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About the author:
Nicola Rose is from the UK, where she lives with her husband and two boys. When she's not writing or reading she can probably be found walking in the countryside, faffing in Photoshop, and playing board games (with varying degrees of aggression).
You may also find her obsessing over vampires and bad boys…
What inspired you to write your book?
This book was inspired by the TV series Spartacus. The ideas have been going round my head for years, so I finally gave in and whipped up a little novella prior to my paranormal romance release.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I’m restless, impatient for his turn. Felix can tell. He’s giving me aggravated glares. I clutch my hands in my lap and watch the final parade streaming into the open space before us. The musicians and performers whip the crowd into a frenzy. They can’t wait to see their favourite gladiator either. His popularity has tripled his value in recent months.
And there he is. The prized Thracian. A towering wall of solid muscle. Heavy black tattoos cover his arms, his entire back, right up his neck to his chin. Tattoos are considered a thing of punishment and shame. He has, of course, been branded with our house mark, but it’s tiny compared to those that he has willingly applied. Money earned from his victories in battle has paid for them all, and he wears them with pride. He wants the world to know he is Thracian. Felix allows it because the crowd are mad for it.
Crazy for this true Barbarian brute. Savage and brutal. Exotic and exciting.
He stalks through the Gate of Life and takes his place in the centre of the arena, relishing in the frantic applause and cheering. The procession fades away, leaving only Cassian and his opponent – facing each other, awaiting the order to begin.
Cassian shrugs his shoulders, loosening muscles, and makes a final adjustment to the armour that covers one shoulder. Sword and shield loose in his confident hands. He toes the sand, not a care in the world, and then his head raises, his eyes scan the maddening crowd… and they settle on me.