The Roman's Virgin Mistress
69 BC Baiae, the most luxurious and notorious seaside resort in the late Roman Republic Alittle bit further to the harbour wall. That was all. She could hear the sound of the water lapping against it.
Silvana Junia forced her legs to kick. Her gown had started to slip from the belt and the sea-soaked linen curled about her thighs, imprisoning her, dragging her down.
The cries and splashing behind her had stopped a while back. Cotta and his henchmen had given up or decided she was drowned in the bay. She would have dearly loved to have seen his face when she jumped off his yacht. The evening had failed to go as she planned, but neither had it had the ending he intended.
Silvana made a wry face. From now on, she'd remember. Cotta was the enemy.
She gave one last vigorous kick. Her outstretched hand touched the rough concrete, and curled around a tiny handhold. She had made it. The gods were with her tonight. She had done it. Now to get out of the bay and back home.
The harbour wall loomed above her, too high to clamber up. Silvana glanced to her right. A single fishing boat bobbed only a few yards from h ... read full excerpt from The Roman's Virgin Mistress ebook
