Heart's Inferno - Fallen Guardians
Q: How did you ever conceive all the dangers that occur in
this story?
A: My mind is a really, really
morbid place. J Actually, when I started off writing, I had a vague idea
what certain scenes demanded, and as I got deeper into the book, it just sorta
came to me. Mostly, I write things that are really difficult and absolutely
terrifying, and would in reality, scare the crap out of me. And researching
medieval torture methods? It was blood chilling. Guess I must have a very macabre
soul to finish my research--LOL. But then, Game of thrones is my absolute fave
series. So blood and gore, yeah, it’s my thing J
Q: What were your inspirations when creating all creatures
in this story?
A: Well…I knew I wanted scary ones,
suited to the Dark Realm. So, I researched for the type of creatures I'm
working with, then play around with writing descriptions for them and such, and
suddenly it all emerges, it’s like I’ve suddenly tapped into this cavern in my
mind, and I just write, and these creatures spill out.
Q: You had several surprises in this book, where people are
not what they truly are. Yet each of the persons/creatures react in very different
ways. Was doing so hard?
A: It wasn’t hard per say, I write
each person/creature initially with base ideas, then let my instincts take over
with them, and in a way I guess, their own individuality emerges from there.
So, just a lot of rewrites as the story progress, until I get them just right…
But my Guardians, I know from book 1—well, I usually have an idea as to who and
what they are—and what makes them tick from the start of the series. But, it
isn’t until I write their books, that I dig deeper and come to know and
understand them better.
Q: This story could have been very dark, but you leveled it
out by providing happy moments and lots of sexual moments. Job well done!
A: Thank you. I love that they can
have those funny/brighter, and sexy moments, no matter how hard life is. It’s
what holds it all together, I think.
Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Fallen Guardians #4
Title: Heart’s Inferno
BLURB:
He’s a killer…
Through the ages, deadly
Guardian Týr watches over the mortal realm with a sword that is as
blood-drenched as his soul in his quest for vengeance—his sarcasm a shield for
the deepening hell inside him. Until one glimpse of a breathtaking, carefree female
stops him dead in his tracks…but she’s the one person he can never have. Still, she has to be the most
exasperating female on the planet, with a tendency to land herself in sticky
situations.
She’s
happiness incarnate…
Bumping shoulders with
intractable immortals is not Kira Smith’s idea of fun. An unfortunate encounter
with a certain annoying, über hot warrior undoes all her hard work, and the homeless boy
she rescued escapes back into the demon-infested alleys. Kira’s determined to
find the child—even if it means tolerating the arrogant, know-it-all as a bodyguard.
For
her, he’ll break every rule…
Thrown together in this
treacherous hunt, long suppressed emotions unravel. Týr will do anything
to claim the woman who stirs his deepest desire and Kira longs to succumb to
the happiness she finds in him. But Fate isn’t always kind, revealing a dark
destiny that could very well tear them apart…
Excerpt from chapter
1
As Týr
jogged down to the ground floor, Hedori acknowledged him with a nod, and the
ice queen who’d reigned during the reception and tacitly ignored his
provocations turned, too.
Her hazel-green eyes flared in irritation, the color a startling contrast to
her luscious, creamy-latte skin.
“Sire,
we have a bit of a situation,” Hedori said. “With the fae here, and guests
still about, I cannot leave the castle just yet. Would you take Kira home?”
“No-no,
Heds,” she quickly countered. “I’ll wait for you.”
He
should leave, walk out. Aethan or another could take her, but Týr couldn’t
resist. “Ah, Fluff, you wound me. Truly.”
Her head
snapped his way. “Yes…maybe, if I thought for one second there was a heart or
soul buried somewhere deep down under that shell,” she said sweetly, tone spiked
with venom. She faced Hedori again, sweet as treacle. “How long do you think
you’ll be?”
Hiding
his amusement, Týr sighed loudly as if put out. “C’mon, Fluff, let’s get you
home.”
She
pivoted so fast, fingers fisting as if she wanted to punch him. “Call me that
again, and I swear, I’ll—” She broke off, her expression tightening as softer
footsteps echoed. Lila Smith, their Oracle and the she-devil’s grandmother,
rounded the staircase a moment later.
Hedori
nodded to them and departed.
“Thank
goodness you’re still here, Kira dear,” Lila breathed. “Would you— Oh, hello,
Warrior,” she greeted him softly with a regal incline of her gray-haired head.
Lila
usually treated the Guardians injured by those annoying demon bolts with her
miracle potions and salves since they couldn’t self-heal that crap fast enough.
More annoying, those open wounds acted like a damn tracking device for the
hellscums.
“Oracle,”
he returned politely.
Lila glanced
back at Kira. “I have to go to Seattle for a few days. The coven has a problem
and needs my help. It would ease my mind if you stayed here at the castle until
my return.”
“Gran,
I don’t know why you worry so much. It’s not the first time I’ve been alone.
Besides, I have to go to work. I’ll be okay, really.”
Týr
could sense the Oracle’s growing anxiety, though her expression remained
serene. It could only mean that whatever had gotten her so worked up was serious.
Michael should talk to her. Better if the Guardians knew what trouble was
stirring.
Lila
glanced at him. “Warrior? Would you—?”
“Gran,
no!”
Her
horrified yell had Týr narrowing his eyes. He’d be the first to admit that he
wasn’t fit company for females to be around for any length of time, but she and
the Oracle were under Michael’s protection, and by default, the Guardians’,
too.
And he
took his damn job seriously.
“It
would be my absolute pleasure,” he overrode Kira’s protest with as much
sincerity as he could dredge up.
If it
were anyone else they would have undoubtedly stepped back at her death glare.
But
his own perverse nature when it came to her wouldn’t let him back down. He
merely quirked an eyebrow, enjoying her flush of frustration, and sent a quick
telepathic message to Aethan. Babysit Ely
tonight. Have to do a favor for the Oracle.
Would that have anything to do
with a certain bridesmaid who wants to leave immediately? the Empyrean shot back,
laughter echoing through their mental connection.
Damn
smug bastard. As if he needed another funny-man around. Týr shut off their mind-link
with a hard slam.
“Are
you leaving also?” Týr asked the Oracle, suspending his silent stand-off with
Kira.
“Yes,
if you wouldn’t mind, Warrior.”
“Not
at all.” He crossed to the enormous front door, opened it, and stood back.
“I’ll
go get my coat.” Lila hurried off.
Kira stomped
past him with no outdoor wear or scarf. Hell, he’d never known lush lips could
thin so much. Týr followed her out into the freezing weather. “Where’s your
jacket?”
“I’m
hot.”
“Yeah,
you are,” he muttered under his breath.
Her head
snapped to him, eyes flashing in suspicion.
He
cast her an innocent stare.
Scowling,
she went back to slaying the trees with her glower.
He
shook his head wryly. It must be the drugged air from so many flowers in the
castle responsible for him uttering that provocative nonsense.
Liza’s Review:
This is an amazing, yet complex story of never-ending intrigue.
It is a warring, sensual, loving, constantly surprising, and often complicated story. I suppose that is to be expected when creatures of various sorts end up on earth or grab humans and take them to other realms. What sort of demons and such you ask? Well there is a long list at the front of the book, so you will be prepared...Only I tell you now, that it still will not prepare you for all that occurs in this book. This is an incredible, beautifully written book of dangers far beyond your expectation.
The main characters are Týr and Kira, but the mass of other characters are equally interesting. The quantity of Ancients, Demons, and Demonii plus many other creatures makes life a trial for all.
My only advice is to expect the unexpected.
I give this book 5 stars. Magnificent!
I’ve
been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No
matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. I’m a hopeless
romantic.
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, I finally found my passion six years
ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh,
and I hail from the beautiful country of South Africa, but currently live in
the Middle East.
