Wrapped Up in Lies:
The Adventures of Ms. Fortune
Book 1
Emma Fortune, a modern 1920’s woman, never expected when she decided to travel to Petra, Transjordania, to find lost treasure; that she would spend so much of her time precariously perched atop an ornery camel. Especially one that can actually aim when he spits! She also didn’t bargain on then being whisked away by the Egyptian Museum’s Department of Antiquities to become a key player in an elaborate marketing ploy to lure wealthy tourists to Egypt’s ancient sites. Emma is often in de-NILE-l as she combats ancient mummy curses, annoyingly flirtatious coworkers, and too many hairy situations to count! She isn’t on this journey alone, though sometimes she wishes she were- enter Dash Darling, Egyptologist, who is eager to get his hands on a chest… any kind of chest; Amira, Emma’s elegant right-hand lady; Ali, a recent college art grad; Alistair, a BBC journalist, and Khalid, Emma’s mysterious Transjordanian guide. This team knows that they have to succeed or else risk being “wrapped up in lies” of their own making!
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Sunk by Lies:
The Adventures of Ms. Fortune
Book 2
Emma Fortune never imagined that she would be hired on for a second “marketing” job for the Egyptian Museum’s Department of Antiquities; especially after how she behaved at the unveiling of Queen Hetephere’s mummy that her team had “found.” Traveling to Alexandria was a bonus, since it meant that she and her ornery camel, Lumpy, would be spending less time together. The problem was that she and her team were assigned with “finding” Cleopatra’s sunken palace in the Portus Mangus. Not an easy task in the murky water even with the most modern technology 1920 has to offer! Enter in Emmett Ferguson, renowned Loch Ness Monster Hunter and Emma’s serious crush. As things heat up between Emma and Emmett, much to Dash’s dismay, their mission is almost ruined by the Spiritualism craze that has surrounded the publicity of their mission. Can Emma, Emmett, Dash, Amira, Alistair, Ali, Khalid, and the new hotelier, Randall, save their “discovery” of Cleopatra’s Palace or will they be sunk by lies?
If you’re looking for a humorous, lighthearted novel with romance and real history thrown in, then this book is for you! Be sure to check out the Historical Afterward at the end!
Amenpenofer: The Tomb Robber
* Based upon the true story of Amenpenofer, a real ancient Egyptian tomb robber, as told by his trial recounted in the Amherst Papyrus.
Robbing Pharaoh's tombs come with two possible outcomes - gold and curses. Amenpnufer and his gang are hoping for gold, but are willing to risk the curse. Breaking into a tomb full of traps and heavy stone barriers takes skill; especially when you only have copper tools. However, getting away with it will take more than just luck!
Excerpt
Meketre’s shrill scream pierced the air the second his torch snuffed out. Normally Amepenofer, better known as Ame by his friends, would have laughed at the childish scream, but his fear was echoed in it.
The tomb was dark. Incredibly dark. Silence reigned as the seven men stood in shock and fear. Ame held up the gold jewelry that he had been admiring but could not see it in the pitch-black chamber. Goose bumps worked their way up his arms and the hair on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end. This was not good. Anyone could deduce that.
“It’s the curse!” Penhesi cried. “Pharaoh Sobekemsaf is punishing us for entering his tomb!”
“I don’t believe in that!” Bek, a tomb builder himself, countered.
“How can you not?! How else could our torches be snuffed out by a breeze in an enclosed tomb?” Penhesi cried.
Penhesi’s hysteria didn’t seem so out of place as Ame thought about it. They had entered through a shaft that was a good 15 feet above the floor of the fifty foot by forty foot tomb. It was an odd place for an entrance, but then again, no one was ever supposed to enter again. The feeling of the racing air had made Ame nervous. They were in an enclosed limestone tomb, some distance below the surface of the earth with only one entrance that they knew about some 15 feet above them. The thought of climbing that rope was already giving Ame’s heart palpitations- and to think that they would be coming back for the foreseeable future. All was going as it had gone on the many jobs they had carried out before, until the blackout.
Meketre began reciting prayers as the men continued to squabble. The noise became deafening in the small stone chamber.
“Enough!” Ame demanded. He hoped that his voice didn’t give away his fears. ‘How did the torches get snuffed out by that breeze? We never felt one before working in the tomb…’ From the moment they had begun the slow process of breaking into this tomb months ago with their copper tools, it had felt different. A strange aura surrounded it that was not present in the other pyramids and tombs of the wealthy that they had previously plundered. They had relieved so many tombs of their contents that each man knew his specialty and task. Religion had been pushed aside for the worship of gold and survival in these harsh times. However deep the men pushed down their beliefs, they always bubbled to the surface in times of fear.
“How do you plan on doing that, oh great leader?” Setau sneered at Ame.