Since authors helping authors get the word out on the printed word is a great form of kinship among key pounders, I’ve created PIMP MY BOOK. This series will bring various authors of every kind to guest blog.
First up is Adonis Devereux, the husband and wife team that write yummy fantasy romance. Their newest release, Bride for the God-King, came out in December 2011. They’ve come here to give you a little insight on the novel. Enjoy!
Evernight Publishing’s Adonis Devereux
featuring Bride for the God-King
When Elemia was a child, she exhibited strong telepathic abilities, so she given to the Order to be raised as a potential bride for the god-king. The mistress of the Order, however, was jealous of Elemia’s talent and insulted and abused her daily – almost in a Cinderella-type way. “You’re useless. You’re ugly. You’re a waste of time and space.” Fast forward to Elemia all grown up, her meeting with the king imminent. And that’s when she meets Abbas, the rugged, tattooed Rolador horseman, a man whose only blanket is the stars, whose only pillow is a stone. He draws out Elemia’s beauty and teaches her own worth. They fall for each other at once, but the only problem is the supposed grand destiny Elemia has been raised to aspire to: marriage to the god-king. But how can Elemia think about a man she’s never met when Abbas is near? Bride for the God-King is our second novel, and it takes place in our fantasy world of Gilalion.
Gilalion is an original fantasy world of our own design. It is rich in developed histories, pantheons, cultures, and races. It also contains stories that are not only true love forever but hot in the bedroom!
Check us out. And as a bonus, if you like our Facebook author page, you’ll get access to original maps and recipes, all designed to enhance your Gilalion experience. We’ll see you on the other side!
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Abbas laid out the pieces of clothing: first a thin, white smock, then a tight, blue bodice with laces that he laid on top. He also showed her two skirts, one slightly longer than the other. They were woven in red and blue patterns. “And, of course, your riding boots. You will find yourself ahorse more often than on foot.” Abbas was thrilled that he could teach Elemia about his ways. “I’ll step outside. When you’ve tried these on, call me back in.” He did not want to go. He wanted to stay and admire the lithe body she had hidden under her robes.
“Thank you, Abbas. Yes, I will call you back in.” But she did not move toward the clothes. She simply stood and gazed at him.
Abbas tore himself away, not trusting himself to study her body further, and his head spun as he closed the door behind him. Ahketh was standing there scowling at him, and Abbas’s euphoria evaporated. The Ausir knight represented everything that separated him from Elemia: the Order and its absolute control over her life, and the enforced marriage to Cathal.
“I hate you,” Abbas growled.
Ahketh chuckled. “I am not too fond of you, either, half-breed. The sooner we are away from each other, the better.”
Abbas brooded until he heard Elemia calling his name, more quickly than he had expected.
“What’s the matter?” he said through the door.
“I need help. I am not sure what to do with this–this thing.”
Abbas’s gaze darted to Ahketh’s face. What would the knight think of him helping Elemia with her clothes? But Ahketh did not seem to care. He was staring off into the space before him.
Abbas re-entered the room, wondering if he might find Elemia half-naked. Instead, he found her fully dressed in the shift and skirts. In her hand, she held the bodice.
“Not bad for a first try.” He laughed a little louder than he felt, trying to cover his surprise. Elemia’s breasts were round and full, larger than he had anticipated. He could make out little else save the slim curves of her hips. He cleared his throat, approached, and took the bodice. “This goes on before the skirts, and part of it tucks under them. May I?”
Elemia spread her arms out wide and looked wonderingly into Abbas’s eyes. “Please.”
Her innocence and trust both aroused Abbas to fever pitch and hardened his resolve to abuse neither. “Here, let me.” Abbas reached out and loosened Elemia’s skirts, untying them and letting them fall to the floor. The shift went to her knees. He admired the shape of her leg, strong and lean, as it disappeared up into her smock. But then he saw the tattoo, and the creeping ivy across her ankle brought him up short.
“The chieftain said my ivy will never bloom.” Elemia must have read his thoughts, or, more likely, his disappointment was plain on his face.
Abbas took what comfort he could in that promise and continued his work. He clasped the bodice around Elemia’s waist and laced it from the bottom up. He worked slowly. He wanted to take his time and enjoy the feel of her flesh beneath his hands. With each pull of the lace, Elemia’s form became more defined, more visible to Abbas’s appreciative eye. Elemia was slender and small, but the fullness of her breasts reminded him that she was not a child. The bodice stopped short under her bosom, leaving them covered only by the shift. As he tied off the lace at the top, his gaze traced the outline of her firm breasts. Her erect nipples were visible through the thin fabric.
“Is it too tight?” Elemia asked. “I cannot really breathe.”
Abbas knew that the bodice was not too tight. “It’s fine. It just takes some getting used to. You’ve spent your life in a flowing robe.” It pleased Abbas to think that Elemia was becoming as aroused as he, for if anything was too tight, it was his breeches, straining to contain his erection. He slowly knelt and picked up the skirts, raising them around Elemia’s hips, letting his hands brush against her buttocks.
Elemia sighed and reached out to tuck a stray braid back behind Abbas’s ear. As he wrapped the
skirts around her waist, Abbas could feel Elemia moving against him. She was reacting the way her body wanted her to, but she was ignorant of the ways of sex. He realized had she known, she would have kept a tighter rein on her physical response. Abbas smiled to himself and tied the skirts in place, looping the belts through the bodice according to Rolador fashion. He stepped away from her then to appraise her, but he made sure he kept his hands folded in front of his straining breeches. “I have never seen a lovelier chieftainess.” He had never seen a lovelier woman. It still amazed him that others did not see Elemia’s beauty.
“You flatter me.” Elemia smoothed down the bodice. “It is kind of you to think so. You are the perfection of two races, more beautiful than either alone.”
Abbas was glad to hear the voices of Volshaden and Jhaleed in the antechamber. He could not trust himself any longer in the room with Elemia, for he wished to seize her, rip the bodice from her breasts, and lick her rosy nipples. He wanted to throw her on the bed, tear off her skirts, and thrust his throbbing phallus into her. He knew that her body would accept him; surely it had already prepared itself. She would wrap her legs around his hips and pull him in deeper, all the while devouring his mouth with her own.
“They are calling us.” Elemia brought Abbas back to reality.
I’d like to thank Adonis Devereux for guest blogging. Many happy returns!