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Jennifer Colgan: The Concubine’s Tale

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Separated in time. United by forbidden passion… When an ancient papyrus scroll comes up for auction, gallery curator Cait Lang draws the distasteful task of notifying her boss’s favorite client, Grant Pierson. The rare art and antiquities collector’s arrogance grates on her nerves, but most of all she resents her own weakness for his athletic body and deep brown eyes. It’s the hieroglyphic scroll that draws Grant to a private, after-hours showing at the gallery. But the lovely Cait’s narration of the erotically charged story captures his interest. Determined to hear the rest of the tale-and spend more time in Cait’s company-he convinces her to join him for dinner. The intricate, sensual tale transports Cait’s and Grant’s imaginations into the past. And the depictions of sexually charged temple rituals inspire them to explore their own hidden passions-in Cait’s apartment. Even as Grant succumbs to Cait’s charms, the drive to own the scroll hums in the back of his mind. If he isn’t careful, though, he’ll not only lose the chance to hear the end of the story, he’ll lose something more precious. The missing piece of his own life-Cait.

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And that last word echoed in her mind. Property. I belong to Ammonptah, and I’m bound to do as he wishes. She fell asleep with that thought battling with visions of the warrior, naked, his skin hot and sweaty, holding his thick, hard cock in his hand and writhing to the beat of the ceremonial drums.

Chapter Three

Grant ran one finger along the inside of his collar and tugged at the knot of his tie. He’d never known Del Monaco’s to be uncomfortably warm, but tonight…whew. He finished the last sip of his wine and motioned the waiter to bring the check.

Next to him, Cait was the picture of composure. Did she have any idea what her sexy story was doing to him? He certainly didn’t need to hear another word to know he wanted the scroll, at any cost. More than that, he wanted to know the rest of the story, and he wanted to hear it from those sensuous, coral-colored lips of hers. Were those the ceremonial drums he heard, or just the pounding of his own heart?

“Shall I take you back to the gallery now?” He had to be polite and give her an option at this point. If her story went any further, he aimed to let her know she’d have to finish it for him tonight-finish him before he lost his mind.

“I’m done for tonight, unless you’d like to look at the scroll again.”

“Then I’ll take you home? I could use a second cup of coffee.”

The look in her pale blue eyes told him he wouldn’t have to beg for an ending. “All right,” she agreed as they rose.

The waiter floated by and whisked away the folder and Grant’s credit card.

“Or maybe you could whip up some coq au vin.”

She laughed. “I’m fresh out of coq.”

“I can fix that.”


With the bill settled, Grant escorted Cait back to the sidewalk. The evening dinner crowds that had choked the avenue when they arrived were long gone, and the late night traffic had slowed.

“Which way?” he asked.

“We can walk from here, unless you’d prefer a quick cab ride.”

“It’s a great night for walking.” The temperature hovered in the high sixties, according to the display on the bank across the street. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, or a star, for that matter. Of course, in Midtown, the only twinkling lights usually came from buildings or air traffic. What he wouldn’t have given to see the river of stars that dusted the sky back in Nayari’s time.

He offered Cait his arm. “Where were we? Our lovely Nayari was dreaming of her virile warrior.”

“While he stood guard outside her door, keeping her safe-or so he thought-for the man who owned them both.”

“Where was Ammonptah? We still don’t know why he had Nayari brought to the temple.”

“The warrior was about to find out.”

“Does he have a name?”

Cait gave him an enigmatic smile. “Don’t you want to find out when Nayari does?”

“I’m impatient. Tell me now.”

“His name was Khanu. The meaning of his name isn’t clear, but there’s speculation it meant ‘within him resides the blood of kings’.”

“A lofty name for a warrior.”

“Perhaps he was destined to serve a higher purpose.”

“To save Nayari?”

“Or perhaps to stop a political coup that would have put an imposter on the throne of Egypt.”

“Now I’m really intrigued. What happened next?”


Hours passed and the oil pots that lit the dusty corridors of the temple burned low. One of the priests arrived to relieve Khanu at his post.

“There’s a pallet for you in the far room,” the priest told him. “Rest now.”

Khanu rubbed the stiff muscles of his neck and glanced back at the reed mat that separated him from Nayari. Her rhythmic breathing reached him, but he longed to push the barrier aside and see for himself that she slept peacefully.

“She’ll be safe,” the priest said.

“I must ask, do you know when Ammonptah will arrive?” Khanu admonished himself for such curiosity.

“We’ve been told only to give quarters to the woman. I don’t know for how long or for what purpose.”

Khanu gauged the answer and bowed to the priest. He made his way to the room that had been assigned to him and slept until dawn.

When he woke, he heard the commotion in the corridor and sprang to his feet. He heard Nayari’s voice raised in alarm and cursed himself for leaving her side.

He found her in the corridor outside her room, surrounded by four acolytes.

“There you are!” she said when he bolted through the small crowd. The others obediently moved out of his way.

“What’s happened?”

“They won’t allow me to go outside. I’ve been in this room all night, and I smell of oil smoke and stale rushes.”

Only a woman would be so sensitive. He smelled only jasmine and the enticing scent of female skin.

“I will escort her outside,” Khanu said. He waved the acolytes away from Nayari. “See that her room is cleaned before she returns.”

Nayari stared at him, her golden tiger-eyes wide as if she hadn’t expected him to take her side in the dispute. The women backed up, but eyed him warily, obviously uncertain whether he had the authority to make such a decision.

None of the four dared to defy him, though, and he took Nayari’s elbow in his hand and led her down the corridor.

When the acolytes had disappeared, she pulled her arm from his grasp. Her anger showed in her stiff posture and quick steps. She drew ahead of him in the narrow corridor and turned on him. The ferocity in her expression amused him and, to his chagrin, aroused him as well. Seething, her eyes flashing and her breasts heaving beneath the thin sheath of linen she wore, she reminded him of a desert wildcat in desperate need of taming.

“I never needed an escort to go outside when I resided with Ammonptah. I don’t see why I need one now.” With her hands planted on her slim hips, she seemed to fill the narrow corridor. Khanu took one step forward, forcing her to crane her graceful neck to hold his gaze.

“Ammonptah is obviously concerned for your safety and doesn’t wish you to be wandering around alone. I will accompany you wherever you go, or I will assign an acolyte to stay with you.”

“I don’t see what danger I would be in, sitting in the courtyard.”

“That is precisely why you need to be guarded, because you don’t see any danger.”

His logic apparently escaped her, and she frowned. “I know Ammonptah has enemies.”

“All powerful men do.”

She dropped her arms, then crossed them over her chest. With one hip thrust forward, she managed to maintain her defiant posture, even though her expression softened. “If we need to fear enemies of Ammonptah, why were there no guards at his home? Surely Baakah and his other wives would be in danger also?”

“There may have been no guards when we left, but we have no way of knowing if there are guards now.”

She sighed loudly and whirled around again. He indulged in a smile as she began walking toward the main temple room. “You’re far too smart to be a soldier. You should have been a scribe or a priest, with all those clever answers in your head.”

“And you are far too talkative to be a-” Khanu stopped when Nayari backed up one quick step and collided with his chest. He felt the tense set of her muscles and the gentle swell of her buttocks pressed against his thigh. She held up one hand to shush him and pointed into the temple room.

The deep thrum of half a dozen drums began, echoing through the huge rectangular chamber. Like the heartbeat of a giant, the rhythmic sound traveled through the stone floor and seemed to settle directly in Khanu’s loins. His balls began to ache with the sound and the nearness of Nayari’s supple body.

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