TITLE: TWIST OF FATE
GENRE: NA Time Travel Romance/Historical Fantasy (?)
LOGLINE: Modern goddess Pandia is sentenced by Zeus to community service in Pompeii, where a mishap with an official lands her in the local amphitheater’s center ring, a sword in her hand, and a swarthy gladiator by her side. To escape Pompeii, Pandia will have to prove she’s learned her lesson, but helping mortals is harder than she thought, especially when they expect her to kill one, and Mt. Vesuvius is rumbling.
If I hadn’t gone to a party with Aphrodite, I wouldn’t have flirted with Julius Caesar, and pissed off Cleopatra. Cleo wouldn’t have complained to Hera, my step-mother, and I wouldn’t be in deep shit with my father, Zeus.
“Pandia. Do you know why I’ve called you before me today?” Daddy’s voice echoed in the Great Hall. The conversation around us ceased, and the abrupt silence gave the place a shivery feel, reminiscent of a morgue.
“Umm, no.” I traced the pattern on a marble tile with my peep-toed Manolo and avoided his eyes. When in doubt, pretend you don’t know what in Hades he’s talking about.
“You’ve done it again.” He sighed like a planet crushed his shoulders, and ran his hand through his curly white hair. “When will you learn you can’t indulge yourself with whomever you please?”
I peeked at him through my lashes. No sparkle in his dark eyes or grin to indicate teasing.
“I was bored.” My words rushed out. “There’s nothing to do here except watch sprites bathe in the fountains and trolls challenge each other to duels. Aphrodite and I wanted to have fun.”
“You’re twenty. A goddess. You should do what the other young goddesses do: perfect your vocation.”
“My vocation is asinine.” I scowled at him. “Goddess of Light. What in Hades does it mean? Apollo has the sun and lightening wrapped up. The stars belong to Astraeus. What’s left for me? Nothing. I’m not even Goddess of the Light Bulb.”