Liza interviews Georgia and her character Trouble.
Liza: Georgia, are you depressed? I am—just from reading your first sentence in the blurb. Please assure us you are going to kiss the booboos and make us feel better?
Georgia: Nope! Why would I be? I think you need hot chocolate to pick you up.
*snort* I rarely kiss strange things
Liza: If Trouble (with a capital T) seduces us with untold pleasure can we share the experience on Facebook, with pics?
Georgia: When Trouble seduces you, trust me you won’t be thinking of sharing on Facebook anything—you be zonked out. Haha!
Liza: Can you explain why ‘off limits’ Trouble is far more interesting than “Perfectly behaved” Nice guy is?
Georgia: Who wants “nice guys” when Trouble is sooo much more fun. ’Nough said.
Liza: Is this guy really Trouble, or just misunderstood?
Georgia: Oh, man, what a silly question. You just have to look at him and you want the kinda trouble he creates J
Not satisfied with Georgia’s answers, Liza decides to question Trouble.
Liza: Trouble, What do you do for a living?
Trouble: *Eyes narrows* Why? Do I look like I'm loafing about? Fine, I’m a final year student—as soon I get those bastards to re-instate me back in uni… Why? ‘Cause I thrashed the music studio.
Liza: What are your best skills?
Trouble: *Raises a scarred eyebrow* Do you really wanna know? Fine. Composing music and playing the piano.
Liza: Why are you drawn to tempestuous women?
Trouble: *Smiles* I like getting burned. Far more interesting.
Liza: Do you have trouble spelling tempestuous? (I do.)
Trouble: *A snort* I’ll send you a dictionary.
Liza: If you could have a nine to five job, what would it be?
Trouble: Kicking my old man out as CEO of his company…nah, that’s hardly a 9 to five job.
Liza: What is the most fun you’ve ever had?
Trouble: Getting beneath Logan’s skin.
Liza: What is the smartest thing you’ve ever done?
Trouble: Crossing path with one amber-eyed tempestuous woman.
Liza: Okay, my job is done here. Let's check out the book.
Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Contemporary Romance / NA
Series: Players to Men
Title: Breathless #1
When the fairy tale life you believed in falls apart, there is nothing else left…
Or so I thought, until Trouble, wrapped in one hunky body and a sinful smile promising untold pleasure of the carnal kind, lands on my doorstep. Despite what my body demands or the fact that I’m irresistibly drawn to him, I’d been burned too deeply to dare try again. Besides, Max Meade-Sinclair is my younger sister’s best friend—and totally off-limits.
Ila Logan’s coolly dismissive manner captures and challenges me from the moment our paths cross. What I want, I usually get. A little thing like age isn’t going to stop me. Neither are the men who disappear into her secluded room. However, she proves a difficult opponent who leaves me falling for her a little more at each encounter.
This tempestuous woman is mine, but to win her, I must dig deeper, and show her that beneath my brawling, player facade exists a man who would go to the ends of the earth to make her happy.
But surviving my own dark past may just destroy the fragile bond growing between us…
Review for Breathless by Georgia Lyn Hunter
This contemporary romance is amazingly authentic. People don’t normally fall in love overnight, even if they are instantly attracted to each other sexually. Still, they will have doubts, misunderstandings, and worries along the way. Problems come from people in their past, families dynamics, or their own insecurities.
To me, this is real life. Love is not easy. It’s amazing that we can ever find a mate that suits us.
Max is a tattooed, angry, guilt-burdened young man who believes he killed his mother in a car accident, because he was drunk. He’s also a member of society with a rich daddy.
Lia—she prefers to be called by her last name, Logan, is a young woman who loved a man only to discover him a cheat and liar. Now she has shoved her emotions aside, determine never to be hurt again.
Logan and Max meet through Lia’s sister Ray. Ray and Max are friends. While Max is attracted to Logan, at first she constantly insults him, but he persists. But I dare not tell you any more about the story details. Only know that I enjoyed all the bumps and crevices on this path to love.
While it begins platonically. It ends with many sexually explicit, but loving scenes. It’s written in first person, and there are two persons sharing the book in a ‘he says, she says” process, so you get to know the true feelings of both characters, which is good, since they can both be closed off.
Excerpt 1: opening chapter
Bile crept up my throat as pain churned in my head. Yet it didn’t stop me from chugging back more of my beer, searching for oblivion. Unfortunately, it wasn’t at the bottom of the bottle. The din of the place grew, competing with the pounding in my skull. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Lights off!” someone shouted.
Christ. I winced, the yell reverberating in my head as total darkness enclosed me in its stifling hold. Slouching lower in the armchair, I opened my eyes and squinted at the tiny, flickering flames casting an eerie glow over several grinning faces.
Damn idiots! Just how many candles had they stuck on the cake? Because it sure looked like it could light up a small town.
“Happy twenty-first, Max!”
My head protested the loud chorus viciously. Twenty-one, and I felt a hundred. As if I’d lived a lifetime.
“Blow ‘em out. Make a wish.” Jack, the bastard—and my best friend since the crib—gave me a crooked grin. Near him, War, our other buddy, lifted his beer in cheers, then guzzled the thing down.
Jack just had to use my birthday as a reason to party and celebrate my return to civilization after my hiatus in the “wilds” as he called Peru.
Feeling as if my body weighed a ton, I pushed to my feet and crossed to the table in the dining room of the house I shared with Jack, each step jarring my throbbing head. I blew the candles once, twice…three friggin’ times before the flames hissed out.
The noise in the room ratcheted up with whoops and cheers. Slaps resounded, pelting my back, accompanied by well wishes as I headed to where I’d dropped my tote near the front door when I’d walked in a few hours earlier. I needed the relief it held. A blonde lunged at me, and I hit the wall like a bumbling drunk.
“Happy birthday, Max.” She hiccupped, her hands wandering over my chest. Her mouth slid over mine. She tasted of liquor and pizza.
My stomach revolted violently. The beer I’d swallowed backtracked up my throat. “Get off me—”
She flashed me a drunken grin. I shoved away before I hurled on her and lurched in the opposite direction toward the bathroom. I slammed inside, just in time to embrace the porcelain god for several long minutes.
Feeling as if I’d puked my guts, along with the contents of my stomach, I collapsed against the wall, mouth vile and my brain looking for ways to escape the pressure in my skull. I rubbed my temples and prayed for nothingness.
Christ, I hated these fucking headaches.
“Damn, Max, I didn’t realize you were so shit-faced.” Jack’s voice came from a distance. I ignored him, didn’t care what he thought or bother to correct him, really wishing I were drunk.
“Come on, man, let’s get you out of here.” He grabbed me. I was no lightweight. At six foot three, I stood an inch taller than him, but he hauled me up with little effort.
I pushed him away and shuffled for the basin, rinsed my mouth, and caught a glimpse of my reflection. Red-rimmed eyes, waxy-looking skin, and a bisected left eyebrow, the scar giving me a sinister air. For the rest of my life, the latter would serve as a reminder of the horror I was responsible for, the blood on my hands.
About the Author:
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, painting, 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 four years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I hail from the beautiful country of South Africa, and currently live in the Middle East.