About this book
“On a Tuesday in March, I found myself on an ancient Egyptian mortuary table wearing naught but a scrap of linen. Such is to be expected in my line of work.”
Luxor, 1871. Miss Cordelia Delachatte — twenty-eight, possessing neither beauty nor charm — has sailed to Egypt in pursuit of a papyrus on women’s pleasure. Her amanuensis, Mr. Jones, carries the luggage and takes notes.
The papyrus survived. The most important parts did not. Masked followers of ancient gods offer to restore what was lost.
For every hole they mend in her manuscript, she surrenders one of her own. She accepts immediately. She is, after all, a woman of science.
They scrub her with natron salt and anoint her in cloves and frankincense, tending every inch before passing her between them. A snouted Anubis nuzzles her open until she floods like the Nile. And when she is shrouded in linen and lowered into a sarcophagus with twelve openings, Amun-Ra, the Hidden One, divides himself to fill them all at once.
Mr. Jones knew exactly where to find the temple. Cordelia has not yet thought to ask why.
Shared on the Nile is the 10,000-word first installment of the Cordelia Delachatte, Victorian Lady Sexplorer series — for readers who prefer their history unbuttoned and their delights forbidden.
