Release Date: May 2nd, 2014
Upper Young Adult Fantasy
Summary from Goodreads:
“. . . the Sons would never just let
him go—alive.”
Seth O’Keefe has broken the laws of his god. He never thought he would sacrifice his own future to
protect a Daughter of Isis. But when the Sons of Se
t discovered Natti is the Secret Keeper, he had no
choice. Now, Seth and Natti are on the run from his
father, who wants nothing more than to see Seth
dead. With no allies, Seth turns to the Daughters o
f Isis for help, hoping they would protect Natti. But
when they meet the Daughters, he discovers a secret
that puts both their lives in more danger. Low on
options, Seth sees only one possibility for survival. He must help Natti solve an ancient puzzle and find
the secret name of Ra.
Natara “Natti” Stone is having a hard time swallowing the truth. She can’t believe what she has learned
in the past twenty-four hours: Seth is a Son of Set
blessed with charm; she is a Daughter of Isis blessed
with a sliver of Ma ‘at; the locket her grandmother
gave her holds an ancient Egyptian secret linking
to
Osiris and Isis. That along with being tortured and
brutalized by the Sons of Set, she can hardly hold
herself together. Thank God for Seth’s touch! That
warm, tingling sensation that drowns it all out. Ye
t
her heart struggles to stay focused. She must quickly embrace her destiny before the secret name of Ra
falls into the wrong hands.
*Note: Content for Upper YA*
Book One:
***Some Praise for Daughter of Isis***
"Daughter of Isis is an addicting and enthralling read brimming with Egyptian mythology. Readers will
be
pulled into the story after simply reading a page!"
—Emily, Reader Rising
“I always enjoy a good book about Mythology and Daughter of Isis brings a thrilling modern day spin to
one of the tales. Kelsey Ketch wove the story perfectly and sucked me right into her magnificent world
.”
—Naomi, Nomi's Paranormal Palace
***Excerpt From Son of Set***
***Warning: Excerpt May Contain
Spoilers***
Chapter 1
Seth wrung a blood-soaked hand towel until the fabric pinched the flesh of his aching palms. Droplets
of
Natti’s diluted blood trickled into the running water. When the cotton began to dry, he drowned it again
and wrung it out even tighter. Yet, no matter how sore his hands were, the haunting bloodstains on the
towel wouldn’t wash away. Exhausted and frustrated,
he tossed the towel into the basin. He slammed
the faucet off, leaned over the counter, and stared
at his reflection. Dark circles and black kohl accented
his turquoise eyes. Large, swollen bruises coated his lightly tanned skin, each screaming with the
slightest movement. Dry blood encrusted his wrists.
His back ached and his knees were coated with
grime. Even so, his injuries carried little pain compared to the memories he was still trying to process:
his own father, Sean, drawing Seth’s Glock 38 on him at the hospital; being chained down in Set’s
Temple and listening to Natti’s screams while his father dosed her with synthetic scorpion venom;
watching Sean enslave her essence; seeing the ceremonial dagger poised over her breast. Seth shoved
his fingers through his copper hair, trying to force the images out of his mind.
A soft moan, a harsh groan, and then a scream echoed from the next room. Seth’s overwhelmed system
surged with adrenaline. He raced into the bedroom of the hotel room. Natti had her back pressed
against the pillows and headboard as she manically
swiped at the old, floral bedcover. She abruptly
withdrew her hand with another scream and began to
cower, her knees brought up to her chest.
“I don’t know,” she bellowed. “I don’t know.”
“Natti?” Seth rushed to her side. He stared at the
bedcover, trying to determine who or what she was
shouting at.
Natti turned her glassy eyes to him with a gasp. She scrambled sideways, and Seth had to catch her
before she fell over the edge of the king-sized bed
. Her panicky screams transformed into desperate
cries for help. Afraid someone would hear her, Seth
quickly covered her mouth. She struggled against
him for a brief moment before she finally went limp
in his arms. Her silver-violet eyes were filled with
fear.
“Shh,” Seth cooed, trying to keep his own heart from leaping out of his chest. He stared into the eyes
that had bewitched him on the first day they met. When she looked back at him, it was like she was
gazing at a stranger. He swallowed a lump that formed in his throat and slowly raised his fingers from
her lips.
“I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I don’t know. I swear, I don’t know.”
“Natti, it’s me,” Seth whispered, mentally begging
the gods to help her. “It’s Seth. We met at school
in
mid-September. I rescued you at the festival. I helped you escape from the temple. Don’t you
remember?”
Her body tensed under his hold, and her gaze went wild while she scanned the room. “Oh God, please. .
. . I don’t know.”
“Natti.”
She wasn’t paying any attention to him. Her eyes were beginning to dilate, and her body vibrated with
fear. Seth finally called on his blessing from Set,
his magical charm, to try to calm her, but her mind was
too wired and her veins throbbed under his touch. She suddenly screeched and thrashed violently in his
arms.
“No. No, stop. I don’t know.” Her anxiety was building. Grabbing hold of her flying fists, Seth pinned
her
down on the bed. Her back arched and her legs kicked while she attempted to wrench herself from his
grasp.
“Natti, stop,” he ordered. “Stop!”
***Giveaway***
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