Wendy Waters traveled to the Middle East for a horse race, not to become a woman displaced in time. During a rest stop she and her horse traveled from their time to another. Once she was returned to civilization, her scientific mind was forced to accept the evidence of the world around her. She was alive in 1906 Cairo. Through the kindness of an elderly woman Wendy is presented to Cairo Society as an unfortunate relative.
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A 21st century veterinarian by training and an independent woman by birth, Wendy is determined to earn, win, purchase or steal the right to determine her own future. Her escape from a cobra infested oasis unexpectedly provides her the means to reclaim her independence. To her surprise, only her encounters with Mr. Arthur Doyle are more confusing than the results of a reckless encounter with a Sheikh of the Bedouin and her accidental purchase of a native family.
Arthur Doyle was banished to Egypt by his father, an event that allowed him to dedicate his life to his beloved field of Anthropology. For thirteen years he has observed and noted the daily interactions of the native Egyptian, earning himself the title of Watching Lion. He is a man driven by rational detachment and a thirst for knowledge, not by passion. His first encounter with the unusually bold Mrs. Waters leaves him growling and in need of liquid fortification.
Despite his intention to observe without interaction, Arthur finds himself drawn to Mrs. Waters managing ways and her bold speech. After Wendy’s elderly benefactress is taken ill, she finds herself consistently ambushed by Mr. Arthur Doyle. To her surprise his kiss curls her toes and his touch burns like the midday sun. What is a modern woman supposed to do with a Victorian man?