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Mommy’s Little Mummy

A Mommy’s Little Series Story

By Mia Watts

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Daytona Beach, FL 32118

Mommy’s Little Mummy

Edited by Darlena Cunha and Liza Green

Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-471-0

work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain,

is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of

$250,000.

Electronic Release: February 2012

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s

imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely

coincidental.

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Chapter One

August 14, 30 BCE

“We can be together,” Remmao insisted. “There’s a way.”

He darted a look over his shoulder, and his thin black braids swung around his head. The

tips brushed the thick gold collar adorning his shoulders. When he faced Licenius again, he

blinked endless obsidian eyes, lined by royal coal, a mark of his status as Queen’s scribe.

The same anxiety that made Remmao’s voice a hushed whisper, kept Licenius on alert.

As the Roman emissary to Egypt, his situation was precarious at best. Queen Cleopatra was

dead, and in the wake of her demise, the political relationships she coveted were viewed

skeptically by those left behind. Especially those who catered to her whims, like Licenius.

“Impossible,” Licenius argued. “I can’t stay in Egypt. You couldn’t come with me to

Rome safely, either.”

Remmao’s usually serious face relaxed into a smile. His lips appeared unnaturally rosy

and Licenius wondered if he’d colored them with henna for his benefit. His gaze lowered,

appreciating the sculpted bare chest glowing bronze in the desert heat, and the pleated white

linen skirt that displayed Remmao’s finely honed calves to their best advantage.

“I have methods to protect us. It means leaving this and all family behind forever. Do you

trust me?” Remmao asked.

If he’d asked the question mere weeks ago, Licenius would have drawn his sword and

held it at the other man’s throat. A lot had changed in short order. Now all he wanted was to

layer kisses on that fine neck.

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