Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Fallen Guardians
Title: Echo, Mine (A novella 1.5)
ABOUT Georgia Lyn Hunter:
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, paint, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they’re so pretty—who can resist those displays.
I come from the beautiful country of South Africa, and currently live in the Middle East.
After working in a few jobs (all art related), a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion nearly five years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Now for some questions:
1: What do you do when your muse decides to play hide?
Read or start work on something different—why I always beat Dammit (that’s my muse’s name) by working on two projects.
2: How long did it take you do write first draft of Echo, Mine and then completion of said manuscript?
I wrote the rough draft in one night (four hours-LOL—I amazed myself with that one J) and completion of manuscript was two weeks. I really enjoyed going back to my couple from Absolute Surrender.
3: Do you trash a story after its written, or set it aside for a look later when it didn’t work the way you want?
Oh, I never thrash anything. I set it aside, then come back after a few weeks and brutally cut of what had me stopping in the first place. (I still keep a saved copy of the original.)
4: As a writer, do you often spend as much time researching a book as writing it. Do you explore Google and YouTube sites or visit specific locations?
All the time. I must get a feel for the place and facts, before I write any story.
5: And what are you currently working on?
Right now, I’m writing the draft of my 3rd book from my Fallen Guardian series.
Tell us a little about your newest release.
BLURB: Echo, Mine (A novella)
After a horrifying incident that left her in a coma for several long months, Echo now has to get used to a different life. As a descendant of a powerful angel, her days waver between training as the new Healer and convincing her mate she’s strong enough to match him in life and in bed.
A surprise date night gives her the perfect opportunity to do both. But plans have a way of coming unraveled. One disaster leads to another, and Echo accepts that nothing in their lives will ever be normal.
But the biggest revelation of the night comes after she kills a dangerous, soul-sucking demon. Sparks fly between her and her mate, proving that normal is most definitely overrated.
She rested her arms on the white, damask-covered table. “I’m so glad you could take a night off.”
Aethan leaned back in his chair, his brow creasing. “We’ve always had that option, we just didn’t utilize it.” His gaze held hers. Warm. Soft. “There was no need to before.”
Understanding struck. “Until me.”
She smiled. “Then I’m glad you’ve taken it. I like this. You, me, here.”
He covered her hand on the table. “We both needed this. At the castle, you’re always busy, training with Hedori, lessons with that idiot Lore—”
“Lore’s not so bad, Aethan. Just don’t react to his taunting. You know those angels will take their enjoyment anyway they can. As for the training, it’s important to me, but you could always change your mind and teach me yourself, you know.”
“I don’t think I’d be a good trainer for you. Besides…” His gaze skimmed over her face, a sensual glint in his eyes. “Every time I have you under me, on the floor, I get distracted.”
She swallowed. While that may have been true once, Aethan no longer made love to her on the spur of the moment, except in bed. She appreciated his care and consideration, but dammit, she was tired of the gentleness. She wanted the man who had a voracious, no-holds-barred appetite when it came to sex—she wanted the downpour—the thunderstorm. She wanted all that back.
Her gaze lingered on the untouched strawberries…she wasn’t hungry, but she’d use whatever weapons she had. Before tonight was over, Aethan would have no idea what hit him. That iron will of his would be nothing but a puddle of raw desire.
“Fine,” she said, taking a sip of her drink before he cottoned onto her plan and armed up. “I guess Hedori will have to do. But I’m giving you fair warning, Aethan. I’m going to ask one of the others to spar with me, too. I need to learn to fight with different opponents. Týr is vicious. I like his style.” Setting her glass down, she hid a smile as Aethan narrowed his eyes. “And Blaéz, he’s real brutal, fights like a street fighter—truly amazing. As for Dagan…” She frowned then shrugged. “I haven’t really seen him fight. Guess I’ll find out soon enough.”
“They won’t fight you.”
“Why not? Ugh, Aethan, you didn’t?” She gave him a disgusted look. “Did you warn them off?”
A faint smile touched his mouth. “No. I haven’t. But they won’t.”
Dammit, they were all alike.