GL Hunter asked me to interview her. Someone should have warned her that was a terrible idea. Oh wait...I think I did warn her, but only after I wrote out the questions. By then it was too late to back out.
Being an incredible trooper, and very brave, she gave it her welly. (Liza was reading up on British slang today.)
So here are my questions:
1)Describe your worst, most evil character:
I have many. But undoubtedly Kalinin from Darkness Undone is on top of that list. She’s a narcissist succubus, who delights in torturing her victim any way she can to make them submit to her.
2)She sounds delightful. Why did you make her like that?
I have a twisted mind. So there. And well, she is a demoness. More, my hero can’t always have everyone falling for his charm and pretty face. Some just want to own him.
3)Is there any chance of redemption in her?
Nope. Even if she lived, it’s unlikely. She was just too evil, and relished in being so black-hearted and she loved inflicting pain and torture.
4)If I gave her a cute tea-cup puppy, would she like me?
You can't be serious! That demoness will suck out the blood from the poor puppy then come after you for probably offering the pup J.
5)No puppy for her! So describe your favorite male character? Hopefully, he'll want the puppy...
Reynner, my hero from Darkness Undone. He’s so broken and self-destructive. I just had to give him a beautiful love.
6)Great! I'll give him the puppy. What does he think of our most evil character?
Oh, he utterly despised Kalinin. If he could, he’d probably wring my neck for letting him be trapped with her for nearly a century.
7)What is the most important item on his ‘to do’ list?
To find the artifact they need to save their fading realm.
8)Does he have a plan for his future, or does he take matters day by day?
Being an immortal, he lives each day as it comes.
So let's check out Darkness Undone Promo
Darkness Undone
Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Warlords of Empyrea
BLURB:
A fading realm, a warrior bound, and
the woman who will save them both…
Bound to a vengeful
goddess, immortal warrior, Reynner, has little time for the fairer sex. The
last thing he wants is to be aligned with another female, even if she
is the key to finding an artifact and saving his realm. But his stone-cold
resistance is tested, his attraction undeniable for the feisty mortal, until
she demands the one thing he cannot give her…his trust.
Eve Leighton
avoids intimacy of any sort after an accident in her teens left her with a
painful ability to see into another’s mind through physical contact. When an
ice-cold warrior claims she is his world’s savior, she’s intrigued, until she
dares a look into his soul and sees a man who’s been cruelly betrayed. She
agrees to help him and loses her heart. But the man is an unassailable
fortress. With quiet determination, she chips away his barriers and a passion
darker than night pulls them under.
As his
enemies close in on the hunt for the artifact, Reynner must overcome his own
personal demons as battles are fought to claim the woman he loves or lose her
forever. And Eve has to face her own mortality and fight for a love of a
lifetime.
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Excerpt (PG)
The sudden hush in the busy little café should have
been his first clue shit was about to fly.
Wrapped in his thoughts, Reynner savored his dark
roasted coffee hot enough to scrape a layer off his throat, when he became
aware of the unnatural quiet. Looking up, he got an eyeful of a tall female
sashaying toward him, not in the least surprised she’d found him. Again.
Lustrous black hair framed a face of sheer perfection,
one that made gods and men whimper for her favor. A long, fitted white dress
with a slit up to her thigh hugged her body and fell to her ankles.
Oh, he understood the awed silence all too well since
he’d once succumbed to that same sensual spell. Easing his grip on the mug, he
set it aside, wishing he’d taken his coffee to go. A chair scraped on the
linoleum opposite him. A moment later, her stiletto heel rode up his
leather-clad leg to caress his inner thigh beneath the tablecloth.
He shoved her foot off him. In a measured move, he
picked up a coin from the change on the table and spun it so he wouldn’t be
tempted to reach across and strangle her.
“Get lost, Inanna. I'm busy.”
“Reynner…” She held out a hand in appeal, her topaz
eyes luminescent with tears. “Don’t do this...”
Ignoring the Sumerian Goddess of Love and War hadn’t
worked in the past, and certainly not now.
He cut her an implacable stare. “Don’t do what? Ignore
you? Or prefer other females?”
Her face darkened at his mention of the women. “Why
would you want these weak, pathetic creatures?” Her tears vanished as fast as
they appeared. “I'm powerful. I’ll make it wonderful between us again.”
Reynner leaned back in the wooden chair and ran a
cool, dismissive gaze over her stunning face and lush body. More flighty
promises, but no hint of an apology for what she’d done to him. The thought
would never have entered her narcissistic mind.
“I enjoy other
women.”
“You lie.”
Reynner shrugged. Picking up the fallen coin, he
worked it between his fingers. He just wanted coffee and a few minutes of quiet
before he went back on the streets. Instead, he got her.
It should have felt good torturing Inanna, but he got
no enjoyment, just a prolonged headache that had started over two millennia
ago.
How could he have known then that stopping at the
Sumerian pantheon would so irrevocably change his life?
“You’ve become cold and unfeeling. One little mistake
and you're still making me pay.” Her sulky voice drew him back.
“One little
mistake?” His tone made glaciers seem
warm.
“It was just a teeny-tiny year—”
“A year?” His hands crashed on the table. The coin flew and
disappeared beneath a chair. “It was a fucking century in Hell!”
Inanna jerked back and blinked. Several humans turned
their way in curiosity.
“Your deception caught me unaware, never forget what I
am,” he said, his warning clear.
Her eyes flickered. Not from fear, Inanna didn’t
believe there was anyone more powerful than her, but with a gleam of sexual
promise. She knew all too well what he was, and why she hounded him.
Empyreans were a race of beings as old as the
celestial angels and just as powerful, but far more carnal.
She leaned forward and rested her arms on the table,
her low neckline displaying an eyeful of cleavage. “I’ll make it up to you…”
Her voice lowered to a smoky promise. “I’ll make you my consort.”
He’d rather be imprisoned in Hell again.
“You have a mate.”
“I am a goddess. I can do whatever I want. Come on,
lover,” she wheedled. “It will be good between us again…then I’ll help you find
what you seek.”
Reynner stilled, his instincts on alert. Did she know
where the missing Stone was? But meeting her watchful gaze, he
dismissed the thought. No immortal would know for sure. The damn thing hid from
them all. Even if she could aid him, he would never accept her help. It always
came with a price.
Reining in his irritation, he ignored her baiting and
turned to take in the busy café.
The brunette waitress at the table farther down
watched him from beneath her lashes while she served a customer. She’d been
sending him all sorts of signals from the moment she’d set his coffee down.
Ones he didn’t encourage since he had no interest in females as a whole.
Besides, he knew what a jealous bitch Inanna could be.
A virulent hiss erupted from opposite him when she
spotted the waitress. As if to prove his point, with a flick of her hand, the
waitress flew backward, crashing into a table. Chaos erupted, drowning the
female’s frightened cry. Two human males rushed to help her.
A cat-like smile curved Inanna’s mouth. But her eyes
flared with ire as she played with the deep blue lapis lazuli stone set in
intricate silver filigree around her neck. “Look at another human tart again,
and I will hurt her.”
Of that, he
had little doubt.
Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
The pink on Georgia's wrist is from an earlier time in which I kidnapped her. Evidently, I never gave her the key to get her fuzzy handcuff off.
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 live in the beautiful country of South Africa.
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Great interview.
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Awesome interview! Loved it! Should have you come up with questions for me sometime!
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me hang with you, Liza. Its been...quite an experience.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!! Yeah, I'm weird that way :)
That cover is to die for. Loved this interview.
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