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10 January 2012

Tuesday Tea with @AdonisDevereux ~ A look at 2012

Well, another Tuesday is upon us. Do you have your beverage ready? Yes? Then sit down and join Adonis Devereux’s discussion on looking at 2012. Welcome Adonis!

     What does 2012 hold for us? I wonder how many blog posts are popping up all over the place with that question. Do I really want to go there? Probably not. I live in Japan, and on New Year's Day, we were hit with a 7.0-magnitude earthquake. No damage, really. No tsunami. But it was a grim reminder of the March 11, 2011 disaster in northern Japan where the ocean rose up and washed away entire towns, swept commuter trains out into the sea, and buried thousands of people under debris. Don't get me started about the nuclear crisis and the government's lies to cover up what is either their laughable ineptitude or their diabolical collusion with the power company. New Year's Day told me one thing: Mother Nature isn't done with us yet. The entire country of Japan shifted eight feet to the east as a result of the 9.0-magnitude earthquake that struck us last March. The quake destabilized the entire fault-line deep in the Pacific. Experts say Tokyo is due for one. And where do I live? In a suburb, just north of Tokyo.
     And so we run, we move? Nope. Our home is here. Even though we're American, we've made a life for ourselves here. My wife and I (we write together under the pen-name “Adonis Devereux”) had all our six daughters here. This is where we stay. This is where we write, come what may.
     Our publisher, Evernight, has been good to us. From the summer of 2011 when we started our first draft of Worth His Freedom, until now with the release of Bride for the God-King, we have received unstinting support from people around the world, but especially from loved ones and friends back home in the USA. Evernight took a chance on an unpublished, unknown married writing team, and I have to thank them for giving us our shot. Both our releases have climbed the rankings at various e-book retailers. We cherish every review, whether positive or negative. We are thrilled with every piece of fan mail. Our heads are still spinning from this wild ride that started in November 2011 and seems like it is just about to really take off.
     So, I'd rather not focus on the negative, about what disaster might lie before us. Everyone here in Japan is worried about the next big one. Worldwide, people are freaking out (partially tongue in cheek, partially not) about the Mayan calendar and the end of the world. But you know what? The world ends every day, and the world is born every day. Every time a person dies, the world ends. Every time a baby belts out its first cry, the world is born. Worrying about tomorrow will not change tomorrow. Tomorrow is an illusion. There is only today. Live today. Love today. Write today. I certainly will. Peace for the new year to you all!
     Thank you, C.R. Moss, for letting me step into your blog!

Blurb for Bride for the God-King by Adonis Devereux:
     The telepath Elemia has spent her whole life training for her chance to marry the god-king in his far-away capital, but then she meets Abbas—and everything comes apart as they fall for each other.
     As a half-breed, Abbas is barely tolerated by his own people, and Elemia is cast out of her order of novices for being with him. As punishment, Elemia is to be sold in marriage to Abbas' older brother, though her mind has already joined with Abbas'. The lovers would do anything to avoid this untenable situation, but even if they escape, they will still have to deal with the god-king.
~ Excerpt ~
     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.

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