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Liberty by [Headlee, Kim Iverson, Headlee, Kim, Iverson, Kimberly]
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Winner of the BooksGoSocial Best Book Award 2015.

They hailed her "Liberty," but she was free only to obey—or die.

Betrayed by her father and sold as payment of a Roman tax debt to fight in Londinium's arena, gladiatrix-slave Rhyddes feels like a wild beast in a gilded cage. Celtic warrior blood flows in her veins, but Roman masters own her body. She clings to her vow that no man shall claim her soul, though Marcus Calpurnius Aquila, son of the Roman governor, makes her yearn for a love she believes impossible.

Groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps and trapped in a politically advantageous betrothal, Aquila prefers the purity of combat on the amphitheater sands to the sinister intrigues of imperial politics, and the raw power and athletic grace of the flame-haired Libertas to the adoring deference of Rome's noblewomen.

When a plot to overthrow Caesar ensnares them as pawns in the dark design, Aquila must choose between the Celtic slave who has won his heart and the empire to which they both owe allegiance. Knowing the opposite of obedience is death, the only liberty offered to any slave, Rhyddes must embrace her arena name—and the love of a man willing to sacrifice everything to forge a future with her.

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FINGERS CRAMPING AND shoulders aching from having wielded the pitchfork all day, Rhyddes ferch Rudd tossed another load of hay onto the wagon. Sweat trickled down her back, making the lash marks sting. Marks inflicted by her father, Rudd, the day before because eighteen summers of anguish finally had goaded her into speaking her mind.

Mere physical pain couldn't compare with the ache wringing her heart.

Her father despised her.

She slid a glance toward the author of her mood. He stood a few paces away, leaning upon his pitchfork's handle in the loaded wagon's shade to escape the July heat as he conversed with her oldest brother, Eoghan. She couldn't discern their words, but their easy camaraderie spoke volumes her envy didn't want to hear.

Her father's gaze met hers, and he lowered his eyebrows. "Back to work, Rhyddes!" On Rudd's lips, her name sounded like an insult.

In a sense, it was.

Her name in the Celtic tongue meant "freedom," but the horse hitched to the hay wagon enjoyed more freedom than she did. Her tribe, the Votadins, had been conquered by the thieving Romans, who demanded provisions for their troops, fodder for their mounts, women for their beds and coin to fill the purses of every Roman who wasn't a soldier.

And if those conditions weren't bad enough, for all the kindness her father had demonstrated during her first two decades, Rhyddes may as well have been born a slave.

She scooped up more hay. Resentment-fired anger sent wisps flying everywhere, much of it sailing over the wagon rather than landing upon it.

"Hey, mind what you're doing!"

Owen, her closest brother in age and in spirit, emerged from the wagon's far side, hay prickling his hair and tunic like a porcupine. Rhyddes couldn't suppress her laugh. "Tis an improvement. Just wait till the village lasses see you."

"Village lasses, hah!" Sporting a wicked grin, Owen snatched up a golden fistful, flung it at her and dived for her legs.

They landed in the fragrant hay and began vying mightily for the upper hand, cackling like a pair of witless hens. When Owen thought he'd prevailed, Rhyddes twisted and rolled from underneath him. Her fresh welts stung, but she resolved not to let that deter her. He lost his balance and fell backward. She pounced, planting a knee on his chest and pinning his wrists to the ground over his head.

Victory's sweetness lasted but a moment. Fingers dug into her shoulders, and she felt herself hauled to her feet and spun around. Owen's face contorted to chagrin as he scrambled up.

"Didn't get enough of the lash yestermorn, eh, girl?" Rudd, his broad hands clamped around her upper arms, gave her a teeth-rattling shake.

When she didn't respond, he turned his attention upon Owen. "And as for you--"

"Da, please, no!" Rhyddes stopped herself. Well she knew the futility of pleading with Rudd. Still, for Owen's sake, she had to try. Her father's scowl dared her to continue. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "Twas not Owen's fault. I--" Sweat freshened the sting on her back, and she winced. "The fault is naught but mine."

Rudd eyed her for an interminable moment. "Aye, that I can well believe." He grasped each sibling by an arm and strode across the hayfield toward the family's lodge. "Owen can watch you take his lashes as well as yours. We'll see if that won't mend his ways." The thin linen of her ankle-length tunic failed to shield her from his fingers, which had to be leaving bruises. Rhyddes gritted her teeth. Rudd seemed disappointed. "I doubt anything in this world or the next will make you mend yours."

"You don't want me to change. You'd lose your excuse to beat me." Sheer impertinence, she knew, but she no longer cared.

"I need no excuses, girl."

The back of his hand collided with her cheek. Pain splintered into a thousand needles across her face. She reeled and dropped to her hands and knees, her hair obscuring her vision in a copper cascade. Hay pricked her palms. Owen would have helped her rise, but their father restrained him. He blistered the ground with his glare, obviously not daring to turn it upon Rudd for fear of earning the same punishment.

Not that Rhyddes could blame him.

Rudd yanked her up, cocked a fist...and froze. "Raiders!" Rhyddes turned. And wished she hadn't. Picts were charging from the north to converge upon their farm, their battle cries growing louder under the merciless afternoon sun. One of the storage buildings had already been set ablaze, its roof thatch marring the sky with thick black smoke.

Rudd shed his shock and sprinted for the living compound, calling his children by name to help him defend their home: Eoghan, Ian, Bloeddwyn, Arden, Dinas, Gwydion, Owen.

Every child except Rhyddes.

Determined not to let that stop her, she ran to the wagon, unhitched the horse, found her pitchfork, scrambled onto the animal's back and kicked him into a jolting canter. The stench of smoke strengthened with each stride. Her mount pinned back his ears and wrestled her for control of the bit, but she bent the frightened horse to her will. She understood how he felt.

As they loped past the cow byre, a Pict leaped at them, knocking Rhyddes from the horse's back. The ground jarred the pitchfork from her grasp. The horse galloped toward the pastures. Frantically, Rhyddes fumbled for her dagger. Although her brothers had taught her how to wield it in a fight, until now she'd used it only to ease dying animals from this world.

But the accursed dagger wouldn't come out of the hilt. Sword aloft, the Pict closed in.

Time distorted, assaulting Rhyddes with her attacker's every detail: the lime-spiked hair, the weird blue symbols smothering face and arms, the wickedly sharp sword, the ebony leather boots and leggings, the breastplate tooled to fit female curves.

Female?

The warrior-woman's sword began its deadly descent. From the corner of her eye Rhyddes saw her pitchfork. Grunting, she rolled toward it, praying desperately to avoid her attacker's blow.

Her left arm stung where the sword grazed it, but she managed to reach her pitchfork and scrambled to her feet, thankful for the shaft's familiar solidity. Unexpected eagerness flooded her veins.

As the Pict freed her weapon from where it had embedded in the ground, Rhyddes aimed the pitchfork and lunged. The tines hooked the warrior-woman's sword, and Rhyddes twisted with all her strength. The Pict yelped as the sword ripped from her hand to go flying over the sty's fence. Squealing urgently, the sow lumbered for cover, trying to wedge her bulk under the trough.

With a savage scream, the warrior-woman whipped out a dagger and charged. Rhyddes reversed the pitchfork and jammed its butt into the Pict's gut, under the breastplate's bottom edge, robbing her of breath. Quickly she reversed it again and caught her under the chin with the pitchfork's tines. As the woman staggered backward, flailing her arms and flashing the red punctures that marred her white neck, Rhyddes struck hard and knocked her down.

The warrior-woman looked heavier by at least two stones, but Rhyddes pinned her chest with her knee, hoping it would suffice. She dropped the pitchfork and grasped her dagger, thankful that it slid free this time. Grabbing a fistful of limed hair, she jerked the woman's head to one side to expose her neck.

The Pict bucked and twisted mightily, trying to break Rhyddes's grip. "Twas not much different than wrestling a fever-mad calf.

Rhyddes's deft slice ended the threat.

Blood spurted from the woman's neck in sickening pulses. Rhyddes stood, panting, her stomach churning with the magnitude of what she'd done. "Twas no suffering animal she'd killed--and it just as easily could have been her lying there, pumping her lifeblood into the mud.

Bile seared her throat, making her gag. Pain lanced her stomach. Bent double, she retched out the remains of her morning meal, spattering the corpse.

After spitting out the last bitter mouthful and wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she drew a deep breath and straightened. As she slowly turned in a full circle, her senses taking in the sights and sounds and stench of the devastation surrounding her, she wished she had not prevailed.

The news only grew worse as she sprinted toward the lodge. Of her seven brothers, the Picts had left Ian and Gwydion dead, her father and Owen wounded, the lodge and three outbuildings torched. She ran a fingertip over the crusted blood of her wound. It was scarcely more than a scratch, and she couldn't suppress a surge of guilt.

Mayhap, she thought through the blinding tears as she ran to help what was left of her family, it would have been better had she died in the Pict's stead.

The surviving raiders were galloping toward the tree line with half the cattle. The remaining stock lay stiffening in the fields, already attracting carrion birds.

Three days later, the disaster attracted scavengers of a wholly different sort.

MARCUS CALPURNIUS AQUILA sprawled on his belly across the linen-draped marble massage table, head pillowed on his crossed arms, shins and feet jutting over the table's edge. As the male slave worked eucalyptus-scented unguent into the aching muscles of Marcus's shoulders, Marcus could feel the tensions of combat seep away.

Too bad the man couldn't work out the knots in Marcus's relationship with his father, Sextus Calpurnius Agricola, governor of Britannia province.

Citing "official business" yet again, Agricola had declined to witness Marcus's gladiatorial bout in Londinium's amphitheater this afternoon. Marcus's opponent had fought well, causing Marcus in his scanty armor to work up a sweat that surely had all the women swooning with delight.

Never mind that Marcus, who fought under his cognomen, Aquila, the "Eagle," remained a perennial favorite with the crowd. Agricola never missed an opportunity to point out that Marcus's public exhibitions--and the resulting pr...


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Rhyddes is sold by her father Rudd into slavery as a way to pay off his taxes. She is then auctioned off and bought by Jamal and becomes a gladiatrix, fighting for her life. Yet as she is renamed Libertas she becomes a symbol to many which puts her life in danger.

Marcus Calpurnius Aquila is a man betrothed to Messiena, an arrangement organized by his father as a political move. Yet, the moment he sees Rhyddes he is taken by her, although there is no possible way for them to be together.

As many lives become intertwined and it becomes apparent that more then Rhyddes's life is in danger alliances and love may come into play but will true love survive when all the odds are stacked against them?

I enjoyed this book but I found it a little slow at times but it definitely picked up and I enjoyed it. I think the book turned out the way I thought it would.

I really enjoyed the development of the relationship between Rhyddes and Jamal. It was good to see how they evolved into truly caring about each other and the regrets that Jamal had in things he had done in his past.

I really liked the idea of the female gladiatrix and can only imagine what she had to go through at that time. Yet she never gave up on herself and did what she could to survive for her family.

I think the book shows what one is willing to give up for true love if that's what it takes to be with the one you love.
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HASH(0x9db15900) out of 5 stars Romance Junkies review of Liberty May 19 2007
By Natalie S - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
Rhyddes ferch Rudd is a member of an ancient Celtic tribe who had been dominated by the Romans. Hated and abused by her father for reasons unknown, Rhyddes is sold to Roman tax collectors as payment to settle the farm debts of her father. While Roman law states that a person acquired via tax collections must remain in the same condition in which they were purchased, the soldiers who bought Rhyddes torture her in vile ways. The woman that arrives at the Londinium slave market is not the young girl that unwillingly left her home weeks before. Bought by the owner of Londinium's gladiator school, Rhyddes has one lesson to learn - obey or die. This is a bitter lesson for Rhyddes who wants nothing more than the return of her freedom. The only bright spot in her entire existence is Aquila, the man she loves but will never be able to have.

Marcus Calpurnis Aquila is the son of a Roman governor as well as a highly prized and famous gladiator. Aquila, or "the Eagle" as his fans chant, hasn't the stomach for political office much to his father's dismay and ire. He would rather be performing and outshining opponents in combat in front of cheering crowds in the amphitheater. However, Aquila's father has other plans for his son and they don't include his risking his life for entertainment. Restless and opposed to his father's wishes, Aquila remains loyal to the gladiator motto - obey or die. That motto will haunt Aquila more often than he knows because against all odds and defying all laws, Aquila has fallen in love with Rhyddes, the Celtic gladiatrix slave know as Libertas.

LIBERTY is an epic historical romance with many facets. Not only was I treated to a thrilling story, but I learned important aspects of early Roman culture and customs. My heart ached with despair over Rhyddes' enslavement and then pounded with joy at the love shared by Aquila and Libertas. Both yearning to be free of the laws by which they are bound, these dynamic characters portray a selfless love by which legends are made.

LIBERTY by Kimberly Iverson was released in October 2006 by HQN. Fully anticipating a good read, the intensity, passion, and intrigue of LIBERTY was eye catching and completely enthralling. If you are a fan of well written, utterly entertaining historical romances, then LIBERTY is the book for you! I was spellbound.
12 of 15 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9db15954) out of 5 stars Think of it as Gladiator in drag... Dec 2 2006
By Rebecca Huston - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Paperback
I'm not kidding, either. Actually, I had been looking forward to reading this novel, set in the arenas and gladiator schools of ancient Rome. And I am always on the lookout for new writers, hoping to find someone new to pick up my interest.

Sadly, this novel was not going to fulfill that desire.

The time is that of Marcus Aurelius, Rome's philosopher-emperor, when the empire is at its heighth, and the province of Britannia is a rich outpost. But for Rhyddes, a Celtic girl who labours alongside her brothers on the family farm, Rome means nothing but drudgery. Her father takes pleasure in beating her, her mother has died long ago, and life is pretty miserable. After a raid from Picts, not only are two of her brothers killed, but Rhyddes finds herself sold into slavery by her father. Taken to Londinium, she is bought by an Egyptian, Jamil, and trained to become a gladiatrix -- a woman warrior -- to please the crowds in arenas.

Along the way, she attracts the attention of the son of the Roman governor, Agricola. Marcus Calpurnius Aquila is no stranger to the arena himself, but his father has skillfully manipulated him into giving up the life of a volunteer gladiator, and assuming a much more respectable life. Marcus also finds himself in an arranged marriage with the daughter of a prominent senator, and is chafing at the idea of marrying a stranger, a situation made worse when he spots the lovely Rhyddes, now known as Libertas.

The attraction between Rhyddes/Libertas and Marcus is mutual, but Rhyddes trusts no one after her treatment at the hands of Romans, and Marcus is too much of an honor-bound twit to ever get it together enough to convince the object of his desire to be with him, or stand up to his father. From arranged battles, the daily life of gladiators, social lives of the rich and idle, and other bits of trivia, the estranged lovers manage to survive until the inevitable ending.

For, sadly, this is not much more than a romance novel in historical trappings. Despite basing the character of Rhyddes on an actual archaelogical find -- the Great Dover Street Woman found in London -- no one in the novel ever really grows or changes. Marcus stays rather bumbling and inept, more like a teenager in lust than a savvy Roman, his father Agricola a hardnosed tyrant, and only Jamil gets any sort of backstory to give him interest. Rhyddes isn't much better, stoically bearing up through gang-rape, beatings, abuse, near-death, witnessing crucifixions, and any sort of nastiness that the author can dish up, all the while being lovely, admired and a heroine in the best Mary-Sue fashion. She is loved by all -- except for nasty men who want to rape her, doesn't bear a grudge, suffers through torments, unrequited love, and comes through it all smiling.

Urf. It's enough to make one hurl their braised peacock tongues, it does.

Iverson tries to bring the Roman Empire to life, but can't seem to shake off her modern sensibilities as to what she wants true love to be. I found her getting Marcus to agree to monogamy laughable -- it's a very modern concept, and not one that would have ever entered the typical Roman male brain -- or woman either. Honor, too, is more of the medieval chivalry type, than anything that a Roman would have done either. Characters use modern idiom and slang -- one person is described with a duffel, for crying out loud. Villians all leer, lick their lips, and fondle -- Iverson really enjoys using that word -- while trying to rape our heroine, and generally she is saved by some good-hearted fellow male gladiator who yearns for her chastely.

Even the historical characters aren't given much to work with either -- Marcus Aurelius and his family, including Commodus, are pretty flat, along with Galen, the physician, and even Agricola, who was noted for his leadership in Britain. For nearly five hundred pages this clanging bore of a story grinds on, with scarcely any humor, lightness or cleverness to lift the story beyond a dull roar. In fact, I kept setting the book down out of tedium, and finding housework to do.

Now that's a sign of a bad novel.

While the bits about the gladiators is certainly interesting, and the author kept that part of the plot going, the overall effect is flattened by the lackluster romance, modern posturing and one note characters. Even the sex scenes are pretty boring. If I want to read a novel about ancient Rome, I will probably return to the works of Colleen McCullough, who knows how to tell a story with historical characters, plenty of details, and knowing to stay with the right attitudes for the time.

So don't be tempted by the provocative premise of this one, and don't bother. Unless tepid moonings by dimwitted teenagers is really your style. Barely three stars, and that's mostly because the author tried really hard, but I'm being more than generous.

Not Recommended.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9d997b94) out of 5 stars An epic love story Dec 17 2014
By Miss Heidi - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
This book completely took me by surprise. I had read the synopsis, and was intrigued to check it out. I am very glad that I went ahead and read this book. It is epic. That is the only word for the journey that the main character goes on. The scope of her struggle is nothing short of amazing. I was so engrossed in the book, I read it in one sitting. It is an incredible story of one woman’s struggle under Roman rule. She is an incredible character.
Rhyddes ferch Rudd is a young woman about 18 years old. She is Celtic, part of the Votadini tribe. They had been conquered by the Romans. She has always felt like a slave, her father beats her, never showing an ounce of love for her. Her name means freedom, and this reason becomes clear in the story. When the Picts attack her village, she fights with her brothers- and finds herself fighting a female warrior. This became the beginning to her life as a warrior.
Marcus Calpernius Aquila is the son of the Governor of Britannia province, Sextus Calpernius Agricola. Marcus’ relationship with his father is strained at best. He likes to fight as a gladiator, whereas his father wants him to work toward politics, not associating with the lower class. He has his life decided for him when his father decides he is to marry Senator Falco’s daughter, Lady Messiena.

The story is set about 160 A.D. The Romans rule is far reaching, have conquered most everywhere in what is now Europe and Great Brittian. Rhyddes has no love loss for the Romans. They take and tax everyone to support Rome. Her father decides to sell her into slavery to get rid of her and pay his tax debt. Although her virginity had to be maintained, that did not keep the Roman guards from brutally assaulting her. This was the pattern her life would seem to be taking, everyone hurting her. She was sold to a lanista, Jamil of Tanis, who out bid Marcus. Marcus fell in love at the sight of her, but let Jamil buy her. They were friends, so he was not completely out of luck. Rhyddes struggle with becoming a gladiatrix and her feelings for Marcus are the focus of the story. There is also a very sinister plot brewing against the Emperors, and she will become a huge part of it. This book has so many things happening, and I do not want to spoil it. She must come to terms with her growing feelings for a roman when all the empire has done for her is cause her pain. And Marcus has his own journey while figuring out what is important to him and what he will do to achieve his goals. At every turn, their lives go in unexpected directions, pulling them apart because of chance or duty.
The way the author uses facts and fiction, woven together so seamlessly, makes you feel as though this story is truth, and it makes for an incredible experience. The pain and suffering of the heroine is so tangible, you can almost feel the heat and dust of the streets. I cannot say enough good things about this book. The peril and the intrigue will keep you turning the pages, hoping against hope that things will get better for Rhyddes. One can hope that the fates might smile upon the feisty Celt who has done nothing to deserve her station in life. And from his own gilded cage, I was rooting for Marcus for the same reason. It is a fabulous read, and if you liked Spartacus, you may find this is a perfect next Roman tale to sink your teeth into.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9d99a288) out of 5 stars Nothing to improve--A delight from start to finish Feb. 2 2015
By Liza O'Connor - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
I keep saying I'm not a fan of ancient & medieval novels, but then authors keep proving me wrong by writing fabulous stories that pull me in and make me cry.

This time the author was Kim Headlee, and the book was Liberty. The era is somewhere between 160-169 AD. The story follows a young woman named Rhyddes, which means Freedom. But instead of freedom, her horrible father sells her as a slave to Romans. She is bought by Jamil who owns a gladiator school and he trains her to fight.

His friend, Marcus, the son of a governor, who accompanied Jamil to the slave market falls in love with Rhyddes. But she is slave, not a citizen of Rome, so nothing can come of his feelings. Instead a proper young woman with a conniving father is promised to Marcus and Rhyddes, now called Libertas, continues to improve as a female gladiator. But Marcus, promised to another, remains enchanted with Liberty.

There are a great deal of plots within this story, so you must stay alert. Marcus' father wants to get rid of Liberty, convinced she is distracting Marcus from a highly advantageous marriage. Then there is a plot to ruin Jamil who comes to love Liberty as a daughter. Then there's a plot to overthrow the Emperor Marcus Aurelius which when thwarted, enables the impossible to happen. (Nothing like some clever thinking and saving an Emperor's life.)

The detail and historical accuracy that Kim Headlee has put into this story is phenomenal and not once did it bog the story down, which detail is all too prone to do. The story was fabulous. It becomes poignant near the end when Liberty gives up Marcus to his betrothed. That section made me cry. Then amazingly, an HEA appears and made me all happy again.

Without reservation, nothing to be improved, a delight from start to finish, I give this 5 stars.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0x9d99a1ec) out of 5 stars Loved it! A must read! Dec 18 2014
By Jill - Published on Amazon.com
Format: Kindle Edition
Liberty is a captivating novel with so many variables that make it a true masterpiece. Our main character Rhyddes, which translates to mean Freedom daughter of Red (thus Liberty), is sold off to the Romans due to a tax debt. Here she must fight in the Gladiator arena. Fortunately Rhyddes fights well, it's that ancient Celtic warrior blood that runs through her veins that makes her fierce. Although Rhyddes is plagued with captivation and yearning for the Roman governor's son, Aquila. He too is irresistibly drawn to Rhyddes and vows to renounce his wealth and power for her. The charm of this novel kept me intrigued from the start. The savagery, ferocity coupled with the longing and purity of true love makes Liberty a captivating must read!