She finds she is on the fringes of a conflict that she cannot understand, guided only by an RAF pilot who has come to Egypt from a country far to the north.
She and her cat are drawn to Cairo, into a war fought not in the desert but in the restaurants and nightclubs of the modern capital. Spies, dancing girls, counterfeiters, terrorists, all make Cairo a very dangerous place.
Will her pilot be able to guide her safely through the dangers?
I am a writer from the far north of Queensland, Australia, on the shores of the Coral Sea. Our village is pretty much the end of the road north and a grand place for artists, thinkers and freaks to settle and enjoy life. Not sure which of those three categories fits me best.
I write about the things I love - travel, history, landscapes, good food and, of course, romantic, erotic sex. I'm holding up the flag for love and sex against the tide of horrible violence that fills our media and films.
I don't stick to one genre for my fiction or my non-fiction titles. They are all good as long as the stories are absorbing, and I hope you find my books are just that.
You can find all my books and their back stories, and pictures of my tropical home (and Rudy the cat) at http://www.