ABOUT GEORGIA LYN HUNTER:
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. Yes, 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—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.
Was he daring her?
Echo bit back her own smile. God, she loved this teasing side of him. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed it.
Well, then. She sprinted back, jumped him, and he lost his balance on the soft sand, falling flat on his back with her on top. She had a feeling he’d let her take him down. Whatever. As long as she had him right where she wanted. She sat up, straddling him.
“You cut your hair,” he said, fingering her long wispy bangs.
She played with a button on his shirt. “Do you like it?”
“Always. It is the messiest style ever—” She snorted, he smiled. “But you, my mate, carry it off with flair.” His tone lowered. “Godsdamn, you’re so beautiful…” His hands skimmed from her waist down to the expanse of her thighs, touching her naked skin where her short skirt had ridden up. His gray eyes drifted up her body to linger on her mouth. “And in my favorite position, too. Everything I want is close to my mouth, my hands…”
Her heart knocked hard against her ribs. His nearness stirred an ache within her only he could ease, but she pushed it aside for now. She had to talk to him first. “Here on the beach? Nuh-uh, I don’t think so—”
“Scared?” His smile was pure temptation.
“Hardly.” She sniffed. The fact that he’d even dare suggest this and hope soared—heck, maybe it was the strawberries or the stupid haircut after all. “I refuse to have sand in places where there shouldn’t be any, not when the night’s still young and we have places to go—”
Aethan grasped her by the neck and pulled her down to him and kissed her, his tongue tracing the seams of her lips. Just a touch from him and she lit up like tinder. Her mouth parted. His tongue slipped inside, stroking and sucking hers. He was kissing her as if he were starving.
Her heart pounded hard, all thoughts fleeing her mind. She squirmed, wanting to get closer, wanting to feel his skin sliding against hers. She kissed him back, just as desperately.
His hand slid inside her top, beneath her bra and her breath hitched when he rolled her nipple. A light flow of his power zipped through her body, amping up her arousal.
She pulled her mouth from his, panting for breath.
“You were saying?” he murmured, a knowing gleam lighting his eyes. “Strawberries, hmmm? Soon, I’ll smear every inch of your skin with melted chocolate…some parts of you I’ll suck and bite, while other areas I’ll lick and nibble…free of the chocolate.”
Her mouth dropped open and she simply stared at him as heat rushed into her face and pooled in a nagging ache between her thighs.
He knew. Damn sneaky Empyrean!
She gave him a dirty look, struggling to control her lust. “You’re not distracting me that easily,” she said breathlessly. “If you don’t want to wade in the water with me, fine, I want to go to Club An—”
His hand slid between her thighs and beneath her panties. Her breath hitched and she forgot what she wanted to say as he stroked her heated flesh.
A low whimper broke free. She squeezed her eyes shut, his finger sinking inside her. His thumb circled her clit, gently at first then harder, and her entire body went into meltdown. Her inner muscles tightened around his finger. He pulled out and pushed back into her. With his other hand on her bottom, he tugged her to his face. A startled gasped escaped her as she fell over him. Before she could right herself, he pushed aside her panties and put his mouth on her aching clit. And sucked.
Oh, dear God! A moan of pure need tore out from her throat. Echo braced her hands on the sands above his head, but there was no purchase on the loose surface. She no longer cared as his mouth worked her with slow licks and hard pulls. An intense orgasm tightened her lower body, consuming her mind, her thoughts. It yanked her up and over, and with a keening cry she fell apart.