When Muscled, Meaty Neanderthals turn out to be Misunderstood, Mysterious Not So Bad Guys

Torie James Author PicGuest blog by Torie James, author of Timeless Desire

Once upon a time, a toe socked, 80’s music loving odd duck walked into a magical forest and pulled a mystical sword from its bounden stone. That twisted ball of insanity was me. I’m Torie James. Welcome to my world. Leave your shoes and sanity at the door.

I’m well into my 3rd New Camelot Book, Timeless Seduction. Timeless Night and Timeless Desire, the first two books, have featured gallant knights who love as hard as they battle. Each of my heroes, thus far, have demonstrated chivalry, passion and purpose.

And then there’s Mordred. Yes. THAT Mordred. From Arthurian Folklore. So, what do we know of Mordred, according to the Medieval Rag Mags of the time? Mostly that he was the illegitimate son of King Arthur and Morgan Le Faye. Did I mention those two were half brother and sister? Someone cue the dueling banjoes. It was Mordred that cut Arthur down in battle, taking his father’s life. Arthur, being a negligent parent applied the same method in return, striking his son a fatal blow as well.

There was never anything nice written about Mordred.  He was a blight on Camelot, the shame of his father and the weapon of his mother. I mean, it’s sad but at the same time, I had no sympathy for him. He was, quite clearly, a “bad man”.

Then, I wrote Timeless Night with every intention of killing that bastard by the last page. I just needed a bad guy I could kill off and not lose sleep over.  I’m no George R. R. Martin! I loathed Mordred, he wasn’t the focal point of my story, he was part of a two person plot catalyst. End of story.

“You do look different, Mordred. Hmm. Oh!” Alex snapped his fingers. “I know. You’re not hiding behind Mommy’s skirt! That must be it! I’m surprised she let you out to play finally, to be honest. It’s got to be way past your bedtime, old boy.”

Dred’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer, spreading his hands wide. “You look different, too. Ah! I got it. You’re not bent over your dead wife, crying like a little bitch.” ~Timeless Night~

What a jerk, right? RIGHT! I couldn’t wait to write his demise. I was chafing at the bit. I was going to eviscerate him in fiction. After all, history had painted him a douche , I was just keeping true to form!

Then one my nearest and dearest who was also beta reading fell in love with Big Beefy, as we’d christened him and nagged me into changing his story a bit. I resisted. I pleaded. I gave her every reason why Dred needed to G-O. She calmly reminded me that this was MY world, MY New Camelot. And gave me that whole every sinner has a future, every saint has a past speech. What if? So I gave him a Hail Mary, determined I’d off him in Book 2!

But something funny happened on the way to that destination. I began to see things about Mordred I hadn’t before. I saw the little boy he’d been. He started to “speak” to me during Timeless Desire. He was still a jerk of the highest order, a sexist pig with a touch to much of Ego and clearly delusional as to his appeal when it came to me. He was those things…and more. But I saw, for the first time, his real sense of humor.

Nim barked out a laugh when Bri reached out and jammed a finger into his belly causing him to grunt. “Where have you been the last year?”

“Traveling. Spent some time reflecting. Took up with some Shaolin’s, centering my Zen, finding my inner Dred, shuing my feng, getting a grip on my anger management issues.” He said it all so casually, Alex actually laughed then coughed to hide it. ~Timeless Desire~

Suddenly his rough exterior was challenging me. And I never run from a challenge. Could I do it? Could I redeem him? Could I tell HIS story? Could I save him? I guess we’ll find out in Timeless Seduction.

He waited until the classroom emptied, pointedly not speaking to the lone remaining person in the room as he gathered up papers, shoving them in his briefcase and snapping it shut.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off saving the world from assholes like me?” Mordred finally spoke, his husky voice pitched an octave lower than the man who answered him.

“Took the night off. Figured retirement’s round the bend since your sister seems to be growing by leaps and bounds.” Merlyn threw him a casual smile, not moving from the desk he’d taken over moments earlier.

Dred nodded. “Yeah. You must be pretty proud of her. She’s not entirely unworthy.” He wanted to be anywhere but here. Merlyn’s presence only made him feel guilty as fuck these days.

“I’m proud of you both, Mordred. You’re full of surprises for certain.” The mage gestured towards the empty seats, the desk taking center stage. “I had no idea you did anything like this. Teaching classes, I mean.”

Glancing away then back at his father, Dred shrugged. “Well, I teach on the side so I can put myself through Villianous Asshole Training. Getting my doctorate next year.” ~Timeless Seduction~

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So, tell me, Dear Reader…

If you could live forever, what would YOU choose to live for?

timelessdesire_267x400Book Blurb:

Trust hides the truth and spans eternity when one secret—born of treachery and upheld by honor—stands between a broken heart and shattered soul.

If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose honor…

Awakening to a new world, Gawain has high hopes that the last 500 years have cooled the fires of hatred burning in the heart of his wife, Nimue. Cruelly betrayed by the one person she put all her faith and trust in, Nimue hasn’t forgotten the lone cowardly act of one of King Arthur’s greatest knights. Together again and yet forever apart, can they heal the past when a new enemy rises to threaten the foundation of all they hold dear?

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