I’m so pleased to welcome Cody Kennedy to my blog today with an excerpt from his stunningly titled Slaying Isidore’s Dragons 🙂
An Exclusive Excerpt from Slaying Isidore’s Dragons
Thanks for hosting me today, Suki. It’s great to be here. Congratulations on your newest book, The Glass House!
Following is an exclusive excerpt and it shows how Isidore comes to live with Declan and Sorcha. Declan and Sorcha are strong, fed up with Mr. de Sauveterre’s treatment of Isidore, and this scene elucidates what it often takes to help a victim of abuse leave his or her abusive environment.
DECLAN KNOCKED on the guestroom door a few hours later and received no response. He peeked in to find Isidore curled into a small ball in the center of the bed, his books and papers strewn about. As he approached, he saw that Isidore clutched his cell phone in an iron grip against his chest. “Isidore?” He touched his shoulder gently, afraid he would scare him again. Isidore looked up at him, eyes bloodshot from crying. “I must be home by seven this evening.”
“No way, man. Come on, let’s go talk to Mum.”
Isidore didn’t move.
“It’s no use, Declan.”
Bullshit. Declan bent and lifted Isidore into his arms and was amazed that he was so light. He bet himself that Isidore didn’t weigh ninety pounds soaking wet. Isidore wrapped his legs around Declan’s waist, his arms around his neck, and rested his head on Declan’s shoulder. Hella-nice. If you didn’t think I was a total tool, I’d carry you around all the time.
He carried a frail and upset Isidore down the stairs. “Mum!” he shouted as he went.
She emerged from the kitchen, worry painting her face when she saw Isidore in Declan’s arms.
“Isidore’s dad wants him home by seven.”
Sorcha pursed her lips. “Isidore, may I please have your father’s private number?”
Isidore handed his cell phone to her. “Number one.”
She hit number one intending to retrieve the number and accidentally called it. Ambassador de Sauveterre answered with a loud and vicious, “I will not discuss it further, sale petit bâtard. Seven, or I will have you shipped back to that cage in London.”
Sorcha froze, her face filling with horror and indecision. Declan watched anger override her embarrassment as she kicked into high gear. “This isn’t your little—” She turned away from Isidore. “—bastard. This is Sorcha de Quirke. Please tell me why you insist on Jean-Isidore being home by seven.”
She listened to an apparently now reasonable Ambassador de Sauveterre.
“You couldn’t be more wrong, Ambass—”
She listened politely for long moments, clearly giving the man the floor to vent his frustrations. Declan knew this to be one of her favorite tactics. Woe befell those who dared spout off to her. She was a good listener and allowed people to hoist themselves on their own petard. Who knew listening could be wielded as a weapon?
Her breathing rate increased proportionate to her rising anger, and she lost her temper, a rare event indeed. “I’ll make you a deal, Ambassador. You leave Jean-Isidore in my care, and I won’t expose you and your sons as the abusers you are!”
Way to go, Mum!
Isidore groaned softly against the side of Declan’s neck.
She listened again. “Try me, Ambassador. Even if not made public, at the very least I’ll ensure you have a global case of professional dishonor on your hands.… I’m willing to risk it…. That is exactly what I’m proposing…. No, I want it formally done.” Hurt and anger flashed brilliant in her eyes. “Yes, I am aware they were having an affair. Has it occurred to you that I am equally as hurt as you?”
Declan swelled with pride as he watched her tolerate what was surely a visceral onslaught, all while he wanted to kill Isidore’s father.
She listened again. “The only things that took our respective spouses from us were our own failings!” she hissed. “Jean-Isidore will stay with us. Anticipate my courier by 9:00 p.m., and I expect the document back by 6:00 a.m.” She terminated the call and muttered a few choice words never to be repeated before virgin ears.
“Both of you, in here. Now.”
“ISIDORE, I just made an executive decision for you without consulting you, and I hope you’ll forgive me and agree to it. I just took custody of you.”
Isidore’s eyes went wide. “This is what you said to my father?”
“Yes. I just demanded custody of you from your father. What say you?”
Isidore looked up at Declan, who didn’t know what to say.
“Set me down, if you would, please,” Isidore said politely.
Declan gently set Isidore on his feet.
“What are you saying, Madame?”
“Sorcha. My name is Sorcha.”
Isidore nodded. “What are you saying, Sorcha?”
“We just sort of adopted you.”
About Slaying Isidore’s Dragons
5 Best friends
4 Vicious brothers
3 STD tests
2 Guys in love
1 Car bombing
Nowhere to run
Follow the burgeoning love of two teens during the worst year of their lives. Irish-born Declan David de Quirke II is the son of two ambassadors, one Irish and one American. He is ‘out’ to his parents but to no one else. French-born Jean Isidore de Sauveterre is also the son of two ambassadors, one Catalan and one Parisian. His four half brothers have been told to cure him of his homosexuality. Both teens have lost a parent in a London car bombing.
5 Weeks of hell
4 Attempts on their lives
3 Law enforcement agencies
2 Dead high school seniors
1 Jealous friend
A love that won’t be denied
Declan and Isidore meet at the beginning of their senior year at a private academy in the United States. Declan is immediately smitten with Isidore and becomes his knight in shining armor. Isidore wants to keep what is left of his sanity and needs Declan’s love to do it. One is beaten, one is drugged, one is nearly raped, one has been raped. They are harassed by professors and police, and have fights at school, but none of it compares to running for their lives. When the headmaster’s popular son attempts suicide and someone tries to assassinate Declan’s mother, they are thrown headlong into chaos, betrayal, conspiracy, allegations of sexual coercion, even murder. And one of them carries a secret that may get them killed.
5 New family members
2 Extraordinary Psychologists
1 Courageous Mother
A new beginning for two young men in love
About Cody Kennedy
Raised on the mean streets and back lots of Hollywood by a Yoda-look-alike grandfather, Cody doesn’t conform, doesn’t fit in, is epic awkward, and lives to perfect a deep-seated oppositional defiance disorder. In a constant state of fascination with the trivial, Cody contemplates such weighty questions as If time and space are curved, then where do all the straight people come from? When not writing, Cody can be found taming waves on western shores, pondering the nutritional value of sunsets, appreciating the much maligned dandelion, unhooking guide ropes from stanchions, and marveling at all things ordinary.
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