Today I have the rather awesome Adonis Devereux with me who have a copy of their book to giveaway. For a chance to win all you have to do is comment saying something surprising about your love life. You must leave your email address, which will be passed on Adonis Devereux.
Adonis Devereux is two people made one. He grew up in Michigan and
in rural Indiana, a Midwestern boy with a passion for story. She was rootless,
a Virginia native who lived in London, Paris, and Rome before her
parents settled just outside Tokyo. Like him, stories burned in
her.
They met in university at a poetry reading, and their love story continued into marriage, graduate school, and half a dozen children. Now he teaches at a Japanese national university, and she teaches children to invert fractions and decline Latin nouns, all while researching ancient Roman and medieval recipes for their novels.
Together, they are Adonis Devereux, and they’re proud to have published their entire line of Gilalion books with Evernight. They’re sad to say goodbye to the fantasy world that has cradled seven amazing couples, but they’re excited about moving on to a new line of books.
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Here is the Blurb.
The Lotus Trilogy, 3
Konas Seranimesti was present eighteen years ago when the last Lotus
in Arinport gave birth to twins, Soren and Sillara. Sillara was betrothed to
Konas's brother the day of her birth, and Konas has fallen in love with his
brother's promised wife.
But what can Konas do? Sillara is the daughter of a Lotus, and her
life has been planned out in advance. She has never been allowed to choose
anything for herself. But when her twin brother, Soren, who is himself feeling
the pressures of his station, joins her on a desert hunting trip arranged by
his best friend, everyone's plans for Sillara are ruined.
Lost in the desert and assumed dead, Sillara is given choices for
the first time in her life, but how can she choose a love she has never
recognized? Will Sillara's choice ruin Soren's chance for love? And can Konas
win a heart promised to another man?
Be Warned: public exhibition, anal
sex, multiple partners, m/m sex, f/f sex, bondage, spanking, erotic
asphyxiation
Ready for a tasty Excerpt?
Soren had no more time to pursue
his dark thoughts, for the shaking of the tambourines summoned everyone to the
main tent. A male and female pleasure slave, clad in near-nothingness, stood at
the entrance and greeted the revelers. Nathen gave Orien a light kick.
“Get up, sleepyhead. Delight
calls.”
Orien groaned, squinted against
the light, and rolled over. He rose, shook the sand from his massive, muscular
frame, and stretched. His face broke into a wide grin. “Is it time to travel
the marshes already?”
Soren nodded.
“Merieke brought plenty of herbs,
so no one has to worry about bastards, so I am going to take one of the girls
for myself. You all can fight it out over whoever's left.”
Orien, Nathen, and Soren entered
the tent and were carried along on waves of music, incense, and herbs. Soren
watched as a slave crushed the petals of a purple flower in his hand and threw
it into the brazier. Immediately he felt his mind slipping away to that
thrilling realm of supreme carnal gratification. The slaves had some touch of
their master, and though Konas was not here, his influence remained. Soren knew
he was in for another unforgettable orgy.
Merieke came, too, and her
natural beauty shamed the crafted appearances of the pleasure slaves. She wore
nothing save her jewelry, and even her brothers turned and gasped at her
arrival. Gold and malachite earrings dangled from her lovely earlobes, and a
wide necklace of gold and silver fashioned in the likeness of two birds' heads
looking in opposite directions lay across the upper half of her breasts. Her
lips were red as the ripest apples, and black wings of kohl rose from her eyes,
giving her a cat-like look. Soren was almost convinced that she was purring. A
belt of thin gold coins linked together hung on her hips, drawing his attention
to her exposed and beautiful pussy. Clean. No hair. Just the way the Sunjaa
liked it. But most magnificent of all was Merieke's headpiece, an ornate black
wig decorated with cold-worked glass of varying colors.
“Hello, boys,” she said.
No one responded, so stunned were
the men by the sudden revelation of her charms.
Soren noticed that she held
something in her hand, but whatever it was, it was small enough to be concealed
in her closed fist. The only thing he could see was the long ribbon of silk
that hung from her hand. It put him in mind of something fun, and with a grin,
he walked over to a nearby casket and rummaged through its contents of toys in
search of a blindfold.
Orien took one of the slave-girls
and commandeered her. Due to Orien's unpleasantly oversized cock, that was no
more than Soren expected. That left two male pleasure slaves, one female, and
Merieke.
Merieke walked over to Soren,
reached up inside his skirt without breaking eye contact with him, and grabbed
his cock. “It's about time, don't you think? We've known each other all our
lives, and still we haven't fucked?”
Soren untied his skirt and let it
fall. “Well, I've been at sea.” He liked bantering with her.
Merieke's eyes glowed. “From what
I hear about what you sailors do to each other at sea, I'd say you're more than
ready to take what I'm offering.”
Soren grinned and ran his hands
through his long hair, freeing any small tangles from his horns. “I'll make
your first time with an Ausir something to remember.”
Merieke went up on her tiptoes
and kissed Soren's mouth. “And I'll make your first time with me
unforgettable.”
Soren smiled back at Nathen, who
nodded his approval. Merieke's brother turned his attention toward a female
pleasure slave, invited a male pleasure slave to join them, and moved off.
Knowing that he was going to tell Sillara everything about this afterward,
Soren resolved to thoroughly thank Merieke for her kindness in giving Sillara
her first climax.
The part of Soren that was the
attentive lover wished he had asked Nathen what kind of lover Merieke was, what
she liked and disliked, and what she liked even if she did not know she liked
it or just would not admit it to herself. But the other side of Soren, that
adventurous side that liked a bit of a surprise, was glad to be sailing into
uncharted waters. The sea had never looked more inviting.
Soren sensed that Merieke, in her
excitement, wanted to lead, and he obliged her. He knew that some people dealt
with their nervousness by overcompensating in matters of control. Soren could
wait to assert himself; besides, he was happy to see what Merieke would do.
Merieke laid Soren down on a pile
of soft pillows and leaned over him, arching her fingers in order to press her
nails into his chest. Her hands played with Soren's body, traveling over his
shoulders, and down his muscular arms. She traced the wide wings of the proud
falcon tattooed beautifully across his chest. She leaned in closer to play with
the hair at the nape of his neck, and as she tousled his locks, she kissed his
throat. Soren moaned and relaxed into the pillows. Merieke only used her left
hand. Her right hand still held her secret.
The passion of Merieke's kisses
increased, and she, too, moaned as she rubbed her tits against Soren's skin.
Soren kneaded her breasts, ending each long caress in a pinch of her nipples.
He breathed deep of the spices in the fibers of her wig, and his cock surged to
life. In moments it was achingly hard. Merieke trailed her kisses across his collarbone
and down his chest. She stopped at his nipple for a nibble, and Soren thrust
his cock up into her stomach. The hard shaft slapped against her skin, and she
looked up into his eyes and smiled.
Her kisses continued down to his
navel, and there she paused to lick. With her left hand, she reached down and
grasped Soren's cock, working it in preparation for her tongue. She jacked him
off against her throat, moving the head of his cock down her jawline and across
her chin. Merieke's tongue flicked out, almost touching it but not quite. Soren
smiled at her game. Soon it would be his turn.
Without warning, Merieke devoured
Soren's cock, the pleasure of which caused him to suck in his breath and hold
it. Her lips held his hard shaft against her ever-moving tongue. Her head
bobbed up and down, and Soren groaned in pleasure to see his cock disappearing
into the mouth he had wanted to fuck for so long. Merieke looked up into his
eyes while she sucked. She knew exactly what to do.
But then something happened that
surprised and impressed Soren, a man impressed by nothing where sex was
concerned. Soren was so far more advanced than any of his lovers that no one
had ever been able to catch him unawares in the bedroom.
Merieke did. As she sucked, she
dropped both her hands below Soren's legs so that her hands were out of sight.
Soren knew she was up to something, but he could not guess what. Then he felt
something cool against his asshole, and he looked down in surprise. Merieke
managed to smile while still keeping his cock in her mouth.
Soren was open to anything, so he
trusted Merieke to please him. So far she was doing an excellent job. He
relaxed his asshole and let Merieke slip inside whatever she wanted to put
there. Whatever it was, it was not very big. Not as big as a cock. And then a
most pleasing vibrating sensation filled his back passage.
Other Books in The Lotus
Trilogy:
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All Romance
eBooks
Worth His Freedom
Bride for the God-King
Chasing Earth and Flame
The Twelve Naughty Princesses
Worth His Freedom
Bride for the God-King
Chasing Earth and Flame
The Twelve Naughty Princesses
Burn Like Ice (free)
It's great to see a husband & wife author collaboration. I've always wondered how those work and it seems you too work well. Your books look great.
ReplyDeleteMy husband is hardly a reader, so we can never work together in that sense. But he and his friends are great for bouncing of ideas and research about male behaviour and interactions.
can i just say you guys have the best covers! And a great excerpt!
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