Word-Slingers – Guest Adonis Devereux

Good morning everyone. Today I have a repeat visitor(s), Adonis Devereux. Since they’ve been here before, there won’t be the standard interview. Instead, the Mr. half of Adonis will tell the tale of how they got to know each other, and then share the blurb and an excerpt from their new release (out TODAY), Chasing Earth and FlameAs you’ll see in the blog post, don’t forget to comment for a chance to win.  Take it away! 

How does the quote go? “The course of true love never did run smooth.” Or something like that. No couple has a perfect love – just ask our characters – but every couple has the chance to rise above adversity, embrace each other, and come out the other side stronger for having stuck together. I’m Adonis Devereux, but Adonis Devereux isn’t just one person. It’s two. We’re a husband and wife writing team. Tory was gracious enough to have the Mr. half of the duo guest blog today.
You know the old saying that “practice makes perfect”. Well, that’s the way it is with any relationship, especially the married one! My wife and I have been married for 15 years. We met in university and married soon after graduation. OK, it goes like this…the first time she saw me, I was sitting in the student center on campus relaxing and reading “The Taming of the Shrew” for my upper division Shakespeare class. I had my big Riverside Shakespeare splayed out across my lap, and I guess she just couldn’t help herself. Shakespeare – not me! – was just too irresistible to her. She had to stop and chat about her favorite writer. What she knew blew me away. As a college student, I was just getting started with my Shakespearean education, but she had read the complete works of the Bard before graduating high school! Her brains matched her beauty, and I was instantly enchanted.
But that was just a chance meeting. Nothing really came from it, but we didn’t forget each other. Besides, campus was small, so we often bumped into each other. Then came poetry night at the coffee shop. I fancied myself a kind of romantic poet – romantic in the Keats sense, not the way we define romance today. With her exotic English accent, my soon-to-be fiancée was the perfect voice to give my poetry life. I asked her if she would read something I’d written, and she gladly accepted. Still, we didn’t get together then. But we saw each other around. The campus was quite small. The next time we were thrust together, we worked together building a collapsible fireplace for a stage prop. See, we were in theater together. Shakespeare? Check. Poetry? Check. Theater? Check. Was there anything we didn’t have in common? Apparently not! That’s when we started dating. It was winter. We got engaged the next summer. We set the date for after graduation. In the spring, we graduated on a Monday. That same week, on Friday, we got married. We moved to Japan the next day. It was a busy week.
Oh, where’s the time gone? Fifteen years have passed, and six children later, our love is deeper, richer, and more perfect than it ever was – than we ever thought it could be! – in those early years. We’ve been through a lot, but through everything, one thing has been constant: us. Nothing can or ever will tear us apart, and when you have love – real love – on your side, what trouble can take your eyes off that? Nothing. We know love, and we know great sex, and if you want to read about both –not ours, of course – then check out Chasing Earth and Flame, our third release from Evernight Publishing, out April 2nd, 2012. Thanks so much, Tory, for having us here today!
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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. Ah, sniff, thanks for sharing your story. Made me feel all warm inside and I feel like giving my hubby of twenty three years a squish. Alas, he's at work, so will have to send him a text instead. *grins*Sounds like another fab book from you two 🙂


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