Today, I have the fabulous Georgia Lyn Hunter on my site. And I'm going to question her main characters and review her latest novel. Just see if I don't!
1) Riley, You seem very intense and looking for
a fight when the story begins. Can you share why?
Guards. I intensely dislike them. I'm an
immortal, I can keep my ass safe, but it seems some can't believe that I actually can.
2) Saia, what's going on between you and your
mom? You two don't seem to get along at all.
Ugh, every time I turn around, she has another
potential would-be husband for me …I think I'm a disappointment to her.
3) Saia, you meet a lot of paranormal beings
during this story. Which did you like the most (other than Riley) and which did
you like the least?
Ohhh, Riley… (A dreamy sigh)
Hmmm… not which, but whom. Ikaria, a demoness I
met in Stygia. I like her a lot.
As for whom I least like—oh, my list is long. Do
you have time to listen?
The forerunner is Denali—I utterly dislike
that viper. Oh and there’s Erogus, that thing scares the heck out of me! Did
you see the fangs on that giant-sized lizard?
4) Riley, Saia has proven to be a trouble
magnet. Do you expect that ever to change?
He cuts
Saia a grin: Nope, can’t imagine that changing.
She
scowls and smacks his arm, then a grin takes over: Think
of how much fun that would be for you?
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Tangled Sin
by
Georgia Lyn Hunter
BLURB:
In a world of encroaching
darkness and carnal hunger, a deadly sin awakens…
Bound to a legacy he
cannot escape, Riley is a demon unlike any other. With each passing century,
his soul grows darker until the seductive trouble-magnet, Saia Sen-Grayson,
stumbles into his path and throws his entire world off kilter. But danger has a way of
finding him and destroying anything worthwhile in his life.
The biggest
challenge in Saia’s life is evading her matchmaking socialite mother. Then she
crashes into the sexiest man in her aunt’s building. One look into his striking
green eyes and her fleeing days skid to a halt, except she gets more than she
bargains in the sexy, tattooed bartender.
And neither
can deny the burning attraction between them.
When his tainted past closes in on him,
Riley’s forced to make the toughest decision ever to keep her safe. Then
Saia’s hauled by a deadly adversary into his dark and treacherous world of
Stygia—a place of old betrayals. Now Riley must face his past and accept
his future in order to save the woman who belongs to him. And nothing will stop
him from claiming her, least of all Saia herself.
But danger comes in many forms and
the one least expected might be the sin that seals their fates once and for all…
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EXCERPT
He
had another damn tail on him!
Did the bastard really want to die?
Riley snagged a shot glass and filled
the ordered green poison. With Satire’s jam-packed from the rush of tourists,
it was the only thing nailing his feet to the floor from an all out fight. And
this one was brave enough to sit in his bar and eyeball him for the past hour.
In this world, his kind tended to
blend in with mortals and usually kept below the radar for a simpler life. But
not this asshole. He had no idea he was dancing with death right now.
Already on edge, his body wound too
tight as restlessness clawed at his psyche, Riley sent the absinthe sliding toward
the demon down the counter. The male grabbed the thing and tossed it back like
water.
The demon’s human girlfriend leaned
against his arm and peered at Riley beneath her lashes. He met her sultry stare
as he readied a line of shooters for a noisy trio of college kids.
Oh, yeah, his looks and badass rep
were the perfect draw, got him the females. So easy to accept her invite but he
wasn't interested in a quick backroom bang.
He was in need of something violent.
Bloody.
A dark haze stole into his mind,
knowing his damn past would never leave him alone. His fingers clenched. A loud
shatter, and glass rained onto the scoured wooden counter. Blood and vodka ran
over his hand, drenching the crystal fragments.
“Rile-man, you okay there?”
A six foot two hulking tattooed male
with a buzz cut, appeared at his side. Zacarias. His friend, manager and
sometimes bouncer.
A terse nod. He looked up from his
bleeding hand, his gaze colliding with those of his watcher.
Anger unleashed, he scaled the
counter in movements too fast for human eyes and was across the floor in
seconds. Grabbing the dark-haired demon by his shirt, Riley shoved him against
the red brick wall. “Why the fuck are you on my ass again? Do you want to die?”
All the demon guards hounding him in
recent months were seriously pissing him off. No matter how many he sent back
to the Dark Realm wounded or dead, more just took their place.
This idiot didn't even try to fight
back. His gaze grew languid, his smile seductive. “No. But I know what I do want,” he purred, walking his
fingertips up Riley’s chest.
The haze turned red. Riley slammed
his fist into the demon’s gut. The male squeaked in pain. Startled gasps
erupted from the customers. Before he could get in another shot, someone
grabbed his arm and yanked him off the cowering demon, who hurriedly slunk away.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Zac
snapped. “You want to draw notice, you’re sure going about it the right way. So
the guy came on to you, it never drove you homicidal before.”
Riley elbowed Zac off. Not a
guard—not a damn guard! He’d hit an innocent demon—one of those docile Otium
demons who’d escaped the tyranny of the Dark Realm for a better life here. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Get your damn self together,” Zac growled.
“You don’t want to start an all-out fight in the bar. Go walk the streets, find
something outside to kill, and cool the crap off.”
Breathing hard, Riley walked out of
the bar and into the crowded street, the familiar reek of seafood enclosing him.
Avoiding the noisy tourists and drunks loitering about, he cut through the back
alleys in the French Quarter, rife with the stench of decaying waste, and
headed for his apartment several blocks away.
Unable to expend the rage roiling
inside him, he pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call. A
female answered.
“See you in ten.” He rang off.
Pandora was one of the few humans who
knew what he was. She didn't want the ties either, just some fun time, and she
was the perfect submissive when he needed that edge. Tonight, he was definitely
in the mood for something darker.
The sounds of a roaring V8 engine
split the silence, a blood-red Corvette Stingray came to a squealing halt in
front of his building, the acrid burn of rubber stinking up the night air.
He scowled. “Damn maniacal drivers!”
The door flung open. A petite, but curvy
female jumped out and flipped back yards of wavy, inky-black hair, giving him a
tantalizing glimpse of her face. Her tan skin revealing her mixed-race ethnicity,
her lush mouth flattened in a tight line.
Cursing, she kicked the tire then
pressed her cell phone back to her ear. “I swear, Zayn, if you tell Mother you
spoke to me, I will personally call all your girlfriends and tell them they
aren’t the one…” She laughed evilly.
The light, raspy sound grazed his senses with an unexpected sensuality, and had
him slowing to a halt in the shadows.
“Yeah, that’s me, spawned from the
devil, but Daddy wouldn’t appreciate the comparison…” She listened then
snorted, impatiently pushing back her heavy fall of hair. “Liz loves me like
her own. Stop complaining and tell Mother you haven’t seen me because I'm not
coming to another boring party… Who?—
Why would I care if Piers is back in town, he’s your friend…”
She marched alongside her car,
hip-bumped the door closed as she listened, the streetlight casting a soft glow
over her irate features. “Yes-yes, I'm always careful…” Despite her tart
response, she cut a quick look around.
Riley stilled as her dark gaze
skimmed past him then darted back to the spot where he allowed his form to
blend in with the shadowy trees, the cover of night his camouflage. A frown
marred her smooth brow.
She sensed him? How, he had no idea.
Obviously, all her senses were in working order.
The faint reek of decaying swamp and
sulfur drifted to him. Riley narrowed his gaze. They weren’t alone. And this
little human probably couldn’t smell the bile-inducing stench of evil—had no
idea how close to danger she truly was.
He willed her to get back in her car
and leave. She did nothing of the sort. Instead, she popped the trunk, tugged
out a large suitcase, and dumped it on the sidewalk. Then she sat on the thing
and continued her call as if basking in the Maldives.
Un-flippin-believable!
Him, she sensed, but the evil drawing
closer just flowed over her pretty little head.
For hell’s sake, did she not get a
whiff of the damn stink?
What a beautifully written, action-filled, paranormal!
I don’t normally read ‘demonish’ paranormal, but man was this fabulous. I really liked that the human heroine is brave and kicks ass without any special powers. (She’s a trouble magnet, by the way).
I also loved the good demon Riley. He goes through hell in this book (literally), but his love for Saia never falters. (Note: explicit sex of the hot and sometimes kinky kind occurs).
Hunter’s world is so vivid and alive that you won’t be able to put the book down. At least I couldn’t. And after an adventure packed story, you get to top it off with a ‘Love conquers All’ happy ending.
Thank you, Georgia Lyn Hunter for making my day!
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Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
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.
