Author interview and spotlight Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Fallen Guardians
Title: Breaking Fate (book 2)
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.
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.
Oh, and I live in the beautiful country of South Africa.
And now for a few questions and answers.
1:Give us one fact about yourself.
I like solitude. In a crowd, I tend to miss conversation because my mind drifts, I don’t know what to do with people J
2:Is that what inspired you to start writing?
What? Living the life of a hermit? J No. I love reading, and wanted to give my five cents worth on how to fail spectacularly by not finishing a manuscript. I’m kidding. The paranormal. Love everything about it, especially angels, gods and demons. I always wanted to write a story about them, my way.
3: Do you apply your life experience to your books?
Ah… I think not, but it does creep in anyway J
4: 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 later and brutally cut of what had me stopping in the first place. (I still keep a saved copy of the original.)
5: Will you ever branch out into different genre?
Perhaps… I see NA ideas waving at me, who knows what the future holds J
That’s sounds great, tell us a little about your latest release.
An immortal without a soul is bad enough. But when his only tether to remaining honorable is his addiction to bone-crushing pain, it makes Blaéz a dangerously loose cannon.
A Guardian sworn to protect mortals from supernatural evil, Blaéz straddles the edge of darkness as his needs grow. When a good deed brings him to the doorstep of a female unlike any other, one whose touch ignites emotions long lost in the hellish pits of Tartarus, he’s determined not to lose her. She belongs to him. But she’s human. Forbidden. And bringing her into his life may just destroy them both.
Darci Callahan has given up on love. But when a lethally handsome stranger suddenly appears late one night, she finds herself inexplicably drawn to the captivating man with the pale, empty eyes—a man who awakens in her a desire she never believed possible. Except Blaéz brings more than unexpected passion to her life, he brings danger.
In this treacherous new world of gods and demons, Darci soon discovers a heart-shattering truth and the twisted games the gods play. She’s forced to accept that, sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, you have to love them enough to let them go.
A scene between Michael, the Guardian’s leader and Blaéz after he’d deliberately missed a meeting. (he went after the heroine)
Michael strode inside, circled the heavy equipment, and sat across from Blaéz on a workout bench. The old tee he wore looked like the moths had had a great time feasting on it. It didn’t surprise Blaéz that the archangel was still here when he rarely stayed at the castle. It was expected after Blaéz had missed the “chat” last night.
Well, he’d been busy…stalking. He couldn’t make the meet.
Michael’s eerie blue eyes settled on him. They appeared like shattered sapphires, as if he’d lived through a brutal torture. The jagged pieces never quite fit anymore, allowing a strange silvery glow through.
“What’s going on?”
Time for his grilling. With no way to escape this one-on-one with the snarly male, Blaéz said, “You know what I am. Why the questions now?”
Michael picked up a three hundred pound weight and began his arm curls. “For centuries, every few months you disappear for days at a time. I gave you space, understood you needed it. But that time in Tartarus has long passed. You’re losing all your cognitive skills, ones that make you a Guardian. Sure, you do the job, but there’s a lack of care now.”
Blaéz heard the unasked question. Maybe he should have felt guilty that he cared so little about his own health, his life. After all, Michael had given up more than his status as the leader of the archangels, lost something irreplaceable to free him—free all of them from that hellish hole. And he’d chosen to stay on as their leader. Why anyone would want to take charge of moody, temperamental fallen ex-gods, Blaéz had no idea.
Still, he could never reveal the reality of what he’d done…still did, or where he disappeared to every few months. Days he could never speak off. The truth would crush the warriors.
He functioned on autopilot in his role as a Guardian. Nothing more than an automaton. It’s why meeting Darci, and the emotions that had unfurled so briefly, yanked him by the balls.
“You’re becoming self-destructive,” Michael snapped.
He was way past self-destructive.
He reeked of Hell.
Couldn’t the Arc smell it on him?
Blaéz brushed the sweat from his brow and pounded harder on the fast moving belt. A slow burn started in his thigh muscles, followed by a trickle of pain. “It’s been three and a half millennia, you think I’m a loose cannon, then take me out.”