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327 pages, Paperback
First published February 6, 2014
He shook his head. “Poor little rich girl,” he mumbled.I don't think I'm alone in being fascinated by Pompeii. It's the site of a vast volcanic eruption that happened in 79 A.D. The city and its inhabitants were caught mostly unaware. Many of them died right there, holding their loved ones. Buried and burned alive under a river of lava.
“I am not a poor little rich girl,” she shot back, frustration turning into anger. “I am being sold [into marriage] and used, and I don’t like it.”
“But you are still free,” he insisted.

Lucia was sure that the white-haired gentleman reclining on the dining couch before her would make a delightful grandfather. As a future husband, though, he left a great deal to be desired.Ick. Ok, that's pretty bad. Lucia's father has just given her away to a man old enough to be her grandfather. To make it worse, hubby-to-be is old-fashioned, and a non-believer in educating females. Lucia a Roman trophy wife.
The patrician untied his filigreed, embroidered belt and began shrugging out of his tunic. Tag noticed how carefully he protected his oiled curls as he pulled the tunic over his head. Gods, the other gladiators were going to eat him alive.Meanwhile, strange things are happening in Pompeii. Earthquakes, tremors, animals being jittery. As a scholar, Lucia feels like something bad is going to happen, but nobody will listen to her, because she is young and female.
“Lucia. Did you really bring me out here so that you could lecture me on how you marrying a rich man is like me being a slave?”Lucia is an exceedingly frustrating one. She is naive, and since she is a young Roman woman, she should be. The thing is that she is so much so that I just wanted to shake her at times. For one, she doesn't realize the class difference between her and Tag until he points it out. She is SO privileged in comparison, and she hardly realizes it. Yeah, I know it sucks being betrothed to a much older man, but she's still going to have a life as a wealthy, pampered mistress.
“Look, I don’t have the luxury of having a philosophical discussion about the nature of freedom. As a slave, it means only one thing to me — no longer being owned by another human being.”Lucia really is a poor little rich girl. She is smart, but she is exceedingly dull. Book smart doesn't equal common sense, and Lucia has very little of the latter.




“I can’t run away, Lucia,” he said.
She stared at him, dumbfounded. “What?” she finally managed.
“It was a beautiful fantasy, but I can’t do it. I can’t leave my father to be murdered for my actions. I can’t abandon him to your father’s wrath.”
Gods, she’d never even thought about Damocles. “Well then, we’ll just take him with us.”