Meet the Characters with Tmonique Stephens

Descendants fo RaHello and welcome to my blog for another round of Meet the Characters! Today I am featuring a guest blogger who has graciously agreed to let me do a character interview, which is my favorite kind of interview. Join me in welcoming author, Tmonique Stephens, and her characters from When Forever Isn’t Enough. It’s a fantastic romance with wonderful characters so without further ado here is the interview with Roman and EJ.

Meet the Descendants of Ra

Male descendants from the Egyptian Gods.

The leader, Roman Nicolis, and his twin, Reign Nicolis. Avery Nicolis and his ‘little’ brother, EJ Nicolis. DNA links them, but love is the bond holding them together. Scars and secrets have shaped them into brutal warriors. Can love turn them into heroic men?

How did you first meet your writer?

Roman: In her dreams.

EJ: Her dirty dreams!

Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?

Reign: Fight scenes.

Avery: Yes. We have to convince her that she doesn’t have to be gentle. We can take it.

EJ: Just bring it, woman. We ain’t afraid of a little blood.

Roman: Though, we do prefer it cover the other guy.

What makes you happiest?

Roman: Waking up to my wife.

Avery: Holding my child.

EJ: Making Ridley smile.

Reign: Making Alexis proud of me.

Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in?

Roman: We are Egyptian demi-gods. What other genre could she possibly place us?

EJ: I wouldn’t mind being a Viking like Ragnor Lodbrok. That would be cool!

Reign: From the TV show? Yes, he was a great warrior. I would’ve enjoyed meeting him on the battlefield.

Avery: Think you coulda won? Huh?

Reign: Of course.

Do you have any secret aspirations that your author doesn’t know about?

EJ: I want to start my own rock band!

Avery: Ditto. Me on drums.

Roman: Looks at both men. He points to EJ. You can’t sing. He points to Avery. And you can’t play any instruments.

What is your greatest fear?

Reign: Losing a loved one.

All the men nod in agreement.

What do you wear when you go to sleep?

Roman: My wife.

Reign: Skin.

Avery: Air.

EJ: Who sleeps in clothes?

If you knew a zombie apocalypse was coming in one week, what would you do?

EJ: Marathon viewing of The Walking Dead.

Avery: I’m Daryl.

Roman: I’m Rick.

EJ: I’m Michonne!

Reign: What is The Walking Dead?

Avery, Roman, EJ groan.

Roman: We’re trying to bring him up to speed on pop culture.

Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo, what would it be and where? If not, what if you had to?

Avery: Don’t need a tat, because all of me is a tat. Black ink crawls up his neck and settles on his skin.

EJ: If I can’t get a tat better than his, he points to Avery, then why bother.

What is your favorite memory?

Reign: Alexis and I on the golf. A sly grin curled his lips.

Avery: Emeline telling me she’s pregnant. That was a really good day.

The men nod and pat him on the back.

EJ: Waking up after the last battle and finding Ridley alive.

Roman: Why Stella said she’d be my wife.


Kill the beast.

Save your brother.

Win your freedom.

No problem.

Falling in love with the cop trying to arrest you?


To save his twin from death, Reign Nicolis will have to bargain with Goddess of the Dead, and once more become what he despises, El Mortem, The Scourge, a killer trained to show mercy to none. But he is haunted by those who have fallen beneath his blade. Their ghostly shapes dog his footsteps, relentless in their torture to make him suffer for what he was put on this earth to do two thousand years ago. Saving his twin ensures Reign’s enslavement to the Goddess. She may own his body, but never his heart.

Detective Alexis Lever’s career is in shambles. Her only chance at redemption is to discover what happened to the body of Daniel Nicolis. To do that she’ll have to thwart two men: Reign Nicolis and Roman Nicolis. Both belong in jail. But one has stolen her heart.


“I have been with you for many days and could have killed you a dozen times, but I did not.” Reign crowded Alexis until her back was against a wall and her gun was pressed into the center of his chest. His face was the only thing she saw. Her breath caught. Her insides fluttered.

“Do you wish me harm, Alexis? If you do, your weapon will achieve nothing. I do not know if my sword will achieve anything, but I dare say you would have better luck with my blade than with your gun.” The word rolled off his tongue like a sensual sigh. She lowered her weapon and shoved it back into the holster.

Hilt first, he handed the sword to her and waited until she had a strong grip before releasing his hold. It pulled her down and thunked into the carpet. She tried to lift it, but couldn’t. Reign smirked and sat on the sofa while she dragged the blade—cutting a slice in the faded carpet—to the chair. Well-polished and honed to a sharp edge, the sword glinted as she traced a finger over the intricate design. The cold metal tantalized as she imagined him wielding above his head while he charged onto a battlefield. The image was terrifying…and erotic.

Braided leather wrapped around the handle and scroll characters traveled down the blade. No, not characters, hieroglyphics. “Do you know what this says?” She stroked the metal. Puzzlement crossed his featured, then a dawning awareness. She thought he was about to lie and say no. Instead, he nodded.

He stumbled over the pronunciations a few times before speaking. “‘I am the bringer. Face me and be judged’. I have never read Egyptian before.”

“How’d you end up cursed in Egypt?” Instead of answering, he looked away. Okay. Next question. “Why does the tether hold you here?”

His gaze swung back to her. “The Vanquished. When they come and I can no longer function.”

“Who’s the Vanquished?”

“Conquered warriors haunting my soul. They are my penance, my tormentors. The only peace I find is when I’m within one hundred feet of the one who balances my soul. You are that person.”

She was about to say she didn’t want to be that person when his gaze turned sultry, swept across her face, down the column of her throat and rested on her breasts. An internal switch flipped and she flushed. Her fingers stroked down the blade as images of him—of them—entwined and doing things she dreamed about flickered in her head. The positions, the thrusts, the licks, and touches. Orgasms after orgasms. She, crying out his name.

His gaze roasted her. Those oceany eyes kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, slid down her body and settled between her thighs where she ached. Her finger slipped on the metal and blood ran freely. The sharp sting seared all lustful thoughts away. Instantly, he kneeled in front of her and grabbed her wrist. She tried to jerk away, but he held her firmly, his thumb pressed hard on the wound.

“Apologies, your injury is my responsibility. I never should have let you—”

“It’s okay. It’s not that bad.”

“It is. My nearness keeps causing you injury. That, I cannot allow.” His eyes blazed full of anguish.

Strands of his long hair swept across his face, partially hiding his expression. Alexis brushed the wayward locks away. She skimmed her palm down his sculpted cheek and through his short beard. His eyes widened and…he stopped breathing. Amazed that she had actually caused a man to stop breathing at her mere touch, Alexis leaned in for a taste, that’s all she promised. One kiss to settle the heat stirring in her blood.

Centimeters away from his lips, she paused, then drew away.

There’s a reason you’re celibate, Alexis. Too many relationships had soured quick and left her swearing off men for the past year. But if there was ever a reason to end her diet, Reign was it.

He waited. Not a muscle betrayed his emotions, yet a vein pulsed wildly at the base of his neck.

But he lied.

What if you approach this logically? You want him. Your panties are sticking to you, you want him so bad. So have him. Leave your heart out of it. Hell, men do it. You can do it too. Screw him, let him work all your kinks out. Just don’t fall in love with him so when the shit hits the fan—

I won’t be the one cut by the blades.

She pressed her lips to his.

Holy hell! Nothing had ever tasted so delicious, felt as delightful as his firm lips slanted across her mouth. His whiskers gently brushed her skin, heightening her senses. His scent, woodsy with a hint of musk, filled her lungs. She leaned into him, parted her lips, and licked the seam of his closed mouth. He shuddered and his lips parted. His tongue darted inside her mouth and ignited her blood.

He wanted her. She didn’t just feel in it in his touch, but knew it as if she were peeking into his soul.

They yanked apart, she panting while Reign inhaled sharply and exhaled deliberately. His pecs heaved as his gaze devoured her. Nothing made sense, not the heat surfing through her body or the hunger gnawing at her soul. Kissing Reign erased the presence of every man who had ever touched her. Flustered, she glanced down and saw her finger still pressed between his.

He released her. She wiped away the smear of blood and found perfect new skin. “Okay, so how did you do that?” She held up the healed digit to his puzzled stare.

“I do not know.” His gaze shifted away.

He’s lying. Disappointment dissolved the lingering taste of him. Wow, that didn’t take long.

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Tmonique Stephens wrote her first novel about a reporter and a hockey player after the U.S. hockey team won gold in the 1980 Olympics. She loves writing flawed characters who reflect the emotional baggage we all carry. She writes complicated stories for complicated people. Paranormal romances and fantasy novels are her favorite genre.

Eternity, Everlasting, Evermore are the first three novels in her Descendants of Ra series. Currently, she is working a contemporary revenge series and Encore, the fourth novel in the Descendants of Ra series. She’ll read anything about fairies, demons, or angels. She also enjoys Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Preston and Child.

Born in St. Thomas USVI, Tmonique Stephens grew up in The Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee Stadium. She loves SyFy, the History channels, and also Asian cuisine. But her heart and stomach longs for anything from the Caribbean.

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ETERNITY: Descendants of Ra Book 1

EVERLASTING: Descendants of Ra Book 2

EVERMORE: Descendants of Ra Book 3

ENCORE: Descendants of Ra Book 4 coming 2016

Thank you for joining us today! I hope you enjoyed this round of Meet the Characters and will join us again next week! 


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