#//But at the same time; he knows GL’s harshness is EXACTLY what he needs to pull himself together & do what NEEDS to be done. for their MEN

[orphiicheartd]

Thinking abt that “Hello, my beloved phantom” line from t.dp and Jiyan,,,,

[goodproofingwater]

Wildfire Records - Chapter Three

Word Count: 2987

Pure pain ran through Victoria’s brain as her alarm rocketed through her unconsciousness, and she would have given anything to be able to roll over and go back to sleep.

Being the professional she was, and knowing that the entire floor was aware that Juliet and herself had been to a gig the night before, she dragged herself out of bed and to the coffee machine, clutching at it for dear life as she got ready and dragged herself back to the office.

It was the following month before they could get Cindy in a room to talk to her, and the girls had been to three shows since, more sure now than ever that The Dangers were going to be a hit.

The monthly floor meeting finished without a word as to how the girls had done, which although frustrating (they had done all the proper paperwork and had submitted requests to get the band in for meetings with Cindy and her superiors), was a sigh of relief. There was little that Victoria would rather do than present in front of the talent scouts without anything to back her up, and she suspected that Juliet felt much the same.

Victoria rushed into Cindy's office before any of the other scouts could get there, earning herself a particularly cold scowl from at least three members of the team who had been waiting for the chance. She closed the door behind her and walked to the desk, placing the CD that Andy had given her next to the scout report and waited for her manager to make the next move. Cindy eyed her with full interest, sitting forward only to see what was in front of her before she took her usual position, leaning back in the chair and resting on one arm.

“Can I help you?” The blonde spoke, body language clearly indicating the lack of care this woman gave to the girl in front of her, but Victoria persisted.

“This band that you had us see, The Dangers?”

“Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that” the soft smile on her lips didn’t touch her eyes, and it became immediately clear that the girls had been given the task to shut them up. But they had stumbled on excellence.

“They’re fantastic.” Victoria spoke, nudging the items in front of her forward slightly as she sat up straighter, “I know that you said that they weren’t right for us but you have to—“

“They’re not right for us.” Cindy spoke, eyeing the scout report but making no move to take it, “we’ve had five different artists come in from the presentation already, three of them have studio time booked with us. I don’t need another third grade guitar band filthying up our books just because you went to your first scout and think you’ve found the next oasis.”

The blonde sat up straighter in her chair, glancing down at the report and the CD, “I’ll take this report and put it in your file, might even give you and Juliet some additional shit artists to go and see, but you’ve got a long way to go before we sign anyone that you recommend from the shit list.”

Victoria was speechless. She had known that Cindy was harsh, hadn’t expected any praise and had even thought that she might not take her advice but this seemed brutal. The red head had heard some of the artists that had come through the other scouts, from the Alisha keys wannabe to the guy that thought his was he next Craig David, none of them matched up to The Dangers.

“Anything else?” Cindy spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen in Victoria’s complete disbelief of what had happened.

“No.” She spoke, standing and sliding the report across the desk, taking the CD back. At least she could enjoy their music even if she couldn’t help them get signed.

She walked back to the desk deflated, desperately wishing that the meeting could have gone better if only to ensure that she didn’t hate her job even more. Of course she knew she was lucky to have the position, but it was so hard to come in every day knowing that after 7 months of her internship she was still doing the same thing she did on day one. She had thought she would learn, would have the opportunity to see what life was like here and pick a direction, but really all she had been was an assistant with no prospects.

Her phone lit up, buzzing hard on the desk and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw who the message was from.

J: we’re playing Dublin castle again tonight, do you wanna come?

She eyed Juliet who was busy tapping away at a spreadsheet, cataloging files that the management had not seen fit to do themselves.

V: sure thing, got some bad news so get your drinking hat on

J: ah shit that doesn’t sound good, make sure you bring Juliet, Danny hasn’t shut up about her in practice this morning. See ya at 7 :)

The redhead smirked at her phone, letting out a small chuckle as Juliet had been exactly the same.

At 6:30, Victoria and Juliet arrived at the familiar red facade, the redhead stomping out the cigarette she had lit on the walk from Camden Town station. She was nervous, a little scared even, to tell these men that there was nothing they could do. The girls had been so supportive at the previous gigs, had told them how good they were and how hard they were pushing, and through all of it they had become what she would consider friends. It was hard to know if they felt the same, if they were just tolerating them because they were from a record label, and she was concerned that the good times they had had would be lost when she told them that Cindy had no interest in even seeing them live.

Oh well. On with it.

A smile split across her face as Andy walked out of the door, his love for ugly shirts still shining through and Victoria was fast learning that he could pull off even the most disgusting pattern. Today it was cream and white shapes which looked almost like paisley, but not enough for it to be noted as such. His leather jacket made his shoulders look even broader, and she couldn’t help but stare as he lit his cigarette, the expression on his face as he took the first toke attractive in a way that the red head could not explain.

“Hey there pretty ladies..” Andy smiled at the girls as he walked over to them, leaning against the red painted brick and a little too close to Victoria than would have been comfortable if she didn’t find him attractive. “Got some news for us I hear?”

He directed his question at Victoria, and it was good that he did as Danny stole Juliet’s attention the second he walked from the door. He held a beer in one hand and a rum and coke in the other, and while Victoria was about to comment on him buying Juliet a drink and not her, Josh appeared holding a whiskey and coke for her.

His smile was devastating, and something about the way he looked at her made her weak at the knees. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but he made her nervous, much more nervous than the cocky front man who she was sure would have had a similar effect on most other women.

“Thank you..” she smiled and he nodded, taking a sip of his pint and licking his lips in a way she knew wasn’t deliberate but was still hot.

“So what’s this bad news?” Andy spoke, a glimmer of nerves running through his tone that she hadn’t been expecting. Danny and Juliet joined the group again as the girl pulled them over, and although it was frustrating that Juliet didn’t step up next to her to give the bad news, she was well aware that she was the lead in this. She had thrown them in the deep end and had forced her way into their managers office.

“Well.. we showed— well tried to show your music to our manager.” Danny winced at her words slightly, already anticipating what was happening, and although she knew she had to give bad news she couldn’t help but falter a little as she glanced down at Danny and Juliet’s adjoined hands. Whatever he was laying down, she was definitely picking up and the younger girl had to admit it was quite cute.

“And? She didn’t like us?” Andy spoke after taking a long drag on his cigarette, the fingertips of his other hand twitching and wishing he had something else to intoxicate him.

“She didn’t even listen..” Victoria spoke, shoulders falling small as she broke the bad news.

The silence hung over them for what felt like hours but could only have been a few seconds, and thankfully Josh’s optimism allowed him to speak despite the disappointment.

“Well, at least we got scouted huh?” He spoke, glancing between the two other men and nudging Andy slightly to try and knock the disappointed look from his face.

“Uh yeah” he stood up, clearing his throat and taking another long drag from his cigarette and throwing it on the floor before he stamped it out. “Yeah. Yeah at least we know we’re making a mark”

Victoria immediately felt awful, and hated that she had disappointed them. They were really great, and she had made sure to tell them that at each show. She couldn’t help but think that she had been leading them on without intending to.

“You really are,” Juliet spoke, squeezing Danny’s hand and a small smile washed across his face as if her touch had cheered him up. “Just because our bitch of a manager doesn’t want to sign you doesn’t mean that others won’t!”

“Exactly!” Victoria continued, “Cindy is going to hate herself when Sony music pick you guys up. You’re honestly so great that there’s no way that someone’s not going to take notice.” She was excited at the prospect, and she could feel Andys eyes on her as she addressed the group. He had a way of making her squirm under his gaze without doing anything.

“And we picked up two die hard fans..” Josh smirked as he looked between Juliet and Victoria, clinking his glass to both of theirs.

Josh had always been a glass half full kind of guy. He had been enthusiastic about moving to London for a month, had been one of the driving forces in Andy asking his parents if they could stay in their apartment and although he was disappointed, was now in charge of ensuring that the boys were not too disappointed at the prospect of being signed fading. Did it suck? Yeah, of course. Was he going to let it stop them? Absolutely not.

The blonde was glad for the girls arriving early and not only so that Andy could get his temper tantrum out of the way. He enjoyed spending time with them, enjoyed knowing someone in London when there were so many unfamiliar faces. In San Fran they had a group of friends that would come to all of their shows, would bring people to support them and cheer them on, and to be honest the roughest part of moving to England had been losing that. It also helped that he found Victoria ridiculously attractive.

As usual, Andy had gotten in their first. The redhead had a way of commanding the attention of women that neither himself nor Danny could understand. The closest they had got to getting to the bottom of it was that he was the front man, and his persona on stage and how cocky he was leaked into the way he spoke to women. Unfortunately for the girls he spoke to, none of them could see how much of a fuck boy he really was. The boys loved Andy like a brother, but God was he a womaniser. The only girls that had lasted more than a night around them when he was sleeping with them (and he was always sleeping with them) were ones that were either equally as crazy, or the ones that helped supply the frontman's casual coke habit.

The cocaine wasn’t the problem. It was recreational and they all dabbled sometimes, it was the fact that he let the seedy, over confident, coked up version of himself become him when he was sober. Danny and Josh had known him when he had cried because a girl had ignored him when she walked past his locker, so it was both strange and made perfect sense that he had the facade that he did now.

The red haired girl sat opposite him on the table as she finished the drink that he had bought her, and as she glanced over at him with those piercing blue eyes he almost forgot to listen to what she said.

“Do you want another, Josh? I do owe you..” Her painted red lips and that British accent formed around his name in ways he hadn’t known he was attracted to until that moment, and he licked his lips before he nodded.

“Anyone else?” She asked around the table, and when everyone put their orders in, he stood to help her with all the glasses.

At the bar she placed her order and he leaned against the wood, eyes running over the bottles behind the bar and letting out a small laugh as he remembered how different bars were in California. Here they were like pieces of the community, even the ones that had had bands played in them, but in San Fran they were much more crass and centered around a good time rather than a homely vibe. He was sure there were places like that here too, but all of the places they had played with the band had been quite british.

“Are you nervous?” The redhead spoke, mirroring his stance but spinning her credit card in her fingers as she awaited the drinks, her painted nails tapping softly against the bar as she did so.

“Not really..” He smiled, watching the bartender place the glasses in front of them, one already filled to the brim with beer and she moved it to sit in front of him, “Thanks --  don’t really get nervous before shows.”

He took a sip and she raised an eyebrow at him, a look that said she didn’t believe a word that had just left his lips and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Alright, I guess sometimes I do, but you have to understand that when you have a frontman like Andy there’s not really much you have to do. I just stand there and play music that we’ve practiced a hundred times, while he talks to the crowd.”

“Not true, you sing back up sometimes..” She spoke, tipping the fresh whiskey and coke filled glass toward him before she took a sip.

“Yeah but… I don’t know, Andy kind of takes care of everything so we don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Hmm..” She spoke quietly, eyes running over the redhead at their table, his eyes already running over her body as if he owned her and Josh let out a short sigh. He was getting used to every attractive woman that met the band immediately falling for the older man, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t frustrate him when there was someone he felt like he could particularly connect with. But then her eyes met his own and he couldn’t stop himself from the small smile that met his lips.

Victoria let her eyes run over the blonde in front of her, his blue eyes intense yet soft at the edges somehow. It had been so easy to talk to him, like speaking with someone that she had known for years, and yet there was still that feeling in the pit of her stomach when he smiled. What was that? The two walked back to the table with the glasses, placing them in front of their respective owners, and retaking their seats on opposite sides of the table.

The band were fantastic that night as they always were, the dynamic that Josh had pointed out even clearer now that Victoria knew about it, and she bit down on her lip as he looked over at her when he sang a small part in a song called “Cocoon”. Andy was particularly showy, and she smiled between the two of them, enjoying the music and noticing just how focussed Danny was on stage. Juliet stood next to her, her eyes glued to the tanned boy in the back, a small chuckle leaving her lips as she pointed out his “drum face”.

It bothered both of them that this incredible band had been passed up on by their manager. It seems so backwards that musicians who were so good, who had travelled to London to try and make it, were not even given the chance of her coming to their show. There had to be something that the girls could do, whether it was constantly shoving the CD in the face of their manager, tricking another talent scout down here, or even speaking to their contacts in the industry.

As they played their last song, Victoria vowed to herself that she would do something. She had learned a lot in the 7 months she had been at Fieldworks, had been to enough industry parties and events helping with the set up and build down to know how this worked. The Dangers would be heard by a record company, even if it was the last thing she did.

[beyondforks]

Book Reviews! Absolute Surrender and Echo, Mine by Georgia Lyn Hunter

Absolute Surrender (Fallen Guardians #1) by Georgia Lyn Hunter Genre: Adult Fiction (Paranormal Romance) First Published: March 19, 2013 Publisher: GL Hunter

Born in the flames of Heaven’s wrath, he’s all things sinful and too dangerous to love. 

An immortal Guardian of the mortal realm, Aethan has walked alone for millennia, trapped in a hell of his own. Until a feisty mortal crosses his path. A female he shouldn’t even look at, one who shakes the precarious foundations of all that he is, and one who’s determined to walk the edge of danger.

All her life, Echo Carter wanted “normal”, an impossible feat given that she can see demons. Drawn back to the alleys of New York, she’s determined to hunt down the one responsible for the death of her friend. And no man, no matter how sexy, will stop her. Until she discovers a horrifying truth about herself, forcing her to turn to the one man she should avoid. Aethan. 

But when two stubborn wills collide, a dangerous passion ignites…

As evil closes in, Aethan has to overcome his darkest fears and claim Echo as his. If he doesn't, he just could lose her to a far more sinister fate…

Absolute Surrender is the first book in the Fallen Guardians series by Georgia Lyn Hunter. There were many point of views given through this story. We definitely needed some. Others? Not so much, and I got characters confused with one another, especially in the beginning. Some had similar names, some had more than one name, some changed into the appearance of others, and there were so many of them thrown at you at once. So, it took me several chapters to get everyone straight. The story itself was pretty darn good though. Situations and places were described vividly, making it so easy to visualize, and it did this without being wordy, which I loved.

 I'm not too sold on Echo. She can kick some major butt, but at the same time, she has absolutely no sense of self preservation and kept putting herself in danger whenever she had a hissy fit, which was often. 

Aethan was a fantastic character. He had strength and brains. I loved how he cared for Echo no matter what.  I'm still not sure what he is supposed to be. Angel? Demon? Something entirely different? Alien? I'm interested in knowing more about some of his friends too. 

This was one of those books that is drenched in tension and anticipation. There was so much heat between Echo and  Aethan ... my goodness! Be ready to take many cold showers or keep your significant other close by. You'll need them, and they'll thank you for it.

Echo Carter wrapped her arms around her waist and paced along the top step in front of the well-lit cathedral, trying to keep warm while she waited for Kira. The chilly sea breeze stung her nostrils as she debated going back to her car and cranking up the heater to full blast. But being trapped in the vehicle for a half hour? Ugh. She far preferred the cold. It helped ease the dull ache in her temples. Her head still felt heavy and fuzzy from her restless night. Dreams she didn���t want to remember throbbed in her mind, so she concentrated on a tugboat gliding over the ominous waters of the East River. A streak of lightning raced across the dark skies, briefly enveloping everything in a portentous silver light. The night wind stole under her denim jacket and beneath her sweater like an icy caress. She buttoned up the front and slid her hands into her pockets. Her fingers wrapped around the two stones she carried around like talismans, their warmth seeping into her. But it wasn’t enough. She seriously needed a distraction to clear her head and rid her body of the chill. Her cell beeped. Eagerly, she retrieved the phone from her pocket and sat on her backpack, avoiding the cold cement step, only to find it was a text from Damon. Away on business. Get Kira to stay with you. You know why. Call if you need me. P.S. Don’t do anything stupid. She rolled her eyes. Everyone had bad dreams. It didn’t mean she needed a babysitter. Damon’s postscripts, however, never changed, even if his messages did. The way her guardian hovered, you’d think she was thirteen instead of twenty-three and living on her own. But she couldn’t blame him. All that mattered to her was finding Tamsyn’s killer and ending the son of a bitch. That had to be the stupid thing Damon worried about. A man, rushing past her, snagged her attention. Echo watched him skid to a halt. Above average height, this one embodied the perfect male, with bronzed skin, dark, wavy hair, and a sculptured jaw. Black shades covered his eyes. He made a U-turn, giving her a closed mouthed smile. Well now, she had asked for a distraction. Sliding the phone back into her pocket, she rose to her feet. She’d deal with this before Kira got back, and she knew the perfect spot for this little rendezvous. With a casual, seductive sway of her hips, she tossed him a sultry look over her shoulder and glided toward the back of the cathedral. He followed. Of course he’d follow. They always did. She popped her jacket buttons free as she rounded the rear of the building and headed for the alcove where the statue of an angel with massive wings stood. When he grabbed her from behind and slammed her against the cathedral wall, she sucked in a breath, pain jarring up her arm to her shoulder. She twisted around. The acrid stink of sulfur flooded her nostrils. Bile rushed to her throat, telling her exactly what this thing was. “Ah, little mortal. So good of you to choose this place—” He stopped, confusion flickering across his face, frowned, and leaned in to sniff her. Oh yeah, her cursed pheromones always worked in her favor. They threw them off track and gave her the crucial edge she needed. But the black sludge that coated her hands as she held him off warned her this one had been wounded. “You smell different. Must taste.” His tone slurred. Something wet and rough slithered along her neck. Crap! The slimy saliva on her skin sent a shudder of revulsion through her. But she didn’t let that distract her. Once his foul-breathed mouth claimed hers, life as she knew it would be over. Nope, not happening. She had no plans to die at the hands of this fiend. “Pity I have to cut our fun short.” His face cracked into a menacing smile to reveal pointy canines. “Your light’s mine.” That’s what he thought. “If you want it, come and claim it.” The familiar words rolled out of her mouth. Darn, she had to stop watching The Lord of the Rings. But Aragon was so— Argh, kill first, then think about the sexy Aragon—she kneed the demonii hard in the crotch, breaking his hold. Spinning around, she kicked out her leg in a fast sweep, knocking his feet out from under him. He stumbled to the ground. About to go in for what would have been a routine kill, the demonii sprang up. He flung his shades aside. Eerily red eyes flamed with fury. “I’ll drain every drop of your blood before I rip out your soul!” “Promises—promises,” she taunted. He came at her. Echo palmed her dagger and met him head-on. She went in low and rammed the blade into his sternum. The demonii fell to his knees, eyes widening in surprise. “Didn’t see that one coming, did ya?” Vengeance burned in her as she grabbed him by the hair and slashed his exposed throat, severing the carotid artery. Blood, black and thick, gushed out. Her breathing harsh, she let the body fall to the ground. Disappointment burned through her. This fiend hadn’t killed Tamsyn. The stink of the sulfur now coating her skin lacked the coppery, sweet odor of vanilla she was after. No matter. It meant one less evil fiend roaming the streets and robbing the innocents of their souls. The body decomposed and vanished within seconds. No sign remained that the demonii had ever existed. The oily ooze on her dagger had disappeared, too, when a frisson shot through her. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose in warning. Oh, hell. More of them. Survival mode on high alert, Echo whipped around in a defensive strike and met steel with steel. The metallic sound reverberated through the cathedral’s garden. The sheer power of the blow vibrated up her hand to her injured shoulder. Pain streaked through her but didn’t slow her down. She attacked. He countered. This one was too strong, too canny. She lunged at him, but he grabbed her in a move that made her head spin and imprisoned her in an ironclad grip against a wall of muscle. It took her a second to realize the stranger had no intention of disarming or hurting her. He merely shielded himself from her attack. Irritated, she glared up. The impact of the man facing her over their crossed daggers hit her like a blow to the stomach. She stumbled back, dragging in lungfuls of air. Wild as rainstorms and earthy as sin, his scent crowded her. She blinked, sure the vision before her was a fantasy induced by her sleep-starved brain. He was so tall, he had to be at least six-seven. His long, leather duster parted to reveal muscular, leather-covered legs. All that black he wore was the perfect backdrop for a wickedly handsome face. The hard, sensual curve of his lips and that focused way he studied her told her he would know every carnal pleasure there was. A tiny shiver of awareness darted up her spine, but she brutally clamped it down. The chilly breeze tossed back strands of his long hair to reveal the glitter of small silver hoops in his ears. But his hair—she’d never seen anything like it. It was as if nature had stroked it with every shade of the blue spectrum then laid a careless dash of ebony between those strands. The air around him shifted. Power rolled off him in aggressive waves. But his eyes held her spellbound—gunmetal gray irises took on streaks of white—a caveat, a warning not to attack him again. Oh, Mr. Goth-man could send out all the signals he liked. She wasn’t easy to intimidate. “Who the hell are you?” she snapped.

Echo Mine (Fallen Guardians #1.5) by Georgia Lyn Hunter Genre: Adult Fiction (Paranormal Romance) First Published:  August 4, 2015 Publisher: GL Hunter

A Fallen Guardian Novella--companion book to Absolute Surrender

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 demonii. Sparks fly between her and her mate, proving that normal is most definitely overrated...

Echo, Mine is a novella companion to Absolute Surrender in the Fallen Guardians series by Georgia Lyn Hunter. This is giving us a peek at how Aethan and Echo's life is going since her coma. I don't feel like I got much more information from this story than I already knew from Absolute Surrender. It was almost like a shortened version of Absolute Surrender with them fighting Demonaii and Aethan trying not to touch Echo, but I missed steaminess they had in the first book. I didn't feel it as much. Where'd it go? You'll need to read Absolute Surrender first, otherwise you won't know who's who or what's what. 

Absolute Surrender and Echo, Mine by Georgia Lyn Hunter was kindly provided to me by the author for review. The opinions are my own.

Dim lights cast a sickly, pale glow over the dingy alley, adding to the portentous sensation crawling through Aethan. As if some disaster loomed, one he couldn’t quite get a grip on. He glanced at Blaéz, strolling at his side. The warrior’s calm demeanor revealed nothing. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shrug off his unease. “Something feels off.” “Indeed…” Blaéz murmured as they bypassed several dumpsters lined against the grimy brick wall. The things reeked as if a pack of rats had died there. “You made a decision yet?” “About what?” Blaéz cut him a cool, detached stare. A purple bruise marred his jaw. With his penchant for brutal underground fighting, Aethan wasn’t surprised. “Is it that you really don’t know, or that you haven’t decided?” Aethan frowned. His disquiet hiking in leaps now. “Celt, you talk in riddles. How the hell am I supposed to know what you’re talking about? Did you have a vision or what?” The male’s precog ability was unparalleled. Hell, everything he’d told Aethan several months ago when he’d first met his mate had transpired—shit. Fear twisted his gut. “Is it Echo?” “No.” Blaéz turned back to stare into the night. “No precog needed for this one. But it does indeed concern your mate.” Aethan stopped and pinned his fellow Guardian an annoyed glare. “Just spit it out, man. What the hell is it?” Blaéz slowly faced him. He was as tall as Aethan, a little on the leaner side, and deadlier than a detonating bazooka jammed into one’s mouth with his ability to kill with a thought. But dammit, any slower on the response, and Aethan would probably die of old age! “Heard the females talking. Your mate and her friend, Kira…” “Yeah?” Aethan prompted, clamping down on his teeth to stop from shaking the words out of the warrior. “It’s Echo’s big day next week. Her birthday. Females, from what I’ve seen on TV, get excited about the day. And presents.” Fuuccck! Suddenly feeling faint, Aethan inhaled a lungful of reeking air. This was worse than a damn demonii bolt striking him in the chest. What the hell did he do now? Echo had told him her birthdate some time ago when she’d asked him his, but he hadn’t put much stock into remembering it. Hell, when you live forever, birthdays no longer mattered. He slid his hands into his pants pockets and continued up the alley, trying to think of something amazing for his mate…and came up blank. He really didn’t want to screw this up. “Would you know—” “Google.” “Right—” Aethan broke off. A familiar insidious prickle slithered over his psyche. Demoniis. The turned brethren of demons were on the hunt again, trawling for prey, for mortal souls to replace the dying ones they’d already harvested from humans. Eyes narrowed, he scanned the night air for the source… His heightened hearing caught the faint, pained cry of a female. Trouble. Aethan dematerialized in a scattering of molecules and followed the distressed cry. He took form moments later in The Bowery and tore down the dimly lit alley, tracking the sensation, and skidded to a halt. Blaéz appeared beside him. The abandoned warehouse across the street sat too still, too dark. The icy, malevolent sensation abrading his psyche grew stronger. Beneath it, the darker, coppery odor of blood stung his nose…no, not humans. “What the hell are they up to now?”

Georgia Lyn Hunter loves to create characters who’ll take you to the far and beyond to unforgettable adventures, steamy encounters and heart-stopping love stories… She grew up in the tropical climate of South Africa and currently lives abroad with her family. An avid reader from a young age, she devoured every book she got her hands on. When she's not writing or plotting her next novel, she loves trolling flea markets, buying things because they're so pretty, travelling, and being with her supportive family. To learn more about Georgia Lyn Hunter and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.