Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Adonis Devereux Guest Blog and giveaway

Adonis Devereux's Chasing Earth and Flame was released this week by Evernight Publishing. The absolutely hot cover is what first caught my eye. I was excited when Adonis offered to write a guest blog for me. Note that if you comment on this post, you will have a chance to win a free copy!

          "Werewolves? Never thought about them, despite their popularity. Vampires? I've dabbled but never published anything in this vein. I'm not sure why I haven't jumped on these hot sub-genres right now; I just haven't. They seem to be scorching up the hot-selling charts right now, so maybe I should reconsider and write something involving shifters and/or bloodsuckers! 
          Our own fantasy world, Gilalion, where our novels are set, are full of their own unique beings, however, from the horned and technologically-proficient Ausir to the elemental mages known as Lorin. Isabella was kind enough to offer us a spot here in her blog, so I'd like to talk about the Lorin.   
           I'm Adonis Devereux, but sometimes I refer to myself as “we” because I'm just one half of a writing duo. We're a husband and wife writing team living in Japan, and we share not only a similar love of and sense of story but also fifteen years of marriage and six daughters! This is the Mr. half here today. 
           The Lorin of our fantasy world are basically elemental mages, meaning that some Lorin have mastery over certain elemental forces, and others have different spheres of influence. For example, in our latest release, Chasing Earth and Flame, our heroine, Nevia, is mistress of Fire and Earth – hence the title of the book! Her lover, the incredibly sexy and dominant Melenius, is master of Air and Water, and together, they represent all four elements, which makes them the perfect match! Lorin are rare in Gilalion, so when they find one another, they stick together, kind of like foreigners living in a foreign country – like us! But when two Lorin fall in love? 
           Well, let's just say that their passion has a real, palpable effect. Someone's trying to take Nevia away from Melenius? Are you prepared for the cyclone that he's going to call down on you? Somebody trying to hurt Melenius? Are you prepared to be incinerated by Nevia's wrath? That's what Nevia and Melenius are all about – themselves together against the world, ready to fight for each other to the bitter end. And that's just what they have to do. 
            Thanks so much, Isabella, 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!"

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.

 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.

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  1. You've created an interesting world. Sounds like a great read. Best of luck, Adonis.

  2. Our adventure starts with the cover. Too many books have a hairless model on the front. I love that this cover model has a little. It make me want to run my fingers through it. Then it continues inside. Especially when the public is just around the corner from them. I love it. Can't wait to read. Thank you for the great giveaway.


  3. Whoops, forgot to comment. You two are awesome!