Enslaved — Cassandra Dean

Marcus, a gladiator in my father's ludus, was compelled to my presence to learn of Rome's gods, her legends. When first he came, fear consumed me - fear of this silent, resentful slave who burned with his anger.

Time, though, changes much. Marcus softened and I grew unafraid. As we became closer, I grew more than merely unafraid -- I grew to love him. Never did I think we would be separated.