"...A high-flying, rollicking romp that takes the reader on adventure after adventure from London to Paris to Cairo and beyond! A wonderful blend of erotica and adventure, heat and sweetness, a definite must-read!"--Sara M. Harvey, author of Convent of the Pure
"...Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks deftly weave together a story that has a feel of genuine historicity, a believable touch of the mythic, and compelling, timeless themes about love and attraction."--Stephen Zimmer, author of The Rising Dawn Saga
"4.5 Nymphs!...The first book by authors Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks that I’ve had the pleasure of reading and after this first taste of their writing talent, it won’t be my last...Edward and Charlie are both endearing characters...A fast-paced and fun read and for a lover of ancient Egyptian history, a real gem, filled with rich details and vivid descriptions of an earlier age...I, for one, would like to see more of adventures of lovers, Charlie and Edward, again in the future. Hint! Hint!"--Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
5 Stars!...If I could sum up this novelin one word, it would be FUN...I have nothing but praise...my favorite part involved the supernatural scenes which evolve seamlessly out of the action and create a breathtaking sequence involving the Egyptian afterlife, complete with Osiris sitting judgment on the souls of the dead, which Ma’at weighs against the feather of truth. Wow, this is good stuff!...not-to-be missed. Not only is it flawlessly written, it may be totally unique in the entire field of M/M fiction. Now how often do we ever see that? The cover art, by Trace Edward Zaber, is absolutely gorgeous."--Val Kovalin, Reviews By Jesssewave
"5 Angels!...Recommendd Read!...A fast-paced, sexy story that's a rollicking good adventure and a ripping yarn! The historical facts are nicely layered into the story and I enjoyed the sense of time and place the authors created. The sense of exuberant fun carries throughout the book, gently poking fun at itself the way The Mummy movies did, and the overall result is like reading an H Rider Haggard pulp fiction novel. The characters are all larger than life and the whole thing is just pure frothy entertainment--I highly recommend it!"--Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews
...Edward rose and poured two brandies, then flung open the doors to the balcony, letting in the night air. He offered one glass to Charlie, who stared for a moment. Charlie reached up and took the glass, letting his fingers barely brush Edward’s. He was terrible at flirting, but, if Nigel was correct, he’d been chosen for more than his typing skills.
Edward looked down at him for a moment and Charlie felt his face tipping up for a kiss again. Edward shook himself and went to stand at the balcony rail, glaring down into the courtyard.
Charlie joined him there, flustered by the meeting. He watched Lady Sarah and her men climb into a Rolls Royce Cabriolet. He was still confused enough that he took a too large swallow of the brandy, which made him sputter and cough.
Edward clapped him on the back. “It looks like we’re going to Egypt to find this Sir Alexander Spencer fellow. Make no error, Charles, we will be the ones to find him.”
They watched in silence for a few minutes. Charlie finished the brandy and felt a warm glow spread through him.
Edward smiled down fondly, or so it seemed to Charlie. “Time to go, I think.” Charlie followed him out into the main room as he made his good-byes to the guests and their host. As much as he wanted to, he didn’t hang on Edward’s arm, but simply stood at his elbow. The others ignored him.
To his surprise, Edward took his elbow as they started down the front steps to the car. He leaned into that. Nigel, for all that he was the enemy, had indeed been right. He scooted close to Edward for the drive home, but didn’t lay his head on Edward’s shoulder, knowing he needed to be able to change gear.
Edward relaxed and drove through the city. “That was better than I expected, even if we did have Miss Brown to handle.”
“I had a nice time,” Charlie said, smiling.
“He usually gives terrible parties. I think he got a new cook.”
Charlie giggled and hiccuped a little when the car hit a bump. He was quite content where he was. “I am…drunk,” he got out and, quite of its own accord, his head landed on Edward’s shoulder.
“You are indeed. On a single brandy.” Edward ruffled his short brown hair. “Americans.”
Charlie giggled a little. “I never have been really drunk.” The absinthe with Frank had been barely two mouthfuls and he hadn’t been more than tipsy.
Edward’s hand hadn’t moved from his hair and traced his ear. “Do you like it?”
Charlie rubbed his cheek against Edward’s wrist. “I’m not sure. I feel terribly silly, as if the world’s not quite real. Or as if I’m not quite real.”
Edward never stopped touching him. “Well, you won’t feel so silly tomorrow. I’ll make sure the ladies don’t go knocking on your door too early.”
Charlie sighed softly. “Thank you.” He settled in, making himself more comfortable on Edward’s shoulder. They rode the rest of the short distance to the town house and Edward parked the car.
Neither man moved for a few moments and then Edward tipped Charlie’s face up to him. “Is this real?” he asked. He kissed Charlie, his lips soft and warm, moving very gently.
Charlie nodded as Edward let him up. “Very real.” He stretched up, trying to get closer to Edward’s lips. “The only real thing in the world.”
He finally reached Edward’s mouth and tasted it. More soothing than the tea, more warming than the brandy, Edward tasted of both and of the tobacco and of himself. Charlie flicked his tongue over Edward’s lips, trying for more of his taste and Edward opened to him. The warm wetness of his mouth encouraged Charlie and he plunged deep, taking what he’d wanted since the first day he’d seen Edward...