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."
TIMELESS SURRENDER BUY LINKS
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.
Torie
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