Kiss of the Virgin Queen
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Sharon Buchbinder
Amazon best-selling author Sharon Buchbinder's broad range of writing includes internationally best-selling textbooks and award-winning novels that tell haunting tales of love, family secrets, forgiveness, extraordinary abilities, truth, justice, and redemption. She believes happily ever afters are born through strengths developed in overcoming adversity in fiction and real life. If you enjoy authors Heather Graham, Christine Feehan, and Nalini Singh, you will probably enjoy Sharon's Western romance ghost stories, woven with supernatural, Native American paranormal suspense elements. Set in small towns in the American West with strong female heroines, sexy male heroes, secret government agencies, undercover agents, shape-shifters, werewolves, weretigers, ghosts, jinnis (genies), telekinesis, teleportation, remote viewing, these stories will make you wonder about those bumps in the night. For more information go to https://www.sharonbuchbinder.com/
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Kiss of the Virgin Queen - Sharon Buchbinder
Inc.
Arta Shahani stood at the curb
of the one-runway Summertown Airport, took a deep breath of clean air, and admired the pristine mountains. An eagle floated overhead, enjoying the updraft. He wished he could ride the wind with the bird, and watch the green vistas and mountains roll under him again. One of the hazards of living in the Washington D.C. area was he sometimes forgot the more remote, less populated portions of the country. No matter, once he was with Eliana, it didn’t matter where he was. With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven…
He tapped his foot and jingled the change in his pocket and then stopped, suddenly self-aware of his mannerisms. Arta felt a flush of embarrassment dashed with a tinge of boyish anticipation. Eliana. All he had to do was think her name and crazy things came over him. His pulse raced, muscles tensed, blood rushed to all the wrong parts of his body. He knew the term for it, flight, fight, or f—
The sharp blast of a car horn interrupted his musings.
The object of his fascination sat in a black government sedan in front of him.
Eliana.
For a frozen moment, he stopped breathing. His stomach plummeted, and his pulse kicked into erratic beats. He couldn’t stop staring at her. Her green eyes sparkled with humor, and a mischievous grin spread from one flushed cheek to the other. Just as lovely as the first time he met her and took her hand. A jolt of joy headed for his pants. That would never do. He placed his briefcase over his groin and waved.
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~*~
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Kiss of the
Virgin Queen
by
Sharon Buchbinder
Kiss of the Jinni Hunter Series
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Kiss of the Virgin Queen
COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Sharon Buchbinder
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.
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Publishing History
First Black Rose Edition, 2015
Print ISBN 978-1-5092-0392-8
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0393-2
Kiss of the Jinni Hunter Series
Published in the United States of America
Dedications
This book is dedicated with love to my husband, Dale, our son, Joshua, our daughter-in-law, Elyse,
and our grandson, Dexter.
They remind me every day
that the gift of a loving family is priceless.
~*~
It is also dedicated to my tireless and supportive editor,
Amanda Barnett,
who takes my lumps of coal and turns them into
diamonds.
~*~
And to Sharon Saracino, my patient critique partner,
who props me up and cheers me on
when words fail me.
Author’s Note
Anyone who has read my previous novels knows that before I begin to write, I conduct extensive research and steep myself in the materials. This approach enables me to speak through the characters and narrative with rich and correct content. I also rely on subject matter experts and beta readers from diverse disciplines and cultural backgrounds who provide corrections and feedback to me before I submit a story for consideration for publication. I would be remiss if I did not thank my readers here, starting with my ever patient husband, Dale Buchbinder, who read every single draft of the story. My deep gratitude goes to the following people for their expertise and feedback: Deborah Barrett, Marta Bliese, John Darrin, Charlayne Elizabeth Denney, Hal Dorin, Karysa Faire, Tahereh Fazel, Joya Fields, Karen and Ken Giek, Nancy Greenwald, Sabrina Lemieux, Drs. Anisa and Ziad Mirza, Zee Monodee, Dr. Patricia Romero, Tina Rucci, Sharon Saracino, Tahmineh Shadkhoo, Dr. Jay Tobin, Robin Vandenbroeck, Beth White Werrell, Stephanie Williams, and Susan Willis. Big hugs to my brilliant editor, Amanda Barnett, who challenges me to polish my work until it shines.
This sequel to The Kiss of the Silver Wolf follows up on the origin of jinnis, or genies, who, like humans, can choose to be good or evil. I interwove jinni lore with the mesmerizing story of the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon, two heroic Biblical figures who, many say, had supernatural powers. I wondered how this three-thousand-year-old state affair between two super powers became embedded in our collective consciousness. I also wondered about the impact of this epic romance on our lives today, who the descendants of this royal romance might be, where they lived, and what they might be doing now. The importance of centuries-old hurts to contemporary events of today is evident in the daily news. Likewise, the Biblical storyline is important to the resolution of the contemporary portion of this book.
In my research, I discovered that despite the differences between and among cultures, four major religions, Judaism, Christianity, Ethiopian Coptic Christianity, and Islam, tell, retell, and revere the story of the Queen of Sheba and King Solomon. The Hebrew Bible, the Old Testament in the Christian Bible, contains the story in very short form, but repeats it in two places, in 1 Kings and in Chronicles, as if one telling was not enough. The repetition of the same tale in two places was a way to ensure the story would be found, told and retold, even if the books of the Bible were somehow separated from one another.
As the only foreign queen mentioned in the Bible who appears to be considered an equal to King Solomon, this mystery woman has been claimed by no less than three countries: Arabia and Yemen, where she is call Bilqis, Balqis, or Balkis, and Ethiopia, where she is known as Makeda. Her role in these stories has been interpreted by many scholars in multiple ways. The Queen of Sheba has been seen as a symbol of trade, as an example of nations converted to monotheism in a polytheist world, as a warning against foreign women and their wiles, and, finally, as a romance between a powerful king and an equally powerful queen.
Scholars who interpret the Queen of Sheba as a symbol of trade point to the significant trade routes that ran through regions under the control of Israel. All trade routes had to be protected from bandits or the products would never reach the marketplace. Frankincense was so valuable that men who worked in the factories were required to strip and be searched before they left for the day to ensure they took none of the product home. This lightweight incense was prized all over the world and used in religious rituals throughout the Middle Eastern region, especially at funerals. The wealthier the individual, the more frankincense was used. Israel’s territory lay between the region of production of frankincense and many destination ports. Without the protection of the King of Israel, other countries would not be able to thrive and survive. Was the Queen of Sheba merely a symbol of trade and the rest of the world showing its submission to the great and wise King Solomon?
Scholars who interpreted this story as a way of showing King Solomon’s favor in the eyes of his Lord, and to underscore the significance of the need for monotheism in a world of multiple gods, point to archaeological evidence of multiple gods and goddesses still present in the time of King David and King Solomon. Archaeologists have found evidence that Asherah, the female goddess, was worshipped in the first and second temples of Jerusalem. Prophets and priests opposed to polytheism may have created the story of the Queen of Sheba’s visit and conversion to monotheism as an example of what other nations should do. Was the Queen of Sheba merely a prop to provide a good role model for other nations?
Some stories about the Queen of Sheba have indicated her origins were exotic and supernatural, with a mother who was a jinniyah, or genie. Other, darker stories demonize the Queen of Sheba and make her synonymous with Lilith, Adam’s first wife, who left him to become a soul-sucking demon and baby killer. In early times, the war over which god would prevail was a very real one, and priests and priestesses of gods opposing one God were not well tolerated, even killed, on the road to monotheism. Foreign women became synonymous with foreign gods and evil ways. Solomon’s tolerance of his multiple wives’ religions was seen as a character flaw. Were these stories about the Queen of Sheba created to serve as a horrid example of foreign customs?
Finally, the romance between two great and powerful heads of state is irresistible. Many scholars offer strong support of a real love story. One of the strongest pieces of evidence is the use of the Hebrew word in the phrase she came to him.
There are many different words the scribe could have used, however, the one selected has a sexual meaning, used in the Hebrew Bible only in sexual situations. The romantic description of the meeting and their interactions, including such phrases as she communed with him of all that was in her heart,
there was no more spirit in her,
and king Solomon gave unto the queen of Sheba all her desire, whatsoever she asked, beside that which Solomon gave her of his royal bounty,
makes the reader wonder what he gave her, since she was wealthy, too. In fact, the largesse of her gifts of state is over the top, even for a visiting dignitary. Was it, in fact, a wedding dowry? If so, why did she leave and return to her own country with her servants? What happened? Was this a love lost?
According to the Kebra Negast, the constitution and Holy Book of Ethiopia, Makeda, the Queen of Sheba from that nation, returned to her country with her servants and gifts only King Solomon could give to her: a signet ring, a child, and a Solomonic dynasty that endured to the last Ethiopian emperor, Haile Selassie I. For the purposes of this book, it is this story that I followed and brought to the twenty-first century via the African Diaspora.
The authenticity of the Queen of Sheba/King Solomon legend has been a subject of inquiry for many archaeological and Biblical scholars. Outside of materials written well after the tenth century before the common era (BCE), e.g., Kings 1-13 of the Hebrew Bible/Old Testament, Targum Sheni (Second Targum
, the second Book of Esther), the Ethiopian Kebra Negast or Glory of Kings, and the Holy Qu’aran, no written archeological evidence of King Solomon’s existence has been found in Israel to date. Furthermore, no external chronologists, such as the Babylonians and Assyrians, recorded any stories about King Solomon, although they had written records about kings of Israel who followed him. Any timelines that exist have been scholars’ estimates based on interpolation of times and names used in the Biblical era and extant sources, such as Babylonian and Assyrian records.
The past predicts our future and our family history and culture are intrinsic parts of our identity. Many families have oral histories and legends of connections to royalty. In this story, I follow one family’s oral history through biblical and contemporary times. Join me on this epic paranormal journey into the past and present. Whatever your background or belief system, I hope you enjoy the story. If you are interested in the articles, books, movies, and other sources I used to research this novel, I would be happy to send you my list of references. Just email me at:
Happy reading!
Sharon Buchbinder
Prologue
No matter how far we are in the future,
everything connects us to our past.
Aksum, Ethiopia, 965 B.C.E.
Makeda clambered up the steep outcropping of rocks in pursuit of a white snake. She saw the creature sunning itself on a large boulder, its normally sleek shape enlarged in the center with a bulge the size of a rat, and she wanted him. After a big meal, the slithering would stop and he’d be easy to catch. As soon as she caught the snake, she’d shove him in Tamrin’s face.
Stupid boy. How dare he say girls didn’t know how to catch snakes in a tone used for speaking to babies? Even though he was twelve, two years older than she was, didn’t she throw a spear farther, ride her horse harder, and catch more pheasants than he did? Fish practically threw themselves on her carved bone hooks.
In fact, Makeda ran faster, climbed higher, and hunted better than all the other children and many of the adults in Aksum. Hadn’t she brought down a lioness when the predator attacked a woman in the market place? Everyone else had screamed and fled—the cowards. She, a mere girl, stood her ground and speared the big cat, saving the mother and her unborn child. Her actions proved to the men and boys she was a warrior in her own right, not just the king’s daughter.
The only animals she didn’t hunt were the red, long-legged wolves. She was five the first time she spotted the creatures. While riding out to hunt antelope with her father, a she-wolf surrounded by a litter of pups locked eyes with Makeda.
Frozen in time, it seemed as if the female whispered to her, Go away. Leave me to raise my babies. Spare me and when your time comes, we will do the same for you and yours.
At last, she had pulled away from the creature’s penetrating gaze and caught her father watching her, his dark brown forehead creased in a worried expression.
"Why do you look at me in that way, Baba? Is something wrong?"
He reached over and felt Makeda’s brow. Are you not well, my daughter?
She shook her head. The wolf snared me with her eyes and spoke to me. Asked for mercy.
Her father’s eyes grew as large as eggs, and he held up the palm of his right hand. Stop. Say nothing more of this.
Baba, what’s wrong?
She had never seen her father afraid of anyone or anything. The supreme ruler feared nothing. Until that day.
His lips had thinned to a knife’s edge. Tell no one. Do you hear me?
Baba had never spoken to her in such a harsh tone before. Tears rose in her eyes. She dared not speak for fear of choking on her words. Makeda nodded. They never mentioned the incident again. Now, despite the heat baking the stones beneath her feet, she shuddered at the memory. Stop thinking about the wolves. Keep going. A few more boulders to climb and she’d have the snake in her hand.
A sharp rock pricked her palm and a trickle of blood ran down her arm. Although at times, scraped, bruised, and covered in tiny cuts, her hands seldom scarred. Her father told Makeda her mother had healed the same way and the extra toe on each foot gave her special powers. My heart, you are my little goat.
Tamrin shouted at her from below. The wind snatched his words and carried them into the clouds. She glanced over her shoulder, and the sight took her breath away. A shrub-strewn carpet of green grass broken up with craggy hills, a wandering river, and scrubby bushes stretched beneath her. This is why the Sun God rose each morning. To admire his handiwork.
"Nay! Come! Tamrin’s shout carried to her over a gust of wind.
Soon it will be sundown. She knew the rest. He ended everything with,
Your father will kill me and my family if I don’t bring you back safely."
Where was all his boasting and blustering when it came to her father? Vanished like a rat in a hole. She dismissed his warning with a shake of her head, pulled herself over a ledge and headed upward, closer to the sun and the snake. Lazy beast. Sitting right in front of a large cleft, the snake hissed, as if to say, Come get me.
Water gourd bouncing on her thigh, Makeda now stood on the boulder. Two more steps and she’d pounce. One, two—just as she reached for him, he turned his head, flicked his tongue, and slipped into the cave. She followed him into the darkness, deep into the grotto, her trusty feet feeling the way. Her eyes adjusted to the gloom. Aha! Right there on a big boulder. One more step and—
A soundless explosion of light dazzled Makeda. Blinded by its brilliance, she stumbled back. Cool and slick, the wet rock walls did little to help her keep her balance. She blinked, shook her head, and gasped. Where the snake had been, sat a giant. Even seated, the ferhenjee, this stranger with red skin the color of a young curly horned antelope, was twice her father’s size. Mouth dry, heart hammering in her throat, her vision finally adjusted to the light.
The ferhenjee had a man’s body with sparks circling his head like embers from a blazing fire. A prominent beak-shaped nose dominated his profile. He stared at her with eyes the same color of the morning sky. His gaze pinned her to the rock floor. Behind him, wings—too many to count, fluttered and stirred up a breeze. Her brow, once hot and sweaty, cooled.
Hands clenched into fists, her mind alternated between wanting to fight the creature, run away, or freeze in his sky colored stare. Immobility won.
He must be the Sun God, angry with me for climbing this high. I only wanted to catch the snake.
The giant threw his head back and roared.
Released from his stare, Makeda fell to her knees and bowed her head. Please don’t kill me, Sun God. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you.
I’m not angry, child. I’m laughing.
He chuckled. Don’t call me Sun God. It offends my King.
She jerked her head up. The ferhenjee was smiling. Who are you? Are you from the stars? Who is your king? How did you get here?
She took a deep breath, prepared to ask more questions.
Stop.
His voice rumbled like the sound of a rushing waterfall.
She bowed her head again. Maybe she should flatten herself on the floor of the cave to please him.
No, Makeda, please remain standing.
Tremors shook her body and her teeth rattled. Just like she had heard the wolf’s thoughts, he knew hers—and her name.
He sighed and wind gusted in the cavern. I am Metatron, humble servant of the greatest of all gods. I bring a message for you.
She peeked up through strands of hair. Me? Why me?
You have a majestic life ahead of you. Your son will rule a great kingdom.
Despite her fear, the notion of being a mother tickled her gut and tore huge gulps of laughter out of her throat. He had to be blind. She wasn’t even a woman yet.
The creature stared at her. You dare to laugh?
You don’t understand. I’m never going to marry. I will never have children—
The giant creature stood, and his head touched the top of the cave. Her voice caught in her throat. He looked like her father had the day she heard the wolf speak. He glowered at her.
Hear me, Makeda. You will become the mother of a nation of kings. Go home and prepare yourself. Learn everything you can about love, honor, and becoming a wise and just ruler, so you can teach your son and his son.
She was terrified of this messenger and his god, but rules were rules. Her mother had been banished when she was a baby. Her father, the great king, forbid anyone to speak of her. No one ever mentioned her mother’s name, for fear of being put to death.
She shook her head. I’m sorry, whoever you are. I cannot rule my father’s kingdom unless I am a virgin. It is forbidden for me to marry. I was born to rule. It is my destiny.
Sparks flew off him and the cave blazed with the light of day. Fear and awe filled her from head to toe when he grew larger and larger, filling up the space. One of his wings brushed her cheek, soft as the fuzz of a baby bird.
How could something so big have such a gentle touch?
"You are young and foolish. You will grow and learn. Above all else, you must seek wisdom. That is your destiny."
Chapter One
Summertown, West Virginia, U.S.A., Present Day
A picturesque flight over the Appalachian Mountains to Summertown, West Virginia gave Special Agent Eliana Solomon of the Homeland Security, Science and Technology Directorate, Anomaly Defense Division time to process the urgent report she’d received by email. Up until this week, the existence of werewolf packs had been concealed from the general population. Now reports of the secretive shape shifters exploded in her inbox. Where had this information been all this time? Had the government monitored them all along? If so, why had her boss, Bert Blackfeather, insisted on her obtaining proof of their existence, along with the jinnis? She’d pry an answer