TITLE: TWIST OF FATE (formerly Pandia Does Pompeii)
GENRE: NA Historical Fantasy
LOGLINE: After destroying a mortal’s destiny, modern goddess Pandia is sentenced by Zeus to community service in Pompeii where a well-placed knee lands her in the local amphitheater’s center ring, a swarthy gladiator by her side. To escape Pompeii, Pandia will have to show Zeus she’s learned her lesson, but helping mortals is harder than she thought, and Mt. Vesuvius is rumbling.
If I hadn’t gone to a party with Aphrodite, I wouldn’t have flirted with Julius Caesar or pissed off Cleopatra. Cleo wouldn’t have complained to Hera, my step-mother. And I wouldn’t be in deep shit.
“Pandia. Daughter.” Zeus’ voice echoed in the Great Hall, halting the conversation around us. Gods were a chatty group. The abrupt silence gave the place a shivery feel, reminiscent of a morgue.
“Do you know why I’ve called you before me today?” he asked.
“Umm, no.” I toed the pattern on a marble tile under my sandal 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. “When will you realize you can’t travel through time and indulge yourself with whomever you please?”
I peeked at him through my lashes. No sparkle in his eyes or big 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 want 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.”