Declarations of a Fangirl: New Release & Giveaway: Heart's Inferno by Georgia Lyn Hunter

Series: Fallen Guardians Book 4
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Georgia Lyn Hunter
Publication Date: December 18, 2018

The last thing he expects to find is the one exasperating female on his hunting ground in the middle of a dangerous demon ruckus, hauling him into chaos…

He’s a killer…

Through the ages, deadly Guardian Týr watches over the mortal realm with a sword that is as blood-drenched as his soul in his quest for vengeance—his sarcasm a shield for the deepening hell inside him. Until one glimpse of a breathtaking, carefree female stops him dead in his tracks…but she’s the one person he can never have. Still, she has to be the most exasperating female on the planet, with a tendency to land herself in sticky situations.

She’s happiness incarnate…

Bumping shoulders with intractable immortals is not Kira Smith’s idea of fun. An unfortunate encounter with a certain annoying, über hot warrior undoes all her hard work, and the homeless boy she rescued escapes back into the demon-infested alleys. Kira’s determined to find the child—even if it means tolerating the arrogant, know-it-all as a bodyguard.

For her, he'll break every rule...

Thrown together in this treacherous hunt, long suppressed emotions unravel. Týr will do anything to claim the woman who stirs his deepest desire and Kira longs to succumb to the happiness she finds in him. But Fate isn’t always kind, revealing a dark destiny that could very well tear them apart…

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Excerpt

As Týr jogged down to the ground floor, Hedori acknowledged him with a nod, and the ice queen who’d reigned during the reception and tacitly ignored his provocations turned, too. Her hazel-green eyes flared in irritation, the color a startling contrast to her luscious, creamy-latte skin.

“Sire, we have a bit of a situation,” Hedori said. “With the fae here, and guests still about, I cannot leave the castle just yet. Would you take Kira home?”

“No-no, Heds,” she quickly countered. “I’ll wait for you.”

He should leave, walk out. Aethan or another could take her, but Týr couldn’t resist. “Ah, Fluff, you wound me. Truly.”

Her head snapped his way. “Yes…maybe, if I thought for one second there was a heart or soul buried somewhere deep down under that shell,” she said sweetly, tone spiked with venom. She faced Hedori again, sweet as treacle. “How long do you think you’ll be?”

Hiding his amusement, Týr sighed loudly as if put out. “C’mon, Fluff, let’s get you home.”

She pivoted so fast, fingers fisting as if she wanted to punch him. “Call me that again, and I swear, I’ll—” She broke off, her expression tightening as softer footsteps echoed. Lila Smith, their Oracle and the she-devil’s grandmother, rounded the staircase a moment later.

Hedori nodded to them and departed.

“Thank goodness you’re still here, Kira dear,” Lila breathed. “Would you— Oh, hello, Warrior,” she greeted him softly with a regal incline of her gray-haired head.

Lila usually treated the Guardians injured by those annoying demon bolts with her miracle potions and salves since they couldn’t self-heal that crap fast enough. More annoying, those open wounds acted like a damn tracking device for the hellscums.

“Oracle,” he returned politely.

Lila glanced back at Kira. “I have to go to Seattle for a few days. The coven has a problem and needs my help. It would ease my mind if you stayed here at the castle until my return.”

“Gran, I don’t know why you worry so much. It’s not the first time I’ve been alone. Besides, I have to go to work. I’ll be okay, really.”

Týr could sense the Oracle’s growing anxiety, though her expression remained serene. It could only mean that whatever had gotten her so worked up was serious. Michael should talk to her. Better if the Guardians knew what trouble was stirring.

Lila glanced at him. “Warrior? Would you—?”

“Gran, no!”

Her horrified yell had Týr narrowing his eyes. He’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t fit company for females to be around for any length of time, but she and the Oracle were under Michael’s protection, and by default, the Guardians’, too.

And he took his damn job seriously.

“It would be my absolute pleasure,” he overrode Kira’s protest with as much sincerity as he could dredge up.

If it were anyone else they would have undoubtedly stepped back at her death glare.

But his own perverse nature when it came to her wouldn’t let him back down. He merely quirked an eyebrow, enjoying her flush of frustration, and sent a quick telepathic message to Aethan. Babysit Ely tonight. Have to do a favor for the Oracle.

Would that have anything to do with a certain bridesmaid who wants to leave immediately? the Empyrean shot back, laughter echoing through their mental connection.

Damn smug bastard. As if he needed another funny-man around. Týr shut off their mind-link with a hard slam.

“Are you leaving also?” Týr asked the Oracle, suspending his silent stand-off with Kira.

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind, Warrior.”

“Not at all.” He crossed to the enormous front door, opened it, and stood back.

“I’ll go get my coat.” Lila hurried off.

Kira stomped past him with no outdoor wear or scarf. Hell, he’d never known lush lips could thin so much. Týr followed her out into the freezing weather. “Where’s your jacket?”

“I’m hot.”

“Yeah, you are,” he muttered under his breath.

Her head snapped to him, eyes flashing in suspicion.

He cast her an innocent stare.

Scowling, she went back to slaying the trees with her glower.

He shook his head wryly. It must be the drugged air from so many flowers in the castle responsible for him uttering that provocative nonsense.

Other Books by Georgia Lyn Hunter

In the shadows of the night, they trawl the streets, keeping supernatural evil at bay. It’s a pledge they must uphold to live in this world. But with darkness in their souls and hell in their eyes, solitude’s their only companion, or so they thought. Until their gifted daggers showed them another path. Hard, treacherous, and strewn with wonder…

About Georgia Lyn Hunter

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, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they’re so pretty.

After working a few jobs all art related, a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion eight 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.

Website: http://georgialynhunter.com/