Michelle Styles - The Gladiator's Honor

She would get over this attraction.

Her reaction was a normal one to kindnessthat was all. Nothing more serious. In a day's time she'd wonder what she'd ever seen in him. A gladiator, one of the infamis. A man outside polite society. A man whose profession was death.

"Julia," he said thickly, and put his hand on her elbow. She felt the sparks sizzle up her arm.

She would have to make sure that Valens knew and understood that she was not one of those bored women of Baiae, the notorious beach resort near Naples, where the wealthy went to play and party, ripe for the picking. Her reputation was of paramount importance.

The Gladiator's Honor

Harlequin Historical #817September

THE GLADIATOR'S HONOR is a thrilling story of sandals, swords and sex! It's Michelle Styles's debut novel for Harlequin Historical.

Praise for Michelle Styles

"Exciting, enthralling and unforgettable,The Gladiator's Honor is a debut that will dazzle and delight from the first page to the last."

Cataromance

"blends passion with a dash of descriptive historyI look forward to more of her works."

Coffee Time Romance

"The rarity of finding a romance set

during this time period is just part of the joy of reading The Gladiator's Honor Just as the gladiators' games build to a climatic end, so does the relationship between Valens and Juliaa breathtaking, satisfying ending that brought tears to my eyes."

Romance Junkies

To my long-suffering family and to

Helen French, without whose support and

enthusiasm this would never have been written

Chapter One

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 recognise 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 be picked 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 honour 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 comers of his mouth. A twinkle shone in his eyes. 'But I would rather speak about you. Why you are hereand 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 behaviour.

'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?'