Release Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
King of the Titans
By J.K. Jones
Revenge.
Resentment. Malevolence. Desire. It wraps around him like a familiar cloak.
Like a second skin. Years of war hardened his heart into something unfathomable. For centuries he knew nothing but retribution and the ruthlessness of death and decay. His clan lost the war. They were decimated, their way of life stripped and sold to the highest bidder.
Now he finally has a chance to take back everything he lost.
To kill the King of Titans, assassin Julian White pretends to be a courtesan.
Falling in love with Lucious Rex, the man that tortured and killed his family is an unfortunate complication.
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Chapter One Excerpt:
Reykjavik, Iceland
The Age of Barbarians
He wasn’t here.
Julian’s frown deepened, turning into a bitter sneer as he lightly stroked his harp. They said he would be. He plucked the strings with a little more force than necessary, gazing around the room.
It was sophisticated, cultured, with many of the high courtesans bringing food to the men. Music was played with transcendental skill and grace. Even the poetry was read with eloquence, brought to life by dancers so fluid they moved hearts and spirits alike.
Madame Zelina would expect nothing less.
Yet he wasn’t here. The arctic demon. Rumor had it that his tastes were more sinister. The brothels entertained nothing more than seedy inhabitants, built for the gaudy Þrælar soldiers and filled with wicked men, no doubt a haven for all Þrælar.
Fucking bastard. Julian struck his chords violently, tugging expertly on the strings to bring the attention in the room back to him. Julian’s body was angled, hands and neck relaxed, as it connected to the soundboard that braced against the tension of the strings.
The chatter stilled. All the soldiers turned to him in awe. Even in silence, the harp was divinity, a musical instrument that called to men like sirens in the abyss. They said the harp was the voice of angels, created by Zathos, god of the stars. To Julian, it was the serenity of the forest, the light through the boughs, the everlasting sweetness of his mother’s smile.
The sound was soft like flower petals, vibrant hues heard by the soul. Julian moved his hands over the instrument, imagining himself as an artist with a palette and brush, creating clusters of explosive color, bursts of exceptional rays of assimilated beauty.
The arctic demon. A tumultuous mane of blond hair and blond freckles on skin that was as white as a new page. He was a dream from an Icelandic gem, born of the green lands and wheatfields. A demon at best and a wayward barbarian at worst. A stark killer feared by everyone in the Titan Vale.
And he wasn’t fucking here.
Julian clenched his teeth, strumming the chords with his eyes closed in fake rapture. Damn him. After all the work they had gone through, it had been all for nothing. The song slowed, trailing off like a raging fire simmering into ambers.
The soldiers looked stricken, their gazes wide, enchanted, as Julian stood from his seat and gave a short, stiff bow. They applauded him immensely, showering him with praise and admiration. Julian swallowed the shouts as he would hot coals.
Thankfully, it was over now.
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