November 7, 2017 by Valerie Ullmer
Book Spotlight – Guardian Unraveled by Georgia Lyn Hunter
Author: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Fallen Guardians #3
Title: Guardian Unraveled
Cover Art by Montana Jade
From the scorching pits of Tartarus, a warrior emerges with a deadly need for more than vengeance…
A loner, Dagan, lives with an inexorable thirst he’s kept hidden for eons, even from his fellow Guardians. Until he meets a beautiful, maddening human who awakens in him a hunger that shakes him to his very core, and threatens to shatter his tightly erected shields, exposing his dangerous secret. And wanting her is a path leading to destruction.
Driven to find her missing mother in a shadowy world, Shae Ion refuses to be sidetracked. When she becomes the target for a sinister force, a sinfully sexy and utterly impossible immortal abducts her, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe.
Stuck in an isolated place with the reclusive Guardian who allows no one close, Shae struggles to control her burgeoning powers, and is unprepared for the tangled emotions he stirs in her. But passion has a way of obliterating barriers.
However, the road to happiness is strewn with treachery. Nothing is sacred or safe. When a ruthless old enemy resurfaces, and comes after Shae, they are drawn into a terrifying, supernatural battle. And not even Dagan, a lethal immortal warrior who’d lay down his life for her, can save her now…
Like the panther she often thought him, all lean, sinuous muscles rippling beneath the stretched tee, he moved toward her. Hastily, Shae widened the distance until her back hit the opposite wall, the windowsill digging into her spine.
“Do you want this, Shae? Want me, knowing what I am?” he asked softly, stopping an inch from her.
How could he? Not moments ago, he’d rejected her, and now he was back to tormenting her. “What difference does it make? You made it clear I’m the last person you want.”
In response, he brushed his knuckles along her jaw, and a tremor of desire skittered through her traitorous body. God, not now! She pushed his hand away. Glared. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I must. You are human. Free will’s your right. You say yes, I’ll never let you go, bond or not…”
He gently traced the damp skin beneath her eyes. Remorse flickered in those sun-bright irises. Then his warm lips took the place of his fingertip, and her heart nearly stopped.
“I’m sorry I hurt you and made you cry.” He pressed his mouth beneath her other eye. “It was never my intention. I only wanted to keep you safe from the violent side of my nature. Gods, Shae, you take over my thoughts awake or asleep. When you’re not with me, my mind’s a fucking mess—”
Her heart filled with longing, but she refused to let hope bloom only to be crushed again. She’d been hurt too many times. “You blame me for this?”
“Hell, no! The fault’s all mine. Nik, the bastard, licked your wound better…” He picked up her left hand and gently pressed his lips to the newly healed lesion where she’d cut herself. “Angelus worships the ground you walk on, and bloody Harvey teaches you to fight. You like them.”
“I do.” At his dark look, she finally relented, said softly, “But they aren’t you. Mad as I get, and God knows at times I want to stake you with your own damn sword, I only want you. I feel it so deeply inside here…” She took his hand and placed it over her heart. Naturally, that hand cupped her breast and squeezed, his thumb flicking her nipple into a hard nub.
He lowered his head and ran his lips over the jagged scar on her cheek. “I don’t deserve you, but I need you…”
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. I’m a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, paint, 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 six years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.
Oh, and I hail from the beautiful country of South Africa, but currently live in the Middle East.