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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Eye of the Pharaoh by Nancy Fraser - Book Tour - Guest Post - Interview - Giveaway - Enter Daily!

Hi lovelies! It gives me great pleasure today to host Nancy Fraser and her new book, “Eye of the Pharaoh”!  For other stops on her Goddess Fish Promotions Book Tour, please click on the banner above or any of the images in this post.

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 Eye of the Pharaoh
by Nancy Fraser


GENRE: Time Travel/Paranormal



Publicist Teri Hunter has her hands full promoting Professor Joshua Cain and his new non-fiction book, The Pharaoh’s Mummy. She’s not even sure it’s possible to turn this absent-minded, modern-day, Indiana Jones into a best-selling author.

Dr. Cain’s PhDs in archeology and art history have prepared him for almost anything on the lecture circuit and among ancient ruins. He’s just not sure about a book tour...or the sexy publicist sent to monitor his every professional move.

When an odd request falls in their laps while in New Orleans, Josh and Teri find themselves transported to 1920’s Egypt where they must resolve an ancient curse in order to be sent home. Will the dangers facing them hinder their success and threaten their very lives? Or will help from an other-worldly guardian keep them on-track and safe?



Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat.

Teri Hunter mouthed the motivational phrase she’d chosen for her personal mantra as she stepped across the threshold into the dark and musty storeroom.

A dim light shone from a glass-enclosed workroom in the far corner. Taking a tentative step forward, she faltered when the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. Something fast and furry brushed against her ankle. A shiver ran down her back, yet she fought the urge to retreat.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

This was obviously today’s obstacle. Were it not for her professional commitments and intricately organized schedule, she’d have no doubt bolted for the door and returned to the safety and illumination of the main building.

‘Sorry, but the storage area doesn’t have overhead lighting. Preservation of the antiquities. You understand.’ The dean’s words echoed in her head. What little outside light there was had become nearly non-existent due to an impending thunderstorm.

Drawing a deep breath, she took a second step and then a third, winding her way past a half-dozen crates, some open, some not. To her left she heard a rustling of paper; to her right the distinct sound of footsteps.

Her apprehension grew, the hair on her forearms stood at attention. She’d barely made it halfway across the room before bumping into something large and solid. Reaching out, she laid her hand against the oversized object. Slowly, she raised her head and came face to face with the painted mask of an Egyptian noble. The chipped finish gave the death mask a deranged look.

“You come here often, big boy?” A nervous giggle followed her softly-worded, albeit silly, question and she pressed her fingertips to her lips to stifle an outright laugh before lowering her hand to her side.

Go big! Home is boring.

Silently she cursed her habit of dredging up poster-worthy quotes to mask her fears.



Interview with Dr. Joshua Cain

Dr. Joshua Cain, Professor of Archaeology and Art History, Princeton, University is our guest today. Just in time for Halloween, Dr. Cain has agreed to share with us his love for all things unusual. Welcome, Dr. Cain.

Thank you for the invitation. Because I can’t resist the temptation to educate, I thought I’d start with a bit of history about the holiday itself.

Samhain (pronounced sow-in) is an ancient Celtic festival dating back some two-thousand years. Originally, the tradition involved donning costumes and lighting bonfires to ward off evil spirits. In the eighth century, Pope Gregory III designated November 1 as a time to honor all saints and martyrs; the holiday, All Saints’ Day, incorporated some of the traditions of Samhain. The evening before was known as All Hallows’ Eve and later Halloween. Over time, Halloween evolved into a community-based event characterized by child-friendly activities such as trick-or-treating. In a number of countries around the world, as the days grow shorter and the nights get colder, people continue to usher in the winter season with gatherings, costumes and sweet treats. This community/child variation is what we enjoy today.

My love of strange occurrences or as my Publicist Teri Hunter puts it ... creepy stuff... doesn’t exist solely at Halloween. I like to study things close up, get in with the people who make the history. As an example, Teri wanted to stay in a fancy hotel when we arrived at our first tour stop in New Orleans. Instead, I chose a place with character.

Teri stared in amazement at the well-worn guest home Dr. Cain had chosen for their stay. In her mind’s eye, she could see the grand entranceway of the Marriott on Canal Street, feel the pampered luxury of the hotel spa. Instead, she got this . . . an early nineteenth-century home in obvious need of repair. Collingwood, apparently, had history. Of what, she wasn’t certain. From the road, it looked like something torn from the pages of a horror novel.
“This is where we’re staying?” she asked, unable to hide her disappointment.
“You’re welcome to go elsewhere, if you’d like. Personally, I prefer a room with some character.”
She choked back an outright laugh. “It’s certainly got character. As a matter of fact, Freddie Kruger comes to mind.”

One of my favorite pastimes is exploring old cemeteries; the older the better. I’m especially fond of the cemeteries in New Orleans. Their history and connection to the practice of voodoo is fascinating, as are the stories surrounding the people buried there.

The storm lashed heavily against the top glass pane, thunder shook the building. A moment later, lightning lit up the sky, illuminating the grounds behind the old home.
As he expected, she turned from the window to face him. “Your room overlooks a cemetery.”
“Yes, it does.”
“And this is your usual room?” she confirmed, her tone filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
“I find the old cemeteries of New Orleans fascinating. It might not be ancient Egyptian history, but its history all the same.”
“Creepy history, maybe.”
He weaved around the desk and antique settee until he stood at her side. The moon had slid from behind the dark clouds and sat like a spotlight in the sky.
“There, see that?’ he said, pointing off in the distance. Teri turned in the direction he pointed, following his line of sight. “It’s the crypt of one of the first voodoo priestesses to be buried here in the French Quarter.”
“Like I said, creepy.”

As an archaeologist, I have an infinity for more than just the artifacts I find. I also appreciate the culture of the people I’m studying. Sometimes that culture includes an ancient curse.

“That’s where the story gets interesting,” he told her. “Or, as you might say, creepy.”
“Creepier than a graveyard outside your bedroom window?”
“Yes, even creepier.” Scrolling down the computer screen, he began recounting the unusual events surrounding the stone. “Apparently, Akhenaten, also known as Amenhotep IV, had heard of the Eye and wanted the unusual stone for his wife, Queen Nefertiti, so he sent a group of three high priests and three soldiers in search of Tuthmosis III’s burial site. The priests and soldiers found what they were looking for, but while on their way back to Akhenaten’s temple, one by one, four of them were killed off in the most mysterious ways.”
“Mysterious, how?” she asked.
“The first soldier was found with a stake through his heart, the second his throat slit. The first priest to die had his arms ripped off, the second priest lost his head. Pretty soon, the only two left were the high priest who was actually carrying the jewel and the last soldier believed to be the captain of the Pharaoh’s guards.”

As with all curses, there’s an element of the unknown. What, if anything, will happen should you decide to pursue more information about the curse? Or, perhaps, the whereabouts of the mysterious stone?

“Where are we?” she whispered.
“I’m not sure. I think we should follow this wall until we can find a way out.”
Too frightened to disagree, Teri tightened her grasp on Josh’s hand and moved when he moved. Within a few hundred feet, they came to a narrow opening. Josh stepped through, pulling her behind him. The passageway narrowed even more as they made their way forward.
“I can’t see a thing,” she said. “Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.”
“If you thought things were creepy before, I’d venture they’re a whole lot stranger now,” Josh said, doing his best she suspected to lessen her fear with humor.
“There’s some light,” she said, pointing ahead.
“I see it.”
Josh stopped just a few short of the end of the passageway, the light now bright enough to see where they were going. They ventured another twenty feet or so. Then, taking a firmer grip on her hand, he stepped out from between the rocks and onto a bed of sand, drawing her to his side.
“Where are we?” she asked.
Rather than respond, Josh grasped her shoulders and turned her around. She blinked once, twice, certain she’d fallen asleep and landed in the middle of some bizarre dream that included Josh and stone walls and sand.
“Well, for one thing we’re in Egypt. And those, Miss Hunter,” he said, pointing toward the horizon, “are the Great Pyramids of Giza.”

I share a good portion of my knowledge about ancient Egypt in author Nancy Fraser’s newest book, Eye of the Pharaoh, including curses and even proper tomb excavation. If you’d like to know more about my infinity for the strange and creepy, I’d suggest you check out her book. Oh, and then there are the love scenes. Not creepy in the least, but definitely steamy!

Thank you so much for being our guest today, Dr. Cain.

It was my pleasure.



Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in both full-length and novella format. Nancy will release her 25th book in early 2017. She is currently working on a Valentine’s Day novella, her next Rock and Roll novella, and a story about a racy Scot titled “Kilty Pleasures”.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.











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  1. Thank you so much for hosting this leg of my tour. I look forward to checking back later for reader comments.

  2. I'm looking forward to reading this one :)