Seduced By Her Rebel Warrior
A forbidden warrior An irresistible seduction! Atia’s father, a Roman Governor, wants her help to quash a rebellion in his lands. But ordered to keep a close eye on a rebel prisoner, Rab, down-trodden Atia is utterly spellbound. When she’s sent with Rab on a punishing mission through the desert, their instant, wild attraction becomes a powerful longing. Atia must choose: guard her damaged heart forever or surrender to the promise of pleasure in Rab’s arms…
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A forbidden warrior
An irresistible seduction!
Atia’s father, a Roman governor, wants her help to quash a rebellion in his lands. But ordered to keep a close eye on a rebel prisoner, Rab, downtrodden Atia is utterly spellbound. When she’s sent with Rab on a punishing mission through Arabia, their instant, wild attraction becomes a powerful longing. Atia must choose: guard her damaged heart forever or surrender to the promise of pleasure in Rab’s arms...
GRETA GILBERT’s passion for ancient history began with a teenage crush on Indiana Jones. As an adult she landed her dream job at National Geographic Learning, where her colleagues—former archaeologists—helped her learn to keep her facts straight. Now she lives in South Baja, Mexico, where she continues to study the ancients. She is especially intrigued by ancient mysteries, and always keeps a little Indiana Jones inside her heart.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08891-6
SEDUCED BY HER REBEL WARRIOR
© 2019 Greta Gilbert
Published in Great Britain 2019
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For Mike Noble—
the kindest, wisest, funniest, bravest,
most wonderful stepdad in the universe.
Contents
Rome—101 CE
Atia always knew she would die young. Even before she visited the ancient sisters she sensed her days were numbered.
On the morning of her twelfth birthday, Atia’s mother shook her awake. ‘Dress quickly, my dear,’ she said. ‘Today all will be revealed.’
Together they hurried down theVia Sacra,their heads hooded, their eyes fixed upon the paving stones.
‘Faster, Atia,’ her mother urged, for gossip moved like brushfire through the streets of Rome. ‘If your father finds out about our errand, we will feel his wrath in lashes.’
Atia hurried after her mother as they made their way into the Subura slum. They entered a towering insula and began to climb—one floor, five floors, ten. Finally, they reached the highest floor and stood before a door. Atia’s mother knocked and it creaked open.
‘May I help you?’ called an ancient voice. Atia peered into the shadows and beheld a short, round woman with hair as white as the moon.
‘We have an appointment,’ said Atia’s mother. ‘A reading for my daughter.’
‘Ah yes—the ladies of Palatine Hill,’ said the woman. She gave Atia’s mother a second glance, as all people did. ‘Please, seat yourselves,’ the old woman said, then disappeared down a dark corridor.
Atia and her mother took their seats at a large circular table. Soon the round woman re-emerged, carrying an incense lamp. A chunk of amber-coloured rock smouldered inside the lamp’s wide belly, producing a rich, otherworldly scent.
