Hostile Whispers in the Dark: New Release Timeless Surrender by Torie James

Timeless Surrender Book Blurb:

History branded him a coward. Prophecy labeled her his destruction. Some legends are born of lies. Others begin when the lies end. And not everything remains myth...

"If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose power..."

Born of darkness and raised on revenge, Mordred Lothian spent an eternity fighting for the honor of a woman who had none. Free of her hatred, his only goal is to pick up the pieces of betrayal and attempt to forge a new life in a world that never wanted him.

Raised by one of Hollywood's most scandalous actresses, Jenalyn Rhodes knows true illusion begins when the end credits roll. Damaged by the one person who should have protected her most, she is determined to have no master and only one mistress: Herself.

Thrown together to stop an ancient evil hell bent on vengeance, can the sacrifice of one be the salvation of the other?

Excerpt:

Twenty minutes later, freshly shaven, squeaky clean, and dressed in his standard uniform of blue jeans and t-shirt, Mordred took himself to the kitchen to grab a drink.

"Question. You and Bri have Fae mothers and the same human father. How come she's got magic hands and you don't?"

Suddenly, she appeared at his side.

He blinked at her in surprise, damn near choking on his juice.

"What?"

"Do you have magic like Bri?"

"Uh, well. Nosy, much?"

"Very. Look, I didn't ask for this hoopla but since I'm in the thick of it, I'd like to know some things, yeah?"

"Fair enough. Truth is, Morgan told me that on my birth, my powers had been drained by Anwyn since he felt me to be a curse on the lineage. She promised once she took the throne that they'd be restored."

"Were they?"

"No. She lies a lot."

"Well, that sucks."

"The only powers I ever got from her came when she offered me immortality. After that, I did have some abilities such as mind control, speed and glamour. Same abilities my sister and her friends have. To give Morgan a little credit, she did teach me some bargain basement magic. Nothing to write home about. I don't like to use them much. And I refused to use it when engaged in battle. There's no honor in wielding magic against those who have none."

"So, what kind can you do? Like Bri? She pressed forward.

"No. Sabrina's magic is elemental, in keeping with the Golau. She's able to manipulate air, earth, fire and water. Mine's more visceral. Psionic, Levitation, some mind control, invincibility and –"

"Wait. Isn't immortality and invincibility the same thing? And what's psionic?"

"Immortality tends to refer to a type of longevity in our case. Invincibility means I can't be killed. Hurt? Possibly. But killed? Doubtful."

"Arrogant much/"

"Hey, you asked. And it's not arrogance. It's genetics."

"How many women have you slept with?" She changed the topic so quickly, he choked again.

"I'm sorry?"

"You probably are. But I read some of Alex's journals Bri brought me. He's pretty candid about some of his recreational pursuits. I mean not full word porn or anything, his numbers were high. You're the same age, right? More or less? So, appease my need to know. How many?"

"Why?" Mordred frowned, crossing arms across his bare chest. The towel around his hips did nothing to stop the growing hard on she unexpectedly gave him. What was it about her? Nothing outstanding. Awkward as hell. She didn't have a single elegant bone in her body but he sure had one he'd like to give her.

"Why not? Humor me. I'm a curious kitty."

"Not that it's any of your business but none."

"Dude? Really? You're telling me you’re a virg?" Jennie gaped at him, aquamarine eyes narrowing.

"Didn't say that. We have sex. Then they leave or I leave but I sleep alone."

She snorted up at him, fingers tugging at a strand of loose hair in her face. "Okay. Well. How many women have you had sex with then?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Why don't you want to tell me?"

"If I tell you, will you shut up?"

"Maybe. Worth a shot." She shrugged. "So, how many?"

"I don't know, Jenalyn. Let's round up. Say...a few thousand?" Lies. Lies. It's actually under twenty.

She gawked at him, lips working, gaping like a fish. "You are such a mo."

"What the hell is a mo?"

"Women who sleep around a lot are called ho's. Short for whores. But you're a man. And you're a whore. A man ho. A mo. You need to get tested. You probably have Verpes or something."

"Verpes?"

"Yeah. Hello. Vampire herpes."

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Born on the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous,I am the illegitimate love child of Han Solo and Daenerys Targaryen. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before my home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, I was raised in relative obscurity by my foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking. At the tender age of 113, I inherited the best little whorehouse in Texas and it's been rumored that I am bringing Sexy Back. A self- confessed chocoholic, I've been engaged to Willy Wonka for several years despite gossip surrounding millionaire Bruce Wayne and myself.

And clearly, I practice delusion on a daily basis.

Fact is nowhere as fun as fiction!

Growing up, I could be found nearby falling down rabbit holes, catching second stars to the right, and stepping through wardrobes into mysterious lands and countless adventures. When those stories ended, I made up her own and kept going. This later on translated into a strong passion for writing that has helped keep my feet on the ground while my head stayed firmly in the clouds.

My first brush with romance novels came at the tender age of 8 when I filched a Barbara Cartland dog eared paperback from my unassuming aunt and fell into a world of magic, wonder and entirely innocent G rated writing. (Seriously, the farthest Dame Cartland ever took any romantic scene was a chaste kiss and that generally didn’t occur until the very end.) I went on to greedily consume Johanna Lindsey, Jude Devereaux and Anne Rice when older.

Now, I'm a middle aged woman with moxie, no shame and a vivid imagination who loves to write and share her crazy with the world. Her future plans include, hopefully, buying a lovely Scottish castle and convincing Queen Elizabeth I that I'd make a fab addition to the Royal Family.

I live in Southern California, a stone's throw from Disneyland, with my family and the most ridiculously spoiled pets anyone could imagine. My goals are simple: Keep reading, keep writing and never lose the determination to make life as random, quirky and beautiful as it can be.