Sixteen year old January James is off to Egypt to spend a month on an archaelogical dig…one complete with a mummy’s curse, a mysterious theft, and a numalicious hottie named Seth who just might be the reincarnation of an ancient Egyptian God…
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: If you find this letter, it means I, January James, am lost in the Sahara desert. The Sahara is in Egypt, right?
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: If you find this letter, it means that I, January James, have fallen down the burial shaft of the Tomb of Tekhen and Tekhnet where I’m spending a month working as a conservator, and am probably lying at the bottom, dead from a broken leg and thirst…
TO WHOEVER FINDS MY SAND-SCOURED, WITHERED CORPSE: I’m dead. It’s the mummy’s curse. Don’t blame Seth, he was just trying to help, even if everyone does say he’s the reincarnation of an evil Egyptian god. He’s not. I know, because no one who kisses like he does can be truly evil.
HELP! I’m stuck in Egypt with a pushy girl, a cursed bracelet, and a hottie who makes my toes curl…
