Marvelous Monday Reads: Pharaoh’s Pleasure
Hello, angels, and welcome to yet another week. Let’s kick it off with newly minted M/M erotica writer J.T. Handler (I swear, I love this crazy goof — it’s like we’re twins or something) and the kickoff book in a hot, hilarious new M/M series that cheerfully romps through time in search of historical mysteries and babelicious guys (seriously, my SF writer heart is squeeing at the thought of this). I speak, of course, of the fast, funny, and pyroclastically sexy Pharaoh’s Pleasure (Pleasures in Time #1). I also know that PiT #2, Valet’s Pleasure, will come out next Monday, with a new release scheduled for each Monday running through May and June. Read on and enjoy!
Hunky grad student Kellen Fox is screwed. Forced by his horndog employer to finish a museum exhibit in a single night (or else), he stumbles across a spell hidden in a carved scarab. Little does he know that reading the spell aloud will summon the gorgeous 17th Dynasty pharaoh Senekenre from ancient Egypt.
As it turns out, Kel is the only one who can help Senekenre with a delicate problem regarding his ability to sire an heir. Kel’s more than happy to lend a hand (among other things), but rendering this assistance may well change Kel’s life forever.
Kel’s mouth went dry. “Wait. You’re telling me this Amhemnet guy used magic to send you to another time? To this time?”
Senekenre nodded. “Yes, thanks to you. I take it you invoked the spell?”
“If you mean I read it out loud, yeah. I didn’t know it was a spell.” Swallowing hard, Kel forced himself to reach out and touch Senekenre’s arm. It was warm under his fingertips. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, yanking his hand back. “I’m not hallucinating. You’re real. You’re really here!”
“Yes, I know.” Senekenre came closer. At this distance, Kel could see the dark hint of stubble under the other man’s tan skin, as well as a small scar along his jawline. “You thought I was a dream, young scholar?”
“Uh, yeah.” The logical part of Kel’s brain screamed at him to step back, get the hell away from the exhibit space and its time-traveling visitor. The rest of his brain wanted to ogle Senekenre’s broad shoulders, cut abs, and sleekly muscled legs. “I mean, we don’t get a lot of visitors from the 17th Dynasty, you know?” He realized how idiotic he sounded and flushed. “I’m sorry. This is all a big shock to me. Could we start over again, sir? Your majesty? Sire?”
“Sire will do, young scholar.” Senekenre’s head tilted to one side, openly considering him. “But what land is this, that produces such beautiful men?”
Kel’s pulse sped up at the pharaoh’s jaw-droppingly sexy smile. Aaaand the long-dead pharaoh is flirting with me. Holy shit. He couldn’t remember anything in the research materials about Senekenre being gay or bi, but that didn’t make it impossible, either. “Uh, you’re in the United States of America, sire. It’s a country far to the west of your kingdom, across a large ocean. It didn’t exist in your time.”
“Oh. And are all the men here like you?” Senekenre said, reaching out to stroke the line of Kel’s jaw. “Such pure, smooth skin, and your hair, the color of a winter sunset. If you were of my time, I would make you a member of my court, simply so that I could look upon you every day.”
Kel licked dry lips, willing his cock to behave itself. “Just look?”
Senekenre smiled. “Hmm. Perhaps … kiss?” He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Kel’s.
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About J.T. Handler
J.T. Handler was born on an off ramp of the information superhighway and chewed through the chain link fence in order to wander up and down Al Gore’s creation. Having spent the bulk of childhood determined to become a neurosurgeon, J.T. quickly realized in college that an inability to pass Organic Chem would make acceptance to med school problematic. The siren song of the English Literature major soon called and J.T. answered with a vengeance, taking up the mantle of the fiction writer. A joker, a smoker, a midnight toker, J.T. loves the open road and all the characters met along the way.