it’s release day for Georgia Lyn Hunter and the latest book from the Fallen Guardian, Guardian Unraveled, a paranormal romantic suspense.
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…
Now that you know a bit more about the story, I can tell you I had the pleasure to read and review it. And I loved it!
Georgia has a way to take you so deeply into the characters’ head that you’ll live their adventures.
Dagan is the ultimate alpha, with a chip on his shoulder bigger than Tartarus–and reasons for it. Too bad Shae is not your poor little, helpless girl, but a woman with her own mind, will, and strength.
The pacing is fast, the danger always looming so it doesn’t make for a relaxed reading. This is a full-blown adventure that will keep you reading while you make dinner for your son–it’s what this book made ME do, and didn’t go overly well.
I stumble upon this book by chance and discovered later it was from a Series so at first, you might be a bit confused, there’s a lot of info. But Georgia made a very good job at not letting you get lost. Even if you haven’t read the first books, you’ll enjoy this one so so much.
Even if you haven’t read the first books, you’ll enjoy this one so so much and, just like I’m doing, will want to start the Series.
Dagan cut into another gloomy backstreet. Aaand found himself back in the alley where he’d started his patrol.
Farther up, more inebriated humans geared in their Halloween get-ups stumbled out of Club Nocte. The long line remained, partygoers braving the chill, waiting to get inside.
He scanned the place, but the vibe he’d been tracking had gone cold. He bit back a curse. Just great. Except for the demoniis he’d killed earlier, there was nothing that pricked at his senses.
He headed in the opposite direction, deeper into the alley, away from the noise, and staggered to a halt. A mouth-watering scent flooded his senses.
Blood. Fresh human blood.
The seductive aroma seeped through him, tightening his body and saturating his mind like a compulsion. His jaw clenched, his incisors throbbed.
He whipped around, scanning the alley. Pain stabbed his belly, shredding his gut. Hunger took hold. He fell against the wall, struggling against the temptation, eyes shut tight. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to plant his booted feet on the asphalt and not go after the faint ambrosia trail.
Sometimes, he regretted killing that first damn bird which had bound him to his deadly thirst, but he understood too he couldn’t have deviated from that fated path any more than he could stop breathing.
“Are you all right?” a husky voice asked.
His gaze snapped to her. She was tall for a mortal, yet the top of her head barely reached his shoulders. He could clearly make out her alabaster features in the gloomy alley, and the noticeable, bumpy Y-shaped scar running down her cheek. He didn’t care how good she looked, right then, all he could think about was just how delicious she’d taste…blood infused with strawberries and spice. Decadent.
The predator side of him thinly leashed, he fought for control—battled not to sink his fangs into her carotid. His eyes slit in warning. “Leave!”
“Look, I’m just trying to—”
“I don’t need help!” Damn do-gooder humans.
The coppery nectar tugged at his senses, tempting him to will her closer so her rich, warm plasma could slide down his throat. And there, on her left hand, he found the source of his doom. Blooded smeared her scraped knuckles.
His fangs dropped. Shit. He held his breath, reached into her mind, and willed her gone…but hit a wall.
What the hell? He could compel anybody.
With his control fading fast, he snarled, “Get the hell away from me if you want to keep breathing.”
Stormy gray-gold eyes widened. Then she stunned all hell outta him and glared right back. “Is that supposed to frighten me? A pair of fake fangs? Shouldn’t you be out there with all the other cretins scaring the innocents tonight instead of hiding in the shadows like some pleb?”
At the taunt, Dagan didn’t think, he hauled her to him, raking those “fake fangs” down her neck, bruising the skin a little, a hair’s breadth past her carotid.
The girl squeaked and slapped her palms on his chest. “What the hell?”
His arm banded around her waist, and he sucked on her fast-beating pulse, his saliva already healing the bruised skin. Unable to let her go just yet, he settled for running his tongue over her silky, warm flesh. She smelled of cinnamon and strawberries, a taste he’d long forgotten. A light brush of her psychic powers skipped over him.
She yanked free, surprising him with her agility, and drew back her fist. He saw the punch coming and let it, hoping it would clear the damn haze in his head. She nailed him straight in the face.
Fuuuck! Stars exploded in his skull, stunning him senseless with the power of her blow.
“Don’t ever fucking touch me like that!” Her slanted eyes glowered like a wildcat’s in the dark. Shaking her fingers, she stormed off, muttering in disgust. “What the hell was I thinking trying to help that barbarian? I should have just left.”
Dagan stood there, dazed, his blood strumming.
What the hell was he thinking? He hadn’t lost control like that in millennia.
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.