TITLE: PANDIA DOES POMPEII
GENRE: New adult Historical Fantasy
Logline: After destroying a mortal’s destiny, modern goddess Pandia is sentenced by Zeus to community service in Pompeii. She’s to observe, and not interfere. A freak mishap enslaves her to the local amphitheater where she winds up in center ring clutching a sword, a swarthy gladiator by her side. Pandia will have to show she values others fast to escape Pompeii, because the gladiator’s proving tempting, and 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 made the place resemble a morgue.
“Do you know why I’ve called you before me today?” he asked.
“Ummm, no.” I toed the ornate pattern on a marble tile under my sandal and avoided his eyes.
“You’ve done it again.” He sighed like a planet lay on his shoulders. “When will you realize you can’t flit 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.” The words rushed out. “There’s nothing to do here except watch sprites bathe in the fountains and centaurs 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 your age 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 tell you. I’m not even the Goddess of the Light Bulb.”
“Your light is a spiritual thing. You bring light to my life, and those around you.”