Book seven in the Ra's Chosen series. After watching all his warriors find their mates, Ra wants nothing more than to find his own. How hard can it be? He's an Egyptian god, for crying out loud. Women should fall at his feet-and into his bed. When he discovers his destiny, he's flabbergasted that she doesn't accept him at the word go. He must wrap his head, and arms, around this mortal woman. Fast. Shanda doesn't want a man right now. No way, no how. But when the sexy stranger shows up at her museum, her sex-starved body doesn't care. It wants him . . . posthaste. She might have a chance in hell of resisting him, if he'd only stop kissing her. With the pressure of having to tell Shanda what he truly is, Ra bumbles the job left and right. Very un-godlike. And when she does everything she can to stay out of his bed and his life, Ra must win her over the only way he knows how. With seduction.