Meet Katherine McIntyre's Hero, Conor Malone, from Hunting for Spring

Please give a warm welcome to Conor Malone from Hunting for Spring by Katherine McIntyre today as we sit down and see what makes him/her tick.

What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not saving (the world, clients, your mate)?

        Promise not to tell? I mean, granted, with my puppy saving and lack of a hard heart, I’ve already destroyed the big bad reputation of hunters, but this hobby definitely garnered my father’s disapproval. Painting completely calms me down. Not going to lie, it’s a relief to paint something beautiful other than blood splatters across concrete. 

What is it about your love interest Brenna that makes you crazy in a good way?

        The first thing to draw me in was that smart mouth of hers. When she’s in full ice-queen mode, she could strip paint off a car with the barbs she slings. Maybe it’s the masochistic side of me, but she’s a tough survivor, and I respect that. However, what brings me to my knees are the moments when she opens up—when that rare, genuine vulnerability peeks through. She fumbles with her words, stares at the ground, and is two seconds from slitting my throat if I dared to tease her, but the first time I saw that side of her, I was smitten.

Do you sometimes want to strangle your writer? Thrash her/him to within an inch of their life? Make them do the stupid crap they make you do?

Oh hell yeah. Let’s throw her in the cage with a manticore and see how she likes it. Or wait, maybe a faceless man? Or a sluagh? The woman certainly loves tossing the most vile and disgusting monsters my way.

Favorite food?

Cheesesteak. There’s about a place every block or so claiming to have the best, but most tend to be on the excellent side and I’m happy to try them all. Something about the way the cheese and meat meld together on that roll into greasy perfection gets me every time.

Tell me a little bit about your world. What are your greatest challenges in that world?

Well, to the average human living in Philly, there’s already a fair amount of gang violence and crime to worry about. For a hunter like me, we tangle with the OTHER side of things—Unseelie fae, vampires, wights, unhinged casters…you name the monster and we’ve probably tangoed. For awhile I looked at the Philly Coven as the enemy too—kind of unsettling knowing there’s a whole group of powerful witches all working together…but lately my perspective has been shifting.

Describe yourself in four words.

Disappointment to my father. Or if that’s a bit too morose, Ass-kicker of evil monsters seems to have a better sound to it.

What do you do for a living?

Apart from rooting around abandoned houses for rampaging wights? I keep up the handyman business that’s been in my family for generations—Malone’s Repair

What do you fear the most?

Continuing my trend of daddy issues, ending up as lonely and bitter as Patrick Malone. I’ve watched my father desiccate over the years and become more hardened with hatred. I just wasn’t born that way and hope to all things holy I never will be. Sure, we’ve taken down a lot of supernatural assholes over our years, but that doesn’t mean every single creature is rotten. Lucky for me, I’ve got a gorgeous girl like Brenna by my side, who’s sure to call me on my shit if I’m ever starting to act that way.

About Katherine McIntyre's Hunting for Spring...

Genre: Urban Fantasy

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Blurb:

Hunters are a lonely breed, and Conor’s no exception, until the day he meets Brenna. Even though she slinks in unannounced and kills the wight he was hunting down, the girl’s a mystery and he can’t get that blinding smile or those gorgeous curves off his mind. Since they’re both after the same caster who’s unleashing these monsters, he suggests teaming up, and despite her initial reluctance, the hungry way she scans him down promises something powerful.

However, her secrets have repercussions, and faster than Conor can lift his Glock, he’s drawn into the web of kidnappings and Unseelie mischief, all concealing the machinations of a darker foe—one that plans to bring Philly to ruin.

Excerpt Teaser:

Conor turned around, his hand inching for his Glock.

She sat on the countertop, one leg hanging over the edge. Long strands of dark, messy hair hung past her face, brushing her cheeks as she lifted her chin. The woman had the sort of striking features that made men gape, and Conor fell victim. Her blue eyes intensified with a curious light as she scanned him, and in the shadowy room, her pale skin took on a silver hue. Even though her dark eyebrows knitted together, lending her features a sort of stark fierceness, her pursed mauve lips softened her face.

The girl tugged on the cord of her hoodie, and her eyes narrowed. “What’s a normal kid like you doing hunting a beastie like that?” Her boots hit the ground with a thud, and she brushed her knees off, making the buckles of her cargo pants jangle.

Conor arched his brow, wiping his jacket sleeves on the wall in a sad attempt at getting rid of the wight crud. “Sweetheart, whoever trained you in magic should’ve given you the rundown on everyone you might encounter—including hunters.”

He caught the recognition flashing in her eyes, as well as the careful way she stalked around him like a panther surveying an encroaching predator.

“Well, feel free to piss off, then.” Her words were curt but not shocking. Hunters and casters shared a history of bad blood due to the chaos so many irresponsible witches caused. However, one bit of curiosity lingered within him—why had she been tracking the wight? Unless she’d created this monster.