A beautiful archaeologist. A love triangle. A mystery surrounding ancient artifacts.
Iris Maddox is an Egyptology graduate student, and doesn’t have time for love. But when she experiences strange visions during an excavation project, her life takes a drastic turn. Feeling confused and overworked, Iris travels to New York City to take a short break. While visiting her brother, she develops a mutual interest in his friend, John Hale.
But there’s someone else, too. During tough times, Iris has taken comfort in her colleague, Rob Marshall. Soon caught in a love triangle, Iris has difficult decisions to make. Will this career-driven woman be swept up by love?
A paranormal romance set in distant Egypt, Iris is a captivating love story with a dash of mystery.
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I'm still a little bitter that I couldn't go to Rome this summer. I don't particularly care for Roman archaeology, but I do value the field experience. I've participated in the summer program every year since I came to Brown University four years ago. I looked forward to it all year. But no, my brother couldn't handle his own business, so I had to bail him out with my travel fund.
That's okay, though; I'm getting lots of great experience macerating road kill in the lab. This was far more valuable than eight weeks of excavation experience. Yeah, I'm only slightly irritated. Luckily, Dr. Sorenson e-mails me regularly about what was going on. That makes me feel like I'm still part of the team.
At least the weather is pleasant here in Providence: it was warm, breezy, and clear. It was the kind of weather that can cheer up even the darkest moods. I walked to the lab every day. It was only fifteen minutes from my place off the east side of campus. Between the weather and exercise, my mood improved.
I came, to Brown, to pursue my Master's and Doctorate in Egyptology. I have been in love with Egypt ever since I could remember; the history, the architecture, the people, all of it. It's a tough field to get into, however. Egyptians take their history and their heritage very seriously. They don't just let anyone work there. If you're not among the best and brightest, then go home. To that end, I have joyously dedicated the last four years of my life.
I strolled through the employee entrance that opens into the hallway next to my office and the adjacent lab. Fortunately, the janitor already opened my office door. The lock was junk. The last time I tried to unlock it, my hand slipped and I ended up with a splinter the size of a toothpick in my palm. He saw it happen and has opened it for me ever since.
