Today it is my pleasure to introduce you to the Evernight writing duo of Adonis Devereaux. With two bestselling books under their belts, they are well on their way to author stardom.
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Adonis Devereux – Bio
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. They are pleased to debut their writing career with Worth His Freedom from Evernight Publishing.
Wow, Adonis! You certainly have plenty of travel experiences to draft your stories on. What decided you on writing?
She: I always liked telling stories, making up stories in my head since I was a little girl. Writing them down was the best way to be able to revisit them in exactly the form I liked best. I started writing when I was about twelve, and I have kept writing – if only for myself – pretty much since then. As for writing about places I have been, I usually do not. I do have hope of writing a few stories set in Europe someday.
He: I haven’t traveled that much, other than the fact that I live in Japan! I’ve been to some other places in Asia, as well, which is weird, since I never write oriental-type stories. I guess that’s just too close to home. Growing up, I was always interested in stories – not necessarily writing, but storytelling. In university, that love of story turned into a love of literature, especially poetry. I wrote poetry for a while, but as I came into my thirties, I put poetry behind me and focused on prose, specifically fictional epistolary writing.
Your books are classified in several genres…Paranormal, History, Fantasy and Erotic. Why are you drawn to this type of story?
We’re surprised that our novels fall into so many categories, but we guess that’s because we have sprawling, complex stories that revolve around the passionate love affair of the main characters.
Where do the ideas come from?
From our shared love of story. From our quiet walks in the country where we talk about our writing. From our bed, where we not only perfect the expression of our marital love but create characters that live forever.
What comes first, names of H/h, location or plot?
Plot. Definitely plot. Without plot, there is no story.
Are you a plotter or pantser?
Plotter. Both of us. Definitely.
What is your typical writing day/night?
We write whenever the kids are quiet and not jumping on us. (We have six girls!) This means that we usually write in the evenings. On holidays, however, it can be any time.
Six girls? Wow! That sounds like a busy household. Do you ever have trouble getting into the ‘writing zone’?
Only if we don’t have a handle on our plot or characters. We’ve tried writing a novel with just a vague idea of what’s going on, and we utterly failed. We need to have the entire story plotted out. Let us give an example: first, we write an overview in which all of the story arcs and characterization are hammered out. From there, we break that overview down into chapters, fleshing out the play-by-play. Yeah, we’re obsessed with plotting!
My characters ‘speak’ to me as I write their story. Do yours? If so, what’s it like to have them breathing down your neck?
They don’t talk to us, per se. Internal consistency is what is important. The characters must act in character, so sometimes they can surprise us when we’re writing them.
If you had to describe yourself, what three words best suit you?
He: Me, myself, and I.
She: Catholic, wife, mother.
If someone else (other than your significant other) described you, what three words would they use? *evil grin*
She: Responsible, thoughtful, kind-hearted.
He: Self-assured, smug, obstinate. LOL
He: Herman Melville
She: J.R.R. Tolkien
She: The Silmarillion
He: Wow. I’ve never thought about cars in my life.
She: I don’t like cars.
Desktop or Laptop?
She: Caramel apple oat bars.
He: Black forest pie.
He: The Shawshank Redemption
She: The Terminator (first one)
Pen or Pencil?
She: Pencil, the kind that you shake to have the lead come out.
Penis size? Oops!
He: Actually, that’s a valid question!
Shopping or Baking?
She: Somewhere quiet and romantic. I like spending time with him without distractions.
He: Somewhere warm, like the beach. I hate cold!
Here in Canada, the changing seasons would be much different than what you’d experience in Japan? In fact, it’s freezing cold right now. What is your favorite season? Why?
Fall. It’s not too hot and not too cold, and there’s something magical about the scenery in autumn.
Do you think you’ll try your hand at different genres in the future? If so, which ones?
Maybe we’ll try something in our real world. Worth His Freedom and Bride for the God-King are both set in our fictional fantasy world, though it’s not a super magicky world.
What pearls of wisdom would you like to impart to aspiring writers?
Write only because that is what you want to do. Do not write expecting validation in any format. Then, if you do receive validation, in the form of praise or publication, it is a bonus, but it is not that for which you write.
Bride for the God-King has recently released through Evernight Publishing.
I love the cover!
What prompted you to write this story? How long did it take?
Sometimes we think we know more about our fictional world of Gilalion than this world. We know the geography, the people, the politics, religions, and languages (though we don’t have a vocabulary or anything nerdy like that). So, our stories come naturally out of that world. As we said before, our characters grow out of our conversations with each other, and then we plant them in that fictional world. How long did it take to write? One month.
What characteristics/personality traits make your hero and heroine memorable?
Elemia, the heroine, is a woman who can endure no matter what happens. No matter what happens, she stays true to her word, true to her principles.
Abbas, the hero, is passionate, a man who believes in his woman when no one else does. He is poetic at heart, a lover of uncommon beauty.
Can you share the blurb? Excerpt?
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.
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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