Today I bring you
Disturbing Interview Questions
because Liza is in a mood….
GH: It is shocking the questions you ask!
Liza: Yes, it is. Thank you for noticing.
Normally, an author wouldn't know what the questions are until after they've read them below. However, with Georgia I had to interrogate her for hours!
Only when she collapsed from exhaustion did I behave and bring her a wet rag and my dog's water bowl. And did she thank me? Not at all!
So here is my interview of Georgia Lyn Hunter:
NOW, I WANT THE TRUTH! Have you, as an author, ever killed anybody/thing? If so, what was it, and why did it have to die?
Oh this is really weird, I expected a nice interview. Hell, yeah, I kill all the time. If I don’t like you, you die! Kidding J
Kidding? In my serious interview, she says 'kidding'?
Now, do you see why I had to question her replies for hours? She thought this was fun and games. By the fourth hour of interrogation, she gave me a far different answer:
For some characters in my books, death is the only option, or else, the fiends just get up and continue with being a pain in the ass. Like, Andras from Absolute Surrender, he had to go, or else the heroine would be constantly in danger. And there is another fiend in Breaking Fate…and he is… well you’d just have to find out who. *evil grin*
I was greatly disturbed by her evil grin, but continued the interview.
Name your favorite three characters from any of your books and why you love each.
I love Echo, (Absolute Surrender) she’s flawed, sassy, and real smart, she takes no crap from anyone. Darci (Breaking Fate) she let’s nothing stand in the way of fighting for what she wants. And of course Blaéz. Love him. A guy without a soul? Yeah, it’s a struggle for hardhead like him to understand the concept of having a relationship. And the pitfalls, but he soldiers on.
If you had to choose (and you do) which one of the fav characters above would you send to a dark prison, which would you feed to your evil critters, and which would you save? AND DON’T TELL ME YOU LOVE THEM ALL EQUALLY!
I do love them all, so there!
Okay… Damon. Yes, without a doubt, him! Love, love him, but he’s closed like a damn book. reveals nothing. So yeah, if the critters have a go at him, maybe, he’ll tell me what’s his story. And why he won’t see his ex ward.
Very interesting...Georgia gave up Damon in a second. (That also happens to be the name of a fellow who broke my heart and made me what I am.) However, she fails to say who goes to prison and who gets saved. So I'll decided. We'll save Echo and imprison Blaéz due to blatant mispelling of the name Blaze. Seriously, mispelling your own name is a criminal offense! Okay, let's move on.
Does anyone die in your latest book? If so, why are you killing off your characters when you aren’t being forced to by demented Liza? If no one dies, tell me what you did to them instead.
Yes, people die. A sister offs her brother because she didn’t like him! *evil smirk* Nope, not saying why.
I'm amazed that after six hours of interrogation she has the moxy to refuse to tell me WHY the sister kills her brother. But I let it slide...
Final question: Why did you want Liza to ask you questions? You know that only provokes her to be bad.
I like bad—the badder, the better. (yes that is a word!) And maybe, I’m a little insane like her. J
Insane like her? Who said I was insane? And now you see why I gave her Jess' water bowl.
Wow! This is a gorgeous cover!
maybe I should bring her some water in a glass...
Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Fallen Guardians
Title: Breaking Fate (bk2)
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.
Michael strode into the gym, 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.”
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—who can resist those displays.
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 live in the beautiful country of South Africa.