Alexander opened his eyes very wide. “Me? Me? I did that? You weren’t
even there. Do you want to know what you can do with me?” He leered. “Tell me
some more stories about sex-mad queens and priestesses. They sound quite
entertaining, but wait until we’re alone. I don’t want to miss a word you say.”
I narrowed my eyes. “If I find out that that you...”
“If I what?” he asked cheerfully.
I didn’t answer. I was looking over his shoulder at a figure in the
distance. He must have seen the look on my face because he whirled around. For
a moment he didn’t move. Then he dug his heels into Bucephalus’s sides, and,
with a wild whoop, galloped madly down the dusty road leaving me staring after
him with a bemused expression.
Chiron wriggled on my back and started to whine. I dropped my reins and unhooked the
backpack, pulling him around to my chest. Holding the baby on front of me, I
said to him, “There goes my husband, rushing to greet his best friend whom he
hasn’t seen in over three months - his best friend who just happens to be your
daddy.”
I spoke in English. I didn’t think anyone else would quite understand
the complexities of the situation, which I’d already edited for Chiron’s ears.
The soldiers around me thought I said blessings. Chiron waved and gurgled
happily at my breast. All he was interested in was milk. I could never
understand why Chiron seemed to be the only human being who didn’t mind
Alexander’s singing. It made most babies turn purple and scream. At first I was
worried that he was deaf, but then I realized Chiron was just a little oddball.
He would probably turn into one of those weird kids who love broccoli and
algebra.
The sun shined, the flags flapped merrily, the soldiers sang, and the
Indus River, huge, brown, and deceptively sluggish, flowed like caramel by our
sides.
We were in India!
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BLURB:
In Nysa, Alexander the Great and time traveling journalist Ashley find
their abducted son Paul being worshiped as ""the son of the
moon"". Knowing she can’t change history and that Alexander’s kingdom
will be torn apart when he dies, Ashley must make the terrible decision to
leave her firstborn son in the sacred valley.
Alexander
presses on to India, where he and Ashley are welcomed with feasts - and
treachery. They struggle through
monsoons, face the might of Porus’s army, and outwit deadly Brahmin rebels.
Facing the reality of Alexander’s looming death, Ashley considers the
unthinkable - How to save him, and the consequences of cheating the Fates. Book
III in the Time for Alexander series"
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jennifer Macaire lives in France
with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves
cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her
balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the
Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas
and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France
and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to
make up stories.
Facebook page : https://www.facebook.com/TimeforAlexander/
Twitter : @jennnifermacaire
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