Timeless Surrender

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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?


The man let out a low sound of displeasure. “I said, you have five minutes to convince me to hire you. I have another meeting.” His tone rang with a crisp peevishness which set her on edge.

Not a hello, sorry I kept you waiting, anything?

She didn’t take any guff from anyone. She slid back into her seat, staring up at him as she folded her hand and placed them on the table. “Let’s do something different. You have five minutes to convince me why I should want to be hired by you.” She smiled tightly.

“I’m sorry?” His large eyes darkened a shade.

“You very well might be.” She needed this job but damned if she needed his attitude. Guess those rumors were spot on, you misogynist tool. “Lack of planning on your part doesn’t constitute an emergency on mine. And to be fair,” She pointed out icily, “Your people called me.”

He frowned, crossing his arms defensively over the massive muscled perfection of a chest. “Meaning?”

“I took it to mean you wanted me.”

He razed her with a slow, insolent look.

She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. No. Simmer down. I’m simply saying while I need this job, you and your people came calling to me.” She rose, grabbing her folder and reaching for her purse.

“What are you doing” He barked.

“Uh, leaving Captain Obvious.”

“Aren’t you interested in the job?” His frown darkened.

“Yes. But we’re obviously off to a bad start. I’ve got a filter free mouth and you’re probably looking for someone to do their job while drooling over what you dictate. I’m thinking it’s not going to make for a good working environment.”

“If I planned on having you underfoot, then I’d agree. But this project doesn’t require a lot of one on one with me. I need someone who knows what they’re doing, can bring the job to completion within a reasonable timeframe and doesn’t need me to hold their hand. I also have no issue when people speak their minds.” He gave her another look, holding his hand out. “Resume?”

Seriously? Her mouth hadn’t run him off?

She sat back down, bringing out her resume and handing it over. He took it, reading it through silently before arching a brow curiously.

“You worked at EFX? Downtown?” He pressed.

She nodded slowly. “Yep.”

“Did you work with Sabrina Foxworth?”

She partially perked up at the mention of her best friend. “Frequently. Do you know her?”

He didn’t answer right away, merely stared at her. Hard. “I’ve heard of her.”

“She does amazing work.”

He fell silent again, regarding her with the oddest look. Curious and calculating, his deep blue eyes delved into her unblinking ones, creating a spasm of shivers to tap dance along her spine. Sexual attraction or her natural instinct reacting to his overt alpha male arrogance and superiority?

Maybe both?

As job interviews went, Jennie figured this one ranked slightly lower than getting a Brazilian with duct tape. Or having habanero tipped enemas. Why am I here again?

Oh, yeah. That’s right. I have an aversion to starving to death.

“You understand what the job entails?”

“You need a web site designed.” She paused slightly. “I’ve seen the one you have up in place now and to be honest, it’s third rate and clunky. Give me a couple of weeks and I can have one set up which will guarantee more hit site visits and larger scope of visibility on cross platforming. I’ve got mad skills with server configuration and can install anti hacking security programs.”

“I’ve acquired two more land bids with plans to develop luxury apartments from the ground up as well as renovating four more buildings on both coasts. Incorporating future acquisitions will be a necessity. Do you offer website maintenance?”

“To be honest, I’m better at creating than maintaining. My follow through tends to keep on the windy side of care. But I do know several web administrators with reasonable rates if you’d like referrals.”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this job?”

“Because a project of this magnitude is actually child’s play to me. If you’d actually read through my resume, you’d see that.”

“Best work quality?”

“I perform under pressure quite well.” She boasted assuredly.


“Okay.” She squared her shoulders, coughing once. “Bum-bum-bumbumbumda…”

She swore she saw a fleeting grin tug at those firm lips.

Oh, score. He got it! Must be a David Bowie and Queen fan.

He remained stoic. “Why do you want this job?”

“I’m allergic to unemployment.”

“Medically diagnosed?” He drawled, arching one brow.

“Yes, I looked up the symptoms on Web MD.”


“With Web MD?”


“I’d love to. When do I start?” She quipped.



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Author Bio:

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.

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