During the entire month of May I’m hosting a reverse blog tour. Rather than send y’all to other people’s blogs to read about me, which you already do if you’re a regular here, I’m introducing you to some amazing and talented authors from all walks of life and genres.

When Nulli Para Ora agreed to let me interview some of her characters, I was thrilled. First of all, I love meeting new (imaginary) people, and second, Nulli is a talented and prolific author, and her book Initiate is one that’s captured my imagination from the moment I saw it.

So she let me interview her hero Cirian, and her heroine Ashland. This couple is sexy, funny, and a blast to be in the room with.

Tell us about your favorite childhood memory. A game you played, a ritual you had with friends, or something else.

Cirian looks at Ashland, a small smile spreading his lips. “I’d like to hear this answer myself.”

Ashland: “I liked to play jingling.”

Cirian raises and eyebrow. “You? You allowed someone to blindfold you while you tried to track down the noise they made? You voluntarily relinquished control? Who the hell are you? Where’s Ashland?”

Ashland: “We were kids. We didn’t have to worry about someone trying to eat us.” When Cirian sighs, she laughs.

Cirian: “I enjoyed archery and sword play.”

Asland: “Figures.”

Cirian: “What?”

Ashland: “Nothing.”

Cirian: “By the land, woman, I’ll never understand you.”

*laughing* the things you learn about each other, even after that connection is made. So tell me, both of you, family first or friends?

Ashland: “Family.”

Cirian: “Family, but true friends are family.”

Ashland: “That’s actually pretty sweet coming from you.”

Cirian: “Don’t make me turn you over my knee.”

*whew* the temperature is starting to rise in here. Keep in mind, my good friends, this is a public forum *winks*.

Tell me, what’s you’re least favorite duty?

Ashland: “Oh that’s easy.”

Cirian: “Here we go…”

Ashland: *rolls eyes* “My least favorite duty is being an Initiate.”

Cirian: “It’s an honor.”

Ashland: “It’s a death sentence!”

Cirian: *takes her hand* “I won’t let anything happen to you.” He pauses before speaking again. “I’d say my least favorite duty is preparing someone for a future they don’t want.”

Ashland: “Cirian… I don’t know what to say.”

Cirian: *locks eyes with her, but doesn’t speak*

That was a loaded question. I didn’t mean to cool things off so quickly. How about we make the mood a little lighter again? Maybe add a hint of sweet to things. What’s your favorite desert?

Ashland: “Sticky pudding. It’s warm and sweet. I like to eat it slowly, you know, savoring it.”

Cirian stares at her, a look a surprise on his face. “Well, it’s sticky toffee pudding now.”

*ahem* That one speaks for itself.

To finish us up, let’s dig into a little wide-scale wish fulfillment. If you could have any one thing in the entire world, what would it be?

Ashland: “Freedom.”

Cirian: “A new job, and for her to find some of that freedom in me.”

So well said. Sometimes the simplest wishes are the hardest to realize. Thank you to both of you. Readers, any questions for Ashland, Cirian, or Nulli? They’re all happy to interact with you.


About Nulli Para Ora

I’m a romance author who writes in multiple genres. A lover of languages, anime, martial arts, video games, nature, and music, I am inspired by everything from the profound to the mundane.

Whether it’s crafting a new realm, an alien planet, a new species, or an alternate reality, you can always count on twists and turns in my tales. Love can be irrational, undeniable, blissful, erotic, and sometimes frustrating, but it is also universal, binding hearts across cultures and time. Step into one of my worlds and stay awhile.

If you’d like to learn more about Nulli (because seriously y’all, she rules), you can find her at:

www.nulliparaora.com
On Twitter: @NulliParaOra
Facebook: www.facebook.com/nulli.paraora
And on Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6858677.Nulli_Para_Ora

And now that I’ve whet your pallet, a little more about Initiate:

Bound in service to the king, Initiates are selected and brought to the palace to forfeit their lives and fulfill their calling. That is until duty and honor clash with self-preservation. The resulting test of wills may destroy a kingdom and a new love which should never have seen the light of day.

On the surface, the kingdom of Minra appears idyllic, steeped in peace and prosperity. This peace comes at a price. The villages of the kingdom offer up Initiates—individuals who vie for the chance to be selected as the King’s Companion—to preserve the kingdom. Initiate and Companion are the most honored and coveted roles in all the land, for Companions nourish Minra’s monarch with their life force until they die, allowing their wise king to survive for generations.

Under Ritual Trainers bound in service to the king, Initiates are selected and brought to the palace to fulfill their duty. All Initiates greet this opportunity with happiness and reverence. Almost all. One Initiate forsakes time-honored traditions in favor of self-preservation.

Is this forfeiture of life a worthy trade—or even necessary—for the good of the kingdom? In the battle for superiority, can love survive and overthrow generations of sacrifice and tradition?

Hooked yet? It’s available now in all digital formats from Liquid Silver Books
And specifically for your Kindle from amazon

Want to know more? Nulli has a Trailer on Youtube

And she’s given me an excerpt just for y’all

No one was sure how it started, but King Kendrick had stopped aging. He made no secret of his condition, and for a time, he nourished himself by feeding on the life force of the enemies of Minra.

There hadn’t been any battles nor secret plots in centuries. It was the people of the kingdom who decided to offer up Initiates to keep the king strong. Even though there hadn’t been any negative experiences in living memory, the elders of each village handed down the tales of how things were before Kendrick took the throne. Life had been good under Kendrick’s rule, and no one was willing to return to the hardships of times past.

None of that mattered to Ashland as she took determined strides. She was a little breathless as she approached the door to Cirian’s carriage. She looked up at the side of the hood on the Ritual Master’s head through the window with a ball of venomous ire rising up her throat. “I hope I become a Companion just so he can choke on me and finally die!”

Cirian didn’t move. When he spoke, it was with a controlled tone. “Are you finished?”

“What?” The anger she felt before transformed into a full-on rage. Her blood churned, filling her with the urge to leap into the carriage and scratch the arrogant man’s eyes out.

“Are you finished with this little display of yours?” He remained still and continued to face forward as if she wasn’t there.

Just who the hell did this man think he was? There he sat, ripping her away from everything she knew, and he had the nerve to sit there as if she was an inconvenience. Ashland’s disgust removed any remaining filter she might have had.

“Are you finished being a jackass?” She put her balled fists on her hips and narrowed her eyes at the man who’d decided her fate. She knew her words were inappropriate, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t raised to back down from a challenge. She blew out a breath of frustration. Despite her upbringing, she was also raised to respect the royal court.

“Get in your carriage.” The Ritual Master was unaffected by her anger, and he leaned to the opposite window and called out in a firm tone. “Callan, let’s go. I want to be back at the palace before midday. Baan, see to it this Initiate makes it to her carriage.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “If she speaks out of turn, find a gag to silence her.”

Ashland couldn’t decide if she was about to scream or spontaneously combust as she stared at Cirian in shock. How dare he!

Before she could open her mouth, Baan was at her side, and he gripped her forearm gently. “This way, Initiate.”

She blinked several times before she felt him tug her along. Allowing herself to be led away, she turned her gaze to the man guiding her toward the farm. He was taller than she was, with hair the color of a field of sunlit wheat. He wore it long, the golden strands pulled back and tucked into his robe. His face was youthful, but he carried himself with an air of formal reserve.

A small smile pulled the corners of his mouth, and he spoke in a quiet voice. “It’s okay to be nervous, but I assure you, everything will be just fine.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not on the menu.”