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A hardened survivor of more than a dozen gladiatorial combats, Valens's raw masculinity fuels many women's sexual fantasies. He is outside polite society, and Roman noblewoman Julia Antonia knows she should have nothing to do with a man who is little more than a slave.
But with a wisp of scandal clinging to her stola, Julia is drawn inexorably toward the forbidden danger he represents. For Valens, Julia is a tantalizing reminder of the life ...
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Overview

A hardened survivor of more than a dozen gladiatorial combats, Valens's raw masculinity fuels many women's sexual fantasies. He is outside polite society, and Roman noblewoman Julia Antonia knows she should have nothing to do with a man who is little more than a slave.
But with a wisp of scandal clinging to her stola, Julia is drawn inexorably toward the forbidden danger he represents. For Valens, Julia is a tantalizing reminder of the life he'd been torn from. To claim her, he must fight one final time--and win!
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  • ISBN-13: 9780373294176
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/1/2006
  • Series: Harlequin Historical Series , #817
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 0.90 (d)

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Rome
65 BC

Who was that man? And, more importantly, why did she know him?
Julia Antonia risked another look at the man standing in the portico of the baths. It was not his bronzed muscular legs emerging from his almost too-short tunic nor the breadth of his shoulders that captured her attention, but rather the planes of his shadowed face. She knew those features as intimately as she knew an old friend's and yet, when she heard him speak to his companion, she knew she had never heard his voice before.
His gaze caught hers and it seemed as if he could look into her soul. He arched an eyebrow and nodded. Did he recognize her as well? Her fingers pulled her russet shawl more firmly about her head and shoulders and smoothed the folds of her green wool gown, making sure she was dressed in a manner appropriate for a Roman matron.
Sabina Claudia, her stepmother, gave that high-pitched cackle she always used when she tore some unsuspecting matron's reputation to shreds and threw the scraps into the swollen river of Roman gossip. Sabina's friends leant forward, their shawls quivering, eager to hear the latest juicy morsel, crowding out Julia's view of the stranger. When she had the time to glance back, the man had gone, vanishing into the busy marketplace as if he had never been there.
Where had she seen him before? His features were so familiar and yet she was positive she had never encountered him before. She'd have remembered that low rumble of a voice. The answer was on the tip of her tongue. She stared at where he had been, willing the answer to come or otherwise it would bother her for days.
"Where can that litter be? I told them I wanted to bepicked up at the fifth hour, not at half past," Julia's stepmother's annoyed voice broke through Julia's concentration. "You can't get decent help these days for love or money."
Sabina's harpies sighed in agreement. "Shall I go and check? It sounds like a crowd has gathered up there." Julia pointed to one of the side streets. It would do no good to remind Sabina that her husband was using their one litter for court and had promised to send it when he could. "It could be held up. In any case, then we will know why the crowds are there."
She hurried away, without waiting for an answer. No doubt, Sabina Claudia had turned back to her cronies with a sigh and the complaint: 'Poor creature, with no tire-woman to do her bidding, but what can one expect if one chooses to divorce a senator?" No doubt, the women would agree and it would signal another long gossip about Julia's failings and the scandal she had caused.
Julia held her head higher and quickened her pace. She did not regret divorcing Lucius Gracchus with his three chins, flabby fingers that curled into hard fists and lightning-quick temper. The wonder was that she had endured it for three and a half years. Every night, she went down on her knees and thanked Minerva that she had finally had the courage to leave.
"Excuse me," she asked a porter balancing a basket of fish on his head, "do you know why the crowd has gathered?"
The porter's eyes slid passed her and he moved on without answering. Julia wrinkled her nose, torn between discovering the reason for the gathering crowd and returning to the safety of the portico. The crowd was the most interesting thing to happen to her in days, other than catching sight of that mysterious man.
"Gladiators," came the answer from a smooth rich voice from behind her right shoulder.
Julia spun round and found herself staring at the man from the portico. Close up, she could see the way the fine white linen of his tunic strained against his massive chest, and the bulge of his arm muscles as if he spent hour after in the gymnasium or on the practice fields. If only her mind would remember. She tilted her head. "Gladiators?"
"That crowd are waiting to see the gladiators arrive. Julius Caesar, in his capacity as Aedile in charge of all public entertainment, is assembling the largest troop of gladiators Rome has ever seen. He is offering the games in honor of his late father. Today is the day they start entering the city of Romulus."
"Is that so?" Julia's heart sank. She had forgotten today's promised spectacle. The news would not improve Sabina's temper. Her stepmother disapproved of the games and the time her father spent watching them. It was about the only thing she and Julia had some sort of mutual agreement on. "I had forgotten. Not everyone follows the games, you know. Is that why you are here?"
"In a manner of speaking." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. A twinkle shone in his eyes. "But I would rather speak about you. Why you are here--and why you followed me from the portico."
"I didn't," Julia protested. "I wanted to see what the disturbance was."
"Ah, yes. It is all coincidence." He looped his thumbs through his belt. "You try to attract my attention, signalling with your eyes to meet out here and then you deny it ever happened. Bold but intriguing."
Julia gulped. Had her actions been misinterpreted? She had only wanted to know where they had met before and why she seemed to know him. She stared at her hands. Now was the perfect chance. Once she had worked out where she knew him from, then the rest could be dismissed with a laugh and shrug of her shoulders. It would do no good to deny her actions. She was finished with that sort of behavior.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Julia asked in a rush before her nerve failed. She had to put her mind at rest. She fixed her gaze on the bright red awning of the market stall, rather than risking another glance upwards at his dark fringed eyes. "I saw you outside the baths and thought we had met somewhere before, but could not remember where."
"I'm Valens." The man gave a slight bow. "In the flesh--and you are?"
"Julia Antonia. Should I know your name?'Julia forced her lips to curve upwards and arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps you could give me more of a clue to your identity. After all, Rome is the largest city in the world and there are very few who can go by one name."
"I'm Valens the Thracian," he said and shifted somewhat uncomfortably as if he were a child caught in the act of stealing honey cakes, instead of a hardened survivor of more than a dozen gladiatorial combats. This was not how the conversation was supposed to go, how he planned on it going when he heard her ask the porter the question. He had noticed her earlier and thought from her reaction that she had guessed who he was. His interest had been stirred when he thought that she had followed him after flirting with him with her eyes.
"If you are a gladiator, why are you here?" Julia Antonia crossed her arms. "Why is no one crowding around you? Maybe you are one of the untried gladiators."
Valens rubbed the back of his neck. Having his identity as a gladiator questioned was a novelty. "I had business to conduct for the owner of my gladiatorial troop, arrangements about using the bathing facilities."
"And so..."
Valens looked at the young woman standing before him with her face half-covered by a russet shawl and attempted to think of an answer, an explanation for his behavior. Normally women were quivering puddles at his feet once they realized who he was, begging for some token for their husbands and sons or, worse, offering him their bed.
"Some say I'm one of the best gladiators in a generation or more," Valens said, choosing his words. He hated to brag, preferring to let the skill of his sword in the arena speak for itself, but this woman left him little choice. "Surely you've seen the posters. They are plastered all over Rome--from the Forum to the Circus Maximus. Figurines of me and the other gladiators are on sale from any street corner vendor."
He watched for the inevitable swoon. Nothing but a slight curve to her full lips. He waited. A tiny frown appeared between her eyebrows.
"Oh, that explains it. I had begun to wonder.'Her voice held a note of relief. "I must have noticed the figurines. It all makes sense now. We have never met. How silly of me. I thought...it doesn't matter what I had thought. Of course not. It had to have been the figurines. Funny, though, I never really look at them. It just goes to show that one notices more than one thinks."
Valens stared at her in disbelief. Who was this Julia Antonia? Why was it such a relief that she had noticed him from a figurine, rather than having actually met him? He should walk away, should never have engaged her in conversation. Yet, there was something about her, the tone of voice, the way she held her head. With her clear eyes and heart-shaped face, she possessed a classic beauty, not one derived from pots of paint and the skills of her make-up artist. And her figure, from what he could see of it through the layers she wore, had the curves of a woman. Layers his fingers itched to unwrap, to free her like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon for his eyes only, to see the beauty he felt positive was hidden underneath.
As she gave a slight tap to her sandaled foot, he realized there was something more, a challenge to her eyes. She was treating him as a person. It had been a long time since anyone, let alone a woman of her social standing, had dared speak to him like a human being.
For the past four and a half years, since winning his first bout as a gladiator, he had either been treated as a god worthy of simpering worship, or a slave beneath contempt. He was neither. He was a man, doing a job. And she was the first to treat him as such, to remind him that there was more to life than the arena.
Another cruel twist of the Fates' thread, just as he had reached the pinnacle of his career--to remind him of what he had lost, what had been torn from his grip.
"I thought you'd recognized the badge on my cloak, there in the portico." Valens tried again. He held out the insignia, emblazoned gold against the deep blue wool, for her inspection.
She examined the badge. "A lion with a spear. I'm sorry, it doesn't mean anything to me."
"It is the symbol for the School of Strabo. One of the foremost gladiator schools in Italy."
Still that amused tolerant expression, but this time with a liquid laugh, a laugh that made him feel bathed in sunshine. Valens relaxed a little. Maybe now they could begin to break the impasse. He could retire from this battle with his honor intact. She would think he was more than a man beset by demons, given to accosting women. She'd understand him to be what he was--a gladiator who'd made an honest mistake. He was surprised that it mattered, but it did.
"Now I begin to understand. It starts to make some sort of strange sense." Julia forced her smile to brighten as her mind raced. It would have to happen to her. A gladiator, the nearest thing in Rome to a living god, thought she had flirted with him. For the time the gladiators fought, their names were on everyone's lips, their pictures emblazoned on plates and cups and their images moulded into small statuettes that were avidly collected by the games' many supporters.
Without having to think hard, she knew a dozen women who would offer their best stola to be in her sandals right now. But they weren't here, she was. And she intended to teach this gladiator a lesson. Not every woman he locked eyes with wanted to arrange an illicit meeting. She felt rather foolish for not having realized where she knew his features from earlier. All this could have been avoided. Juno's gown, what it must have looked like to him?
"What makes strange sense?" he asked, crossing his arms, making the material strain even more across his chest.
"Why you might think women would arrange assignations with their eyes. I understand many women are mad about gladiators. But I have to disappoint you again. For the entire twenty-one years of my existence I have found it possible to restrain myself from such behavior and have chosen to remain in ignorance about gladiatorial games and the merits of gladiators in general."
He lifted an eyebrow as if he did not believe her. "Not everybody does, you know." Julia gave a pointed cough. "I merely came out to discover where my stepmother's litter was."
"You don't follow the games?'Valens's eyes widened and he put a hand to his forehead. "I refuse to believe it."
"Is that some sort of crime?" Julia asked, beginning to enjoy herself. It was liberating to be frank. His face showed his absolute amazement. He appeared to have shrunk slightly, to have become a man. "Where is it written that everyone must be passionate about the games?"
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