Thursday, 5 April 2012

I have a guest... Say hi to Adonis Devereux


And here's a week peek into the world of Adonis Devereux, and, and, an excerpt from  Chasing Earth and Flame.

So, welcome Adonis, what have you got to tell us?

I have a confession to make: I don't read romance. I write fantasy historical novels with strong romantic elements, but I would not call them romance novels, per se. Not to say I've not read a few romance novels in my time. I have – things for review, colleagues' works, etc. But as a general rule, no. I'm not into romance. I'm more of a literary fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, and classics kind of guy.


 By the way, I'm the Mr. half of the Adonis Devereux writing duo. We're a husband and wife writing team! Actually, my wife doesn't read romance, either. Our tastes in books are pretty much the same, except that she likes mysteries, and I don't really care for them. Her favorite book is The Silmarillion, and mine is Moby-Dick. Now you have an idea of what we like, so why do we write romance novels? 


The answer is simple and threefold: we write what we know, and what we know are (1) true love, (2) sex, and (3) Gilalion. That's right. Our fantasy world where our novels are set is called Gilalion, and it is a combined labor of love that has been ongoing for the past 15 years. 


Ever since we met, my wife and I have been working on this world, much in the same way Tolkien worked on his, though we'll never touch his genius. Be that as it may, it's our world, and in it we place stories that we hope will grip the reader's imagination. In it we place characters who know true love and have the best sex you'll ever find. At least that's our intent. 


Why? Because that's what we know. After fifteen years of marriage, our love is stronger than it ever has been – tempered by the fire of marital trials – and our sex is … well, incredible. Practice makes perfect, they say, and with all the practice we've had, I'd say we've reached perfection. 


Thanks so much, Raven, for having us here today! Anybody who wants a free copy of Chasing Earth and Flame, comment below for a chance to win. Also, like our author page on Facebook for access to exclusive content such as maps and recipes, unique to our fantasy world of Gilalion!

This sounds great!

Here's the cover...


 and the blurb—

Nevia Akara Judal is the daughter of the First House of Nirrion, but though she is both a powerful 

elemental mage and a cunning political mind, she is her father's property. She is promised to Melenius, 

the only other noble elementalist in the city, but she is not certain she approves of her father's choice.

She has a stronger will than anyone has ever given her credit for, and she is determined to find and

keep the love of the only man who can conquer her heart of earth and flame.

Ooh, sounds good...

Now here's an excerpt


Melenius caught Nevia by the arm and pulled her into a curtained alcove.
“We will be seen,” Nevia whispered.
Melenius shook his head. Cena was due to begin in a few minutes, so he had to work quickly.
“This won’t take long.” He produced the anal plug he had shown her on their honeymoon.
It was Nevia’s turn to shake her head.
“Yes,” Melenius said. He pulled out a vial of scented oil from his small shoulder bag. Nevia’s frosty eyes widened, and he smiled in his airs at her coyness. He poured the oil over the plug, then rubbed it around the head and down its length. “Turn around.”
Nevia did so, but she kept her eyes on her husband. Melenius had never seen anything sexier than his beautiful wife looking over her shoulder with fear and anticipation trembling in her elements as he hitched up her dress. Her fine, white ass was just what he wanted, and his cock hardened. He considered taking her right there, but the sound of music coming from the atrium made him think better of it. The entertainment had arrived. Dinner was imminent, and they would be missed if they were not punctual.
Melenius dabbed a bit of oil on the rosebud of Nevia’s anus and rubbed it around with his thumb. Nevia moaned.
“Quiet!” Melenius’s tone was half serious, half mirthful.
He pressed the tip of the lubricated plug against her ass and slowly applied pressure. He did not at once break her wall, and he was surprised at her body’s unwillingness to allow entry. With a stronger but still gentle push, he felt the pop as the plug slipped into her back passage.
Nevia’s knees buckled, but she did not collapse. The temperature in the alcove plummeted, and though Melenius knew her fires were stoked, she fixed him with an icy glare.
Nevia stood and let her skirts fall back into place. “You dare toy with the ass of an Akara?” She raised her hand to slap Melenius, but he caught her by the wrist.
Melenius lightly bit that wrist as he tweaked her nipple with his other hand. “Now, go be a good girl, and eat your supper.” He opened the curtain and slapped her ass on the way out.
Nevia continued to murder him with her eyes, but her elements betrayed her increasing desire. He sensed her laughter on his winds.
Cena was an elaborate affair, much more so than Melenius would have expected for just a one-night stay in a provincial town. As exotic, half-naked slaves from far-away lands juggled fire sticks before them all, Melenius turned to Judal the Younger.
“I wonder, why all this?” he asked. He popped a fresh, green olive in his mouth.
Nevius, reclined on one elbow, sipped his mulled wine and answered without taking his eyes from the entertainment. “We are returning from a great victory. Though Belamal presses forward, there will be glory for us upon our return to Nirrion. Why not celebrate a little? This is my father’s villa, after all.”
“Fair enough.”
“Enjoy yourself, Firin,” Nevius said. “You and my sister are saviors of the republic.” Nevia’s couch was situated close to his so that their heads would be near each other for conversation. He leaned over and kissed her brow.
Melenius, on the other side of the low table laden with rich food, watched this sibling exchange, knowing that her ass was plugged, that her cunt was probably wet as spring rains.
Nevia betrayed nothing; she could not to her brother, anyway, but neither did her elements. She was cool, collected, and calm. Melenius nodded in her direction, raised his cup in a silent toast to her, and drank its contents. A slave refilled his cup at once. Nevia, playing at human expressions, narrowed her eyes at him. Melenius almost choked on his next drink.
Radish salads and oysters gave way to hot-boiled goose and songbirds with asparagus. Between the appetizers and the main course, clowns had come to re-enact the battle of Vieta. The actor who pantomimed Belamal wore comical armor, and his gold-painted face twisted in all manner of melodramatic expressions.
Nevius ripped hot, juicy meat from the bone with his teeth. “Belamal Triumphant, to be sure.” His mouth was half-full of goose. “Too bad Garalach isn’t here. He could’ve made your job in Vieta easier.”
Melenius felt the instant drop in temperature, and the braziers that burned around them dimmed.
“More wood.” Nevius snapped his fingers at the nearest slave.
Nevia did not look at Melenius. Her eyes were fixed on the small plate she held on her lap. The name of Garalach clearly upset her, and Melenius wanted to go to her, to hold her and remind her of how he had been deceived. He had never stopped loving or wanting Nevia. It had not been his intention to betray her.
But Nevia would not return his glance.
The sun disappeared from the sky, and a cold wind blew through the peristyle and into the atrium.

Wow!  Thank you for sharing this. So now, the all important links.

Where you can find Adonis  Devereux
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/adonisdevereux

How to purchase.


                                    http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-brideforthegodking-665365-143.html

Thanks for stopping by, Adonis. I  can see how busy you are  *waves and dashes of to get her c/c*






5 comments:

  1. Sounds great - and what a lovely cover!

    Good luck with the ever growing series :)

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  2. What an intriguing excerpt! ;)

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  3. Nice excerpt. Keep up the busy writing!

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  4. How wonderful is that to write as a team. Love the excerpt. I look forward to reading more of your works.

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