Danube Adele author of Quicksilver Dreams A Whole, New World! Tour and Giveaway

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My Guest today is author Danube Adele.  Danube’s debut novel, QUICKSILVER DREAMS, takes place on another planet, Te’re.  I wondered how one goes about creating a new world.  So, I asked her to write about that!

Danube AdeleBIO

Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.

Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

Her debut novel, QUICKSILVER DREAMS, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series was officially released January 6, 2014.


My name is Taylor, and damn but my life changed overnight. One moment I was just a regular girl working two jobs to pay my bills, and next thing you know, I’m uncovering secret metal disks at my boss’s house. Now I’m reading minds, dream-walking and being saved from bad guys by Mr. Dark and Brooding.

That would be Ryder Langston, my new next-door neighbor. He’s sex on legs but he’s also a secret agent from another world—no joke. I believe him now because he dragged me back here “for my protection” after he discovered someone was trying to assassinate me on Earth. It isn’t working out so well.

There’s a war going on, one that’s been fought for generations. Ryder’s having trust issues (not that it’s stopping us from falling into bed), and it turns out I’m connected here, if you know what I mean. The target on my back finally makes sense, but there’s nowhere left to hide…

Goodreads book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18664988-quicksilver-dreams

Building a New Planet: How Different is it From Earth?

by Danube Adele

I have had a fascination with caverns since I was ten years old, spelunking my way through the wild caves in Sequoia National Park with my family. It was the most amazing adventure I’d been on at that time. I climbed rock faces, crawled up chutes to get to other cavern chambers, and viewed the different rooms and passageways created by natural springs with an all-encompassing glee that had me brimming with excitement. Complete darkness amazed me, the nooks and crannies of different chambers created beautiful shapes that were natural works of art, and there were actual underground waterfalls that we got to rappel over. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring. We needed to wear helmets with lights on them or the rooms would have been absolutely devoid of any light at all. I remember that it felt like a whole new world down there, so when I started thinking about actually creating a new world, this memory jumped out at me.

In QUICKSILVER DREAMS, my new planet, Te`re, has a feature that I would love to live in myself! Te`re’s capital province has natural Catacombs that are above ground. On Te`re, an enormous rock mesa has been hollowed out into a variety of different chambers and passageways created by lava flows during ancient times. Left behind were beautiful, carved out, blue-stone rooms. These rooms were created throughout the mesa, easily creating enough living space for many people, almost like a great big natural condo! The structure naturally stands hundreds of feet tall and has a great view of the valley. It’s surrounded by a lush forest. Taylor Lane, my spunky, kick*ss heroine, calls the top dwelling of the Catacombs the penthouse. This is where Ryder lives. Underground hot springs have been manipulated to help sustain life in this place.

Te`re has a few others features that are not part of Earth. You can find two moons, so there’s never a night that’s completely dark. They are Mena and Padu, brother and sister moons that give off magical silvery light which illuminates the forest outside Ryder’s large penthouse-like window. A natural form of energy is their trinium light, an ore that, when chipped, has a byproduct that produces light.

The mylunate ore is the key to the whole book. It allows instant travel between two locations that have the ore, and the more ore there is, the farther one can transfer, even light years. Taylor had no idea Ryder was taking her off planet until she arrives in Te`re, and as you can imagine, sparks fly when that happens. One of my favorite aspects of the book are the side effects that come with long exposure to mylunate. One is being able to mindread, and the other, to dreamwalk. It was a blast manipulating the the scenes around all of these wonderful new features and rules of physics.

The trick was trying to find a way to make Te`re seem like a new planet without making it so new that readers would have trouble identifying with it. However, I definitely took the opportunity to delve into my childhood fantasies again and make them come to life.

Thanks so much for giving me your time and please feel free to get ahold of me at

Relevant Linkswww.facebook.com/Writer.D.Adele,





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THANKS ADELE – What an interesting place Te’re woud be to visit!





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5 Ebook copies of Quicksilver Dreams

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Quicksilver Dreams


Book One

Danube Adele
Genre: PNR New Adult
Publisher: Carina Press
ISBN: 978-14268-9785-6    ASIN: B00F93X86Q  Number of pages: 317    Word Count:  132,000


Was this a dream?

Had I ever felt this lucid in a dream before?

I could feel the silky material around my eyes, on my wrists and ankles, softly sliding against my skin. With my body waking to sensual heat seeping through my veins, I only wanted to concentrate on what was happening in the moment, appreciate the swirl of masculine energy twining through the feminine threads of my own.

So good…

My dreams usually had a surreal, nondistinct, floating quality to them. This time, I actually felt a large, rough hand feathering over the skin on my rib cage, my flat stomach, agonizingly slow, avoiding obvious erogenous zones.

It was a hot, searing touch. It was like someone was actually there. Someone I wanted…

More… Like that… So good…

I could scent spicy soap that was subtle, yet distinctly male, arousing, and couldn’t help the feverish whispers of encouragement.

Oh, my God… Yes…

My sex dreams usually made me struggle with the frustration of a roller-coaster experience that never finished. I would ride a buildup of desire and a cool down, over and over, my imagination acting as a careless lover with wonderful intent but clumsy execution. This time there was no such neglect. The burn was exquisite, building and teasing, ebbing and flowing, but never forgetful and creating a fever that made me writhe with need.


Never had I ever felt this way before, chanting my demand, desperately wanting to reach the end of the ride.

Yes! Like that! Yes!

Sudden sensation poured over and through me, powerfully enough that I woke myself and sat up. My breath was short and gasping. My body was quivery and oversensitized. I was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and my sheet was twisted in carefree abandon around my naked body.

I half expected to find a man in front of me.

Rubbing my wrists as though the soft bindings were still tied to me, I glanced around my sparsely furnished bedroom and felt my body quake with a small, faint aftershock. I was alone. Nothing was disturbed. At the same time that I drew comfort from seeing that everything in my world was still in its place, a faint echo of grief, or disappointment, took the edge off my contentment, like I was missing something. I was solo after such an erotic experience.

What about the hand? Who was it attached to?

A part of me had to give a mental headshake of exasperation.

No men for you. At least not yet.

The inevitable weight of responsibility, like a bucket of ice water, reminded me that I needed to work and pay the bills. I had to make ends meet. There was no one who was going to help me.

Usually, I accepted this with a matter-of-factness, but this night, a spike of resentment reared its head.

What would it be like to be a normal girl who had time for frivolity?

I quashed the thought immediately, too tired to let it take root.

Why fight the wave? I just had to ride it.

Settling back on my pillow, I once again closed my eyes and let the languorous effects of postorgasmic lassitude steal over me. Strangely, as my mind once again stretched fingers toward my deep subconscious, the whisper of a gentle caress down my cheek didn’t frighten me.