Linc

By Taige Crenshaw and Aliyah Burke

I am of the primordial chaos before the world's creation. Older than Ra himself. A component of those who constitute the Ogdoad. I am of the water, existing in a cold world. Until her.

They call her Chaya. She has brought me light. She is my whole world. However, I am not hers for she lives for another. If I am to get her, I must acquire the deepest part of her heart. For I don't want a mere moment, nor the time of her mortal life. No, that is far too short. I want this enchantress for eternity. And when one is immortal, like I am, eternity is truly forever.

Linc.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Apr 9, 2012
• ISBN: 9780857159342

Taige Crenshaw

USA Today Bestselling Author Taige Crenshaw has been enthralled with the written word from the time she picked up her first book. It wasn't long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. Her novels are set in the modern day between people who know what they want and how to get it. Taige also sets her stories in the future with vast universes between beautiful, strange and unique beings with lots of spice and sensuality added to her work. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun and frolic, with interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels.

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Linc

ISBN # 978-0-85715-934-2

©Copyright Taige Crenshaw and Aliyah Burke 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2012

Edited by Rebecca Hill

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Kemet Uncovered

LINC

Taige Crenshaw and Aliyah Burke

Book three in the Kemet Uncovered Series

I am of the primordial chaos before the world’s creation. Older than Ra himself. A component of those who constitute the Ogdoad. I am of the water, existing in a cold world. Until her.

They call her Chaya. She has brought me light. She is my whole world. However, I am not hers for she lives for another. If I am to get her, I must acquire the deepest part of her heart. For I don’t want a mere moment, nor the time of her mortal life. No, that is far too short. I want this enchantress for eternity. And when one is immortal, like I am, eternity is truly forever.

Linc.

Dedication

Taige Crenshaw

To all the mothers who give their all to their children without expecting anything in return. Here is a toast to you for all that you do.

Dedication

Aliyah Burke

To OV, who inspires my love of hockey!

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Toyota 4 Runner: Toyota Motor Corporation

Cadillac Escalade: General Motors Company

Hugs and Kisses: Kellwood Company

Chapter One

He was back.

Again.

And watching her.

Again.

Readjusting her hold on the large, grey bin, Chaya Stevenson ignored the bead of sweat that trailed between her breasts, the man who made her have incredible dreams of passionate nights and mind-blowing sex, and got back to the task at hand. Bussing tables.

She lifted the plates—still with food remnants on them—and placed them in the container braced on her hip. Allowing herself one final peek at the man who, for the last three weeks, had come in every night she worked, she admired his looks.

He carried himself in such a way that it screamed ‘capable’ and ‘powerful’. His hair was buzzed to about half an inch in length and his skin reminded her of smooth, melted, dark chocolate. A large man. Not fat large, no—there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was muscular. Yet even that wasn’t an overblown feature like some weightlifters acquired. His muscles seemed…natural.

Add to that the way his clothes fitted and she never lacked for a star player in her dreams. Tonight he was wearing blue jeans and a white button-down that had the top few pearly buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up, showcasing well-built forearms.

When Lottie, the waitress, sauntered over to him, coffee pot in hand, Chaya bit back her snarl of frustration, neither understanding nor appreciative of the jealousy that coursed through her.

What right do I have to be jealous over a man whose name I don’t even know?

She dropped the remaining silverware into the bin and made short work of wiping the table before making the trek back into the kitchen.

You get lost out there? asked Tom, the cook.

Thought I’d just take a break and shop for a while, she retorted, a half smile on her face.

Hope you brought me something, the man said.

Sure did. Dirty dishes.

She flashed him a wide grin as she took her place by the sinks and began to wash. The loud, powerful spray halted her conversation with Tom for the time being. As she worked she ignored the ache in her lower back and focused on why she had taken the second job.

Hockey.

She shook her hand and removed everything from her mind other than work. Now was not the time for dwelling on the past.

When her shift was over, she exited out the back. The cold air whipped around the building, slamming into her with considerable force, and she tugged her coat tighter while hastening her steps. Piedmont was a town along the Canadian border. Their winters sure got cold. Although not winter yet, if this was any indication of what was to come, it was going to be a long one. She climbed into her older model Toyota 4 Runner and started the ignition.

A shiver skated up her spine and she snapped her head up. Scanning the dimly lit area, she searched for the source of the feeling. Off to the right she saw a figure hidden in the shadows and thoughts immediately returned to the man from the diner.

Cripes, get a grip, she admonished herself.

Nevertheless. The fact remained that it had been him she’d thought about, mostly because the shiver she had experienced was similar to the ones he gave her when he stared at her inside the diner—sexual in nature.

As she drove away, she stole a final glance in the rear-view mirror. The air seemed to shimmer before…nothing.

Biting back a curse, she gave her driving all her attention and chalked her imagination up to being exhausted and horny. And hungry. Her stomach rumbled and she peered sideways at the bag sitting on the passenger seat with her meal in it.

Once in her driveway, she hurried inside. Sara Kelly lifted her bent head. Her blue eyes twinkled and she got to her feet.

Hi, Sara said.

Evening, Sara. How was he?

Sara smiled and shrugged her shoulders, blonde hair moving in time with her movements. Excellent. He’s very excited about the start of hockey season.

Digging into her purse, she pulled out the money owed. Thank you so much.

Sara loaded her backpack and swung it over her shoulder. Not a problem. He’s so easy and it’s so much easier to study over here. She pocketed the money. I’ll see you on Wednesday.

Thanks again, Sara. Chaya walked her to the door.

My pleasure, Mrs Stevenson. Goodnight.

‘Night. Drive safe.

Chaya stood on the porch until Sara had backed out of the drive and was on her way home. Then she went back in and locked up. She toed off her shoes, swept them up and headed for her room to shower and change. Then she ate. After that, when the lights were off except for in the hall, she peered into the small room where her pride and joy lay sleeping.

Her son, Daniel ‘Danny’ Stevenson. She stared at him lying there, only the light from the hall offering a view of his slumbering body. He looked so much like his father some days that it hurt.

He was the reason she had picked up this second job. Danny played hockey and while last year she’d got by on having him wear second-hand gear, he’d had a growth spurt and she needed all new for him to continue to play. Hockey was the one thing he loved to do and she would move mountains to keep him in it.

Goodnight, baby, she murmured to her seven-year old. It was the only time she could get away with calling him baby instead of Danny. She set foot back out into the hall and put his new gear down by his door so he’d see it when he woke bright and early for practice. Then, after blowing him a kiss, she headed to her own room for some much-needed sleep.

Her dreams were filled with visions of her mystery man from the diner. When her alarm