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MEMENTO MORI by Jane Morris
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Title: MEMENTO MORI
Authors: Jane Morris
Publisher: Truth Be Told Publishing
Release Date: June 15, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Historical Romance
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Synopsis
A modern-day reimagining of the lives of the Pre-Raphaelite artists and the women they painted obsessively and fiercely loved. Beautiful and strong-willed Jane meets her match in enigmatic artist Gabriel.
He immediately challenges her assumptions about art, life, and love. And for Gabriel’s enormous ego, Jane represents an exhilarating yet exasperating game he refuses to lose. When Jane’s brilliant but naïve friend Lizzie insists on accepting Gabriel’s dinner invitation, they are swept into a circle of passionate artists who reside in an old Gothic mansion. Jane embarks on a life-changing journey of desire, romance, despair, and self-discovery as she becomes the muse for Gabriel and his friend and rival, Will.
A desperate inner battle wages within Jane, who is drawn in by Gabriel’s magnetic personality and gorgeous looks, yet equally as captivated by Will’s kind heart and steadfast devotion. Underneath an immersive and dramatic world is a deeper storyline, as Jane and Gabriel can’t fight the nagging feeling that they have done this all before.
Fates collide as lovers and friends become entangled in past, present, and future. An artistic, genre-crossing tale, Memento Mori will appeal to both history and romance lovers alike.
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Excerpt #1
I entered the house. It was dark and mostly quiet, but I could hear the noise from the party outside. I moved towards the kitchen, but someone grabbed my wrist and shoved me up against a wall. I screamed, but Gabriel looked into my eyes and put his finger to my lips to silence me.
“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Why are you playing games with me?” he said through gritted teeth. His face was so close I could smell the beer on his breath.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Let go of me!” He was still holding my wrist.
“Are you actually into him?” I kept squirming, and he grabbed my other wrist to get a better hold on me.
“Into who? Let me go!”
He leaned closer until his lips were an inch from mine. “I’m talking about Will! Are you actually interested in him?”
“Maybe! What the fuck do you care?”
“He’s a pussy.”
“He’s not a pussy. He’s a gentleman. You could learn a thing or two from him about how to treat women!”
“What I meant is that he’s not right for you.”
“Oh, and you are?” I tried to headbutt him, but he saw it coming and moved his head back without letting go of my wrists. “Yes,” he declared, then he put his face against my neck and inhaled deeply. The feeling of his breath on me sent waves of energy throughout my body. Then he whispered into my ear, “Maybe he’s a gentleman. But there’s one thing I know for sure. He can’t make you come like I can.”
I shivered, which was very irritating because I didn’t want him to know he was getting to me. He held my face. “Let me kiss you.” It was a command. He held his grip on my face as he leaned in and slowly ran his tongue between my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth, and we kissed fiercely. Our kissing styles were different, and we both struggled for control. I could feel that he wanted to dominate me, and maybe if I trusted him more, I would have given in. But instead, we battled each other with our tongues. Despite the combative feeling of it, it was the most electrifying kiss of my life. But a sense of dread crept into my chest, and I pulled back and shoved him away. He was breathing heavily and came back in for more. He almost touched his lips to mine, but I pushed him again.
“Come on,” he said, half-amused, half-annoyed. “I know you feel that connection between us. Stop fighting it.” He leaned in again, and I slapped him as hard as I could across the face. My ring caught his bottom lip, and I ripped it away. He slowly brought his hand up to his lip and swiped at it. He looked down at the blood on his hand with amusement and then bent towards me again. “Why? Why won’t you kiss me?” he demanded. I paused for a moment. “Because…” I slowly moved towards his face and looked directly into his eyes. “This is more fun.” Then I grinned and sauntered away.
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Author Jane Morris
About the Author
Jane Morris is the bestselling author of four comedic memoirs about her teaching career. She has taught English for over 15 years in a major American city. This is her first novel. She received her B.A. in English and Secondary Education from a well-known university. She earned her M.A. in writing from an even fancier (more expensive) university. She loves dogs and trees and other things that can’t talk. She has a loving family and cares about making people laugh more than anything else.
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