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Title: Reign & RuinSeries: Mages of the Wheel, Book 1Author: J.D. EvansGenre: Epic FantasyAbout Reign & Ruin:“All magic is beautiful,” she said, “and terrible. Do you not see the beauty in yours, or the terror in mine? You can stop a heart, and I can stop your breath.” She is heir to a Sultanate that once ruled the world. He is an unwanted prince with the power to destroy. She is order and intellect, a woman fit to rule in a man's place. He is chaos and violence and will stop at nothing to protect his people. His magic answers hers with shadow for light. They need each other, but the cost of balance may be too high a price. Magic is dying and the only way to save it is to enlist mages who wield the forbidden power of death, mages cast out centuries ago in a brutal and bloody war. Now, a new war is coming. Science and machines to replace magic and old religion. They must find a way to save their people from annihilation and balance the sacred Wheel—but first, they will have to balance their own forbidden passion. His peace for her tempest, his restlessness for her calm… Night and day, dusk and dawn, the end, and the beginning.
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He unbuckled his sword belt, the action drawing her gaze to his hips, to the scar that cut a line over his belly and into his salvar. There was a trace of jet hair below his navel that followed the scar lower, but none on his chest, a testament to his mixed heritage and yet another thing that set him apart from Tamar men. Naime watched the flex of muscles in his back, stomach, and arms as he pulled his caftan over his head. Her palms itched, her fingers tingling with her desire to touch him, to know what it felt like to stroke golden skin and sleek muscle. She mourned the loss when the caftan fell loosely around him, hiding his body from her.
“Is that all right with you?” His tone was more jab than question as he buttoned the caftan in quick, irritated flicks of his fingers. Naime forced herself to look at his face. How much of her admiration was obvious to him now? “Is what all right?” she asked, her voice catching. He tugged his entari off the hook, shrugging into it then grabbing his sword belt before he strode back to her. “I would like to take my men for a ride through your city. We do not suffer cages well.” He hung the sword over the low wall beside them. “You could at least acknowledge that you have heard and understand what I just told you. If you will not apologize.” “I won’t apologize for something I don’t believe was wrongdoing,” he said, and the movement of his fingers as he hooked the clasps on his entari drew her gaze, “but I will heed your words. Action is better than the little lies we tell with apology, isn’t it?” His hands dropped to his sides, and Naime found him watching her when she averted her gaze from the buttons. Her pulse thumped harder. Mages could look at people with intensity fueled by magic, but this intensity was different. His coffee-dark eyes swept her face, but not her body, as she was so accustomed to, but it didn’t matter. The perusal felt as intimate, as suggestive. A swirl in her belly twisted lower, heating her thoughts with more lurid images. “You could come with us,” he suggested, the anger gone from his voice, the coaxing velvet warmth back. Naime shook her head, slowly, her stare locked to his, her voice refusing to come to her call. “Not even a short ride?” He stepped closer, and she had to tip her head to keep her eyes on his. The scent of male sweat, and something else…the warm, spreading scent of dusk swept over her. No. Being alone with this man was not a good idea. “I cannot,” she managed. “Some other time then,” he said, his eyes growing somehow darker, brown morphing to black. “Any time.” “No,” Naime said, though her voice betrayed the truth. If it would not ruin her to do so, she would happily go anywhere with him. “Decorum?” he said too casually, reaching for his sword belt and slinging it around his hips. “Or, is there some other offense I have committed you have yet to mention?” “Surely in Sarkum it would be just as unseemly for a princess to go riding about with a soldier.” Naime watched his competent hands as they buckled his sword into place and adjusted its position against his leg. “I am also a prince,” he said. “But do as you see fit, Sultana.”
About the Author:
J.D. Evans writes science fiction and fantasy romance and is the author of the novel, Reign & Ruin. After earning her degree in linguistics, J.D. served a decade as an army officer. She once spent her hours putting together briefings for helicopter pilots and generals. Now she writes stories, tends to a tiny human, knits, sews badly, gardens, and cultivates Pinterest Fails. After a stint in Beirut, J.D. fell in love with the Levant, which inspired the setting for her debut series, Mages of the Wheel. J.D. currently resides in Raleigh, North Carolina, though she will always be a Montana girl at heart.
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2 Comments
Shelby
1/31/2020 08:21:08 am
So excited!
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Clairisa Phoinix
2/2/2020 03:56:30 pm
Wow I love the chemistry shown here :-)
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