Caerwin and the Roman Dog
An Erotic Historical Romance Set in 47 AD Britannia
By Lizzie Ashworth
Caerwin, a young Cornovii princess, watches from the rocky battlements of her tribe’s hillfort as Rome’s legions approach. Surely the valiant warriors of her tribe will fend off this swarm of foreign invaders. Disbelief slowly changes to horror as Romans overrun her home.
Captured and held in Roman camp, Caerwin faces Legate Marcellus Antistius who makes it clear she will submit to his demands. In spite of her resistance, he forces her pleasure. She begs to die.
Caught between his increasing infatuation with this Briton princess and the demands of his military command, Marcellus must come to terms with his past.
A fiery novel of domination and submission, this historical romance follows Caerwin as she refuses to accept her new reality. Life as she knew it is over. Forever. In its place stands a man she can never love.
Set in the year 47 AD as four legions of the Roman army invade Britannia and blaze a path of death and destruction, this novel portrays the plight of native Celts who must yield their lands and possessions to become vassals of Rome—or fight to the death.
Caerwin is a young Cornovii princess who watches as her brother and village warriors are brutally taken down by Rome’s legions. The Roman forces overrun her home and capture all the survivors. She is sure she will either be killed or made a slave by the Roman dogs. To her surprise the Legate Marcellus Antistius seems to have taken a liking to her and has decided to keep her as his personal slave. She resists his advances and begs him to kill her or she will kill him. When Marcellus begins to show her kindness and affection Caerwin becomes confused by emotions she never expected to feel for the enemy. He trusts her and shares some of his past secrets with her. But he’s the enemy she can’t love him she must escape, however escape may be her biggest mistake.
I enjoy a good historical romance but since they usually are long and have a lot going on I am very picky about the ones I read. I had forgotten that I asked for this ARC back in December, I was kindly reminded and so I decided to dive in. I was pleasantly surprised and was unable to put it down. I was reminded constantly of the HBO show Rome that I used to watch and loved. The attention to historical details was amazing, transporting the reader to a time in history when Rome ruled supreme. At the same time giving us a love story like none other.
Caerwin is a young woman proud of her Cornovii heritage refusing to bow down to the Romans dogs. One Roman in particular may be more than she anticipated. The friendship that builds between captive and captor was beautiful to behold. At times I was frustrated with Caerwin’s naiveté and stubbornness but understood her age and position. Marcellus’ mysterious past was intriguing and certainly kept me guessing as to what he was hiding. I love Marcellus right away he was a warrior but I felt like he was just looking to be loved and felt trapped in the life he was handed.
Caerwin experiences kindness at the handsome Marcellus’ hands mostly—unfortunately there are times that he feels the need to discipline her in order to save face with his men. I felt like he didn’t want to do it that he would rather cherish her. There are also a few violent things that happen to Caerwin that I felt were written with care and played into the story well not just violence for the sake of shock value.
Caewin and the Roman Dog has a major cliffhanger I have no problem with those but I will anxiously await the next book. I understand the author is currently writing it I am sure a lot goes into an epic story like this one. If you love historical romances that take you to another time this is a really great one to read.
RECEIVED AN ARC IN EXCHANGE FOR AN HONEST REVIEW.
The man she had seen on the white horse paused in the opening. His stare fastened on her and sent chills down her spine. He stood taller than the other men, his body of a stature more like her own people than these rat men of Rome. His layered metal vest had been removed as had his helmet and other outer garments, so that he wore only loose breeches that ended at his knees. She swallowed, casting her eyes away after her first long frozen moment.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked quietly.
The words shocked her, spoken fluently her familiar language. She turned to face him. Words rose to her lips but remained unspoken. He examined her, openly casting his gaze up and down her body as if he owned her. The terrible realization struck her—he did own her. She had been caught up at his command and now stood captive to his whim.
She spat in his direction and turned her face away. Tugging against the tight leather bonds, she succeeded only in chafing her wrists. Her nerves heightened to brittle pitch as she sensed him approaching. She knew what he would do, what such men did to captured women.
He placed himself in front of her, so close she could not look away without seeing his chest. His scent stung her nose, sharp and edged with the copper hint of blood. Stains marked his arms and face, sweat-encrusted dirt and smears of blood. His voice startled her, so close and so quiet.
“What is this trinket?” he asked, fingering the torque.
She glared at him. “Shall you steal it from me like you have stolen our lives and our land?”
“I wish only to converse with you, to ease this friendship we’ve started.”
She snorted and strained at the bonds holding her. “I wish only to kill you. I would leave your body for the crows.”
He grabbed her face and held her still while his mouth tasted her. His lips moved against her lips. His tongue sought the seam and when she refused to spread her jaw, he bit her lower lip. Her shocked cry gave him entry, and his tongue invaded her mouth, probing and pushing.
Hate rose in her chest, blinding her. She clamped her teeth down on his tongue, savoring a brief taste of blood as he jerked back.
“Vipera!” He wiped his hand over his mouth. “You won’t win this battle, but if you wish a contest…” His big hand closed over the neck of her garment and ripped it down the front of her body. The beautiful woolen dress she had so carefully woven hung off her shoulders.
“I will have you,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Whether you wish it or not. Let the others portion out the gold and silver, whatever meager wealth your tribe held. I have wealth enough in coin. You with your hair like copper,” he added, fingering her long braid, “your eyes blue as sky—you are my pillage for this day.”
Lizzie Ashworth has been through career, marriage, kids, and even ran her own cafe, but writing has always been her secret love. Hidden away on a remote woodland hilltop in the Arkansas Ozarks, she accepts advice from her hound dog Weezie and her black cat Esmeralda. She has authored seven novels and several short stories which explore the intimate nuances of human relationships.
Liz writes erotic romance because her mind just naturally runs to the gutter. Also, it’s way past time to celebrate women’s sexual freedom and the evolution of our culture to finally bring sex out of the closet. What she find most exciting about this minute in the history of literature is that through indie publishing, the author can directly connect with her readers.
She enjoys cooking, gardening, and vacations at the Pacific coast. Sunrise and sunset provide her favorite moments, the magical twilight between two worlds when anything seems possible. Most of all, she loves snuggling up with a good book.
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