{"id":544,"date":"2012-07-19T01:54:41","date_gmt":"2012-07-19T05:54:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bookmaven623.wordpress.com\/?p=544"},"modified":"2012-07-19T01:54:41","modified_gmt":"2012-07-19T05:54:41","slug":"author-post-nalini-singh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jackiepaxsonauthor.com\/index.php\/2012\/07\/19\/author-post-nalini-singh\/","title":{"rendered":"Author Profile: Nalini Singh"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>I was introduced to this week’s author profile when I read her book, Angel’s Blood<\/em>.\u00a0 Nalini Singh is the bestselling author of the Guild Hunter and Psy\/Changeling series’.\u00a0 Her ability to weave a world that is familiar yet foreign is unique.<\/p>\n

Nalini Singh has always been a writer.\u00a0 Even when she was younger she enjoyed putting pen to paper.\u00a0 Her stories always had one common thread, romance.\u00a0 She enjoys creating unique characters, giving those characters their chance at happy endings and even listening to those voices of her characters in her head.\u00a0 In 2002, she got the opportunity to\u00a0 completely bring one set of characters to life when Silhouette Desire wanted to buy her first book, Desert Warrior<\/em>.\u00a0 She has been creating those characters and giving them voices in print ever since.<\/p>\n

Ms. Singh currently resides in New Zealand, but that is not where she is originally from.\u00a0 She was born in Fiji and raised in New Zealand.\u00a0 She moved to Japan for three years and utilized her time there to travel around Asia.\u00a0 You can view her travel diaries on her website.\u00a0 Between her travels and writing, Ms Singh has had many diverse career paths.\u00a0 She has been everything from a lawyer to a candy factory general hand to an English teacher.\u00a0 Her view on her roller coaster career path is that it provided fuel for her writing.\u00a0 I thank her for turning those experiences into what are some very well written series’.<\/p>\n

Ms. Singh’s writing is inventive and unique.\u00a0 In a genre, that is inundated with vampires, witches and werewolves, angels are unique.\u00a0 Admittedly,\u00a0 I have not read her Psy\/Changeling series.\u00a0 Yes, I am hanging my head in shame. They are on my TBR list though. \u00a0 But, I have read all of her Guild Hunter series and I enjoy her writing tremendously.\u00a0 The twists she puts on angels and vampires is something that I don’t think anyone but Nalini Singh could have pulled off.\u00a0 Her writing allows for you to wonder around a world of angels perching on rooftops and vampires being indebted to powerful angels and still feel like that is all completely normal.\u00a0 I look forward to her next book in her Guild Hunter Series, Archangel’s Storm<\/em>.\u00a0 This book hits stores on September 12th.<\/p>\n

To celebrate the release of Archangel’s Storm<\/em> here is an excerpt:<\/p>\n

CHAPTER 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

Standing on velvet green grass still sparkling with dew, Jason watched Dmitri cup the face of the hunter he had just made his wife, the dawn sunlight kissing her skin, lighting up eyes that saw only the man in front of her.<\/p>\n

The grounds of the Archangel Raphael\u2019s home, Jason thought, the Hudson rushing past beyond the cliffs and a mass of fragrant roses in full bloom climbing the walls of the house itself, had seen centuries pass, but a scene such as this, they had never witnessed and perhaps never would again.<\/p>\n

A scene in which one of the most powerful vampires in the world took a Guild hunter for his bride.<\/p>\n

That Honor loved Dmitri was in no doubt. It didn\u2019t take a spymaster to read the incandescent joy in her every breath, her skin radiant with it. What startled Jason was the potent emotion he saw in the eyes of a vampire who had been a pitiless blade for all the centuries Jason had known him.<\/p>\n

Cruelty came easily to Dmitri, maybe too easily in recent times. The vampire was near to a thousand years old and jaded with it, blood and death no longer enough to cause him to break his stride, much less shock. Jason had seen Dmitri wield his scimitar on the field of battle to take off invaders\u2019 heads, glory in the spray of their dying blood, and he had seen Dmitri seduce women with sensual elegance and a cold heart simply to amuse himself.<\/p>\n

Yet the man who touched Honor, who claimed her lips in a kiss of possession, had a tenderness about him that was as dangerous as it was gentle. And Jason comprehended that Dmitri would be a brutal weapon against anyone who dared harm his wife, that the darkness in him had not been tempered but merely leashed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe cannot deal with the Cadre if he is leashed,\u201d he said to the woman who stood next to him, a hunter with wings of midnight and dawn. Feathers of a rich, silken blue flowed from the pure black at the inner curve of her wings, to segue into a softer indigo and the ephemeral shades visible in the skies when day broke, before becoming a brilliant white-gold at the primaries.<\/p>\n

Elena was Raphael\u2019s consort, and Raphael was Jason\u2019s liege. Perhaps that was why he felt \"\"<\/a>an unexpected kind of ease with her. Or it might be that she was a stranger in the land of immortals, searching for a path that would take her into the centuries to come, as he once had. Or perhaps it was that, unbeknownst to Elena, they were linked by a far bleaker tie, a tie that spoke of mothers and blood.<\/p>\n

Iron rich liquid matting his hair, soaking into his tunic, sticky on his arms.<\/em><\/p>\n

Elena looked up, shook her head, the startling near-white of her hair pinned back in an elegant twist, her body clothed in a simple ankle-length gown of a blue the shade of a pristine high-mountain lake. Her only ornamentation came in the form of the small amber hoops she always wore as an outward sign of her commitment to Raphael. \u201cDon\u2019t you see, Jason?\u201d she said as the bridal couple broke a kiss that had more than one sigh rippling through the crisp morning air. \u201cHe is only this Dmitri for Honor.\u201d She joined in the clapping and cheering when Honor and Dmitri turned to the assembled guests, well-wishers moving forward to congratulate them.<\/p>\n

Having spoken to Dmitri before the ceremony, Jason waited for the crowd to thin. Elena, too, held her place, giving others a chance to speak to the newly wedded couple. As he\u2019d been with Dmitri before the ceremony\u2014alongside Raphael, Illium, and Venom, Elena had been with Honor, the archangel and his consort having turned over a suite in their home to the bride\u2019s party. That party was composed of hunters, all certainly with a weapon or two hidden beneath the sleek, elegant clothes they wore for the wedding.<\/p>\n

Blue flickered at the edges of his vision, and he turned to see Illium spread his wings for a hunter who had made the request. Clad in the same formal black worn by the groom as well as Raphael and the others of the Seven here today, he had a flirtatious smile on his face. The smile was real as far as it went, but then, it did not go far. Jason had seen Illium love until his heart broke, and he had seen the angel mourn until there was no light in those eyes of molten gold.<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand,\u201d he said to Elena when she glanced back at him, reminded once again of the capacity others had for endless nuances of emotion. Jason had watched mortals and immortals alike for centuries, was able to glean even the most subtle changes in their emotional equilibrium, for no man could be a spymaster without that capability. Yet, through all that time, he had never been able to feel as they did. It was as if life skimmed across the surface of him, leaving his heart and his soul untouched.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are the perfect spymaster. An intelligent, gifted phantom unaffected by anything he sees.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

It was Lijuan who had said those words to him, four hundred years ago. The oldest of the archangels had also made him an offer\u2014riches and women trained in the sensual arts; men if that was what he desired\u2014if he would change his allegiance, put himself in her service. Except Jason had already earned and created enough wealth for a hundred immortal lifetimes. As for the other\u2014when Jason wanted a woman, he had a woman. He had no need for anyone to act his procurer.<\/p>\n

Elena\u2019s wing shimmered lightly over his as she stretched a little, and he didn\u2019t shift away to break the fleeting contact. In many ways, he was the opposite of Aodhan, the angel so broken, he couldn\u2019t bear the slightest touch. Jason, by contrast, sometimes only felt real and not the phantom Lijuan had named him if he had the pressure of another\u2019s skin, another\u2019s wing against his own. It was as if all those years, decades, when he hadn\u2019t felt the touch of another sentient being had created a thirst in him that could never be assuaged.<\/p>\n

A sybarite drunk on sensation, that was what he might have become, but for the fact that those years of excruciating, endless aloneness had left him with other scars\u2014scars that led him to embrace the very shadows he\u2019d hated as a child; scars that meant he meted out trust with a careful hand. Regardless of his need, Jason allowed very few people to touch him outside of the bedroom, for the touch of a friend, it was a far different thing than the caress of a lover taken in the dark of night and left behind when morning broke.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a beautiful wedding, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d Elena said, her eyes soft in the way women\u2019s often were at such things.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you wish for one?\u201d Marriage was thought of as a mortal thing, but as today showed, some immortals continued to embrace it\u2014Dmitri had been most insistent on the ceremony.<\/p>\n

Startled laughter from Elena. \u201cRaphael and I married above the wreckage of New York, when he fell with me in his arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raphael, too, Jason thought, was a different man with his consort, this mortal woman become an angel. Such a weak angel in terms of power, her immortality a flickering flame, and yet she had a strength that spoke to the survivor in him. So he\u2019d taught her how to remain unseen in the sky, watched her push her body to merciless extremes in an effort to achieve a vertical takeoff so soon after her becoming, and listened for threats to her life.<\/p>\n

For Elena was Raphael\u2019s biggest weakness.<\/p>\n

A tiny giggle, a mischief-eyed little girl running to Elena on wobbling legs, curls of bronze-threaded black captured at the sides of her head with ribbons of summer orange. Smiling in unhidden delight, Elena bent to pick up the child in her arms. \u201cHello, Zoe, Warrior Goddess in Training.\u201d A kiss on one plump cheek, Zoe\u2019s flower girl dress a confection of lace over Elena\u2019s arm. \u201cDid you give your mom the slip?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jason met the child\u2019s direct gaze as she nodded, saw that she held a silver-edged feather of distinctive blue in a careful fist. The daughter of the Guild Director stared at his wings for a moment before whispering something in Elena\u2019s ear. Jason heard what she said, understood none of it, her language that of very small children.<\/p>\n

Clearly not at the same disadvantage, Elena glanced at him, silver-gray eyes shining with laughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe imp\u2019s coveting more of your feathers for her collection, Jason. I\u2019d be careful.\u201d She was distracted a second later by a tall man with long black hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, his cheekbones sharp against copper gold skin.<\/p>\n

Ransom Winterwolf.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

Hunter.<\/em><\/p>\n

It was strange to see so many of the Guild on the grounds of Raphael\u2019s home. Located in the Angel Enclave, on the other side of the river from the gleaming glass and metal of Manhattan, it was undoubtedly elegant, but Jason knew the Sire had offered Dmitri far more stunning locations in which to make Honor his bride. However, the leader of the Seven had been adamant.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaybreak,\u201d he\u2019d said a bare three hours before sunrise. \u201cWe marry at daybreak.\u201d<\/p>\n

In those three hours, Elena and the Guild Director had managed to alert every hunter in the New York area who wasn\u2019t on assignment and was within traveling distance, while Jason, Illium, and Venom stood for the rest of the Seven. Naasir, Galen, and Aodhan had been told, had all three spoken with Dmitri before the wedding.<\/p>\n

United in their loyalty to Raphael\u2014and to each other\u2014the Seven had forged bonds that were unbreakable, but even had there been more time, it was impossible for all of them to ever be in one place at one time. To keep the balance of power in the world, Raphael needed to maintain a presence in the Refuge and in New York, and now, in the lost city of Amanat, home to the Ancient who was Raphael\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n

That three of them stood here to witness Dmitri\u2019s wedding, it was an unexpected gift. There were other invited guests of course\u2014the proud staff who ran Raphael\u2019s home, a number of men and women who worked directly under Dmitri at the Tower, and whose loyalty belonged as much to the vampire as it did to Raphael, two mortal policemen who were considered part of the Guild family.<\/p>\n

The well-respected man who\u2019d officiated the ceremony belonged to that family, too, having headed the Guild before passing on the mantle.<\/p>\n

Raphael himself had stood at Dmitri\u2019s side during the ceremony, the friendship between the two men old enough, deep enough, that it was the archangel who had played the second this day. Jason didn\u2019t know of any other such friendships among those who served the Cadre of Ten, the archangels who ruled the world, but he knew this one had endured centuries, through anger and war and even a short defection by Dmitri to Neha\u2019s territory. That hadn\u2019t lasted long, and now Dmitri\u2019s lips curved at something Raphael said.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>
Angel’s Blood
First in the Guild Hunter Series<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

While the vampire was dressed in a crisp black-on-black suit, his bride wore a gown of deep, vibrant green that caressed and embraced her curves before rippling in a liquid waterfall to the dew-laden grass, the fabric arranged cleverly at her left hip to give the illusion of waves. When her gaze landed on Jason, she smiled and came toward him, halting at the border of the invisible space that separated him from the world, one hand holding the wildflower bouquet Elena had created using the blooms in her greenhouse.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d she said, her happiness so luminous, it outshone the diamonds at her throat, diamonds Jason had seen Dmitri buy as rough stones three centuries ago.<\/p>\n

It had taken the vampire another hundred years to get them finely cut and set into a necklace of exquisite beauty, until the stones appeared to be droplets of captured starfire.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho will you gift it to?\u201d Jason had asked at the time.<\/p>\n

Dmitri\u2019s response had been a sardonic twist of his mouth, the hardness in his eyes akin to the gems he held. \u201cA woman whose spirit dazzles brighter than these stones.\u201d<\/p>\n

The necklace had graced none but the honey-skinned neck it now encircled.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor this amazing dream of a dress,\u201d Honor continued, stroking her hand down the fabric. \u201cI don\u2019t know how you found it so early in the morning. It fits like it was made for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo thanks are necessary.\u201d So much of life he spent on the sidelines\u2014many times out of choice, sometimes because he didn\u2019t know how to belong\u2014but he\u2019d needed to be a part of this day when a man he respected, and who was as close a friend as he was capable of having, claimed this woman for his own.<\/p>\n

\u201cJason can find anything,\u201d Dmitri said, walking over to slide his arm around Honor\u2019s waist. \u201cThe winds talk to him, tell him where to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Honor laughed, husky and warm, and then she was being embraced by Elena, the hunter\u2019s wings iridescent in the white light of morning. Stepping a little to the right, Jason met Dmitri\u2019s gaze. The vampire shrugged, the words unspoken but not unheard.<\/p>\n

No one will ever believe it.<\/em><\/p>\n

No, Jason thought, no one would. Even he had thought himself mad when he was a boy on the verge of adulthood. It had taken reading Jessamy\u2019s history books once he arrived at the angelic stronghold that was the Refuge to understand he\u2019d inherited his mother\u2019s \u201cear,\u201d her ability to sense things happening hundreds of miles away, across oceans and beyond mountains. It was how she\u2019d always had stories to tell him about people in the Refuge, though they lived on an isolated atoll surrounded by the shimmering blue of the Pacific.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will write this story down for you, Jason. You must practice your reading.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

He had. Over and over, until the parchment disintegrated, he\u2019d read those stories and the others in the books in the house. Then he\u2019d copied the words out on wood, on flax, in the sand, forcing himself to remember that he was a person, that he should know how to read. It had worked\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. for a while.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m happy for you, Dmitri,\u201d he said now, allowing the ghosts of the past to fade into the background. \u201cThis is my gift to you and your bride.\u201d<\/p>\n

As Dmitri glanced down at the small note card Jason passed across, Honor\u2019s second\u2014a long-legged hunter who had unique gifts of her own\u2014came to join Elena and Honor, and the women laughed and began to talk all at once.<\/p>\n

\u201cA safe place,\u201d Jason said when Dmitri looked up from reading the address on the card, the sun glinting off the simple gold band he wore on the ring finger of his left hand. \u201cWhere no one will find you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Understanding whispered across the sensual lines of Dmitri\u2019s face. Moving a small distance away from the women, he said, \u201cI shouldn\u2019t be surprised at what you know, and yet I am.\u201d He slid the card away. \u201cHow certain are you of the security?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe house is mine, and no one has found it in two hundred years.\u201d Hidden in the dense forests of an otherwise uninhabited mountain, it could only be reached via a very specific route that he now shared with Dmitri, mind to mind. Even aerial entry is impossible unless the angel in question knows how to find a particular small clearing.<\/em> He gave Dmitri the coordinates. Without that, severe damage to the wings as a result of the thick canopy\u2014and the safeguards hidden within\u2014is a distinct possibility.<\/em><\/p>\n

Dmitri\u2019s eyes gleamed. Good. <\/em>His next words were spoken aloud. \u201cI didn\u2019t know you had another home in this country.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d He had houses he used when needed, but home was a concept that had no meaning to him, though Dmitri likely assumed he considered his apartment at New York\u2019s Archangel Tower home. \u201cYou\u2019ll be safe there, and you can be private.\u201d Honor\u2019s transformation from human to vampire would take time, and while Jason knew Dmitri would ensure she navigated it in a deep sleep, safe from any suffering, he also knew the other man would not leave her side during the process. \u201cThere is no need to take a guard unit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t trust those words coming from anyone\u2019s mouth but yours,\u201d Dmitri said, his face angled toward Honor. \u201cI don\u2019t know when we\u2019ll use your gift. I have her promise\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. but I will not rush her on this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d Unvarnished ruthlessness. \u201cBut you see, Jason, it appears I have a fatal weakness when it comes to Honor\u2014even should she change her mind and decide to remain mortal, I can\u2019t force her and still live with myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jason said nothing as Dmitri walked back to his wife, who looked up to offer him a smile Jason had seen her share with no other. Her friends moved away to give husband and wife a moment of privacy, but everyone continued to linger on the luxuriant green of the lawn, the birdsong a delicate accompaniment to the murmur of conversation. Champagne was sipped, greetings exchanged, friendships renewed in the glow of the joy that came off Honor and Dmitri.<\/p>\n

Unlike the others, Jason felt exposed out here in the sunlight, the unrelieved black of his wings a target, but he didn\u2019t give in to the compulsion to fly up high above the cloud layer, where no one could see him. A minute later, when the winds began to whisper, he listened.<\/p>\n

A single word. A name.<\/p>\n

Eris.<\/em><\/p>\n

The only significant Eris Jason knew of was husband to Neha, the three-thousand-year-old archangel the only one in the Cadre who had chosen to follow the mortal ceremony of binding. Eris was also her consort, but he hadn\u2019t been seen in public for some three hundred years. Many believed him dead; however, Jason knew the male lived, imprisoned in a palace inside Neha\u2019s sprawling fort. Except for when he\u2019d attempted to escape early on in his captivity, he had not been physically harmed.<\/p>\n

Neha loved Eris too much to hurt him.<\/p>\n

It was why she hated him so violently for his betrayal.<\/p>\n

Eris.<\/em><\/p>\n

Sliding into the shadows of the trees that edged Raphael\u2019s property, a welcome respite from the light, Jason took out his cell phone. In earlier centuries, even with his considerable mental abilities, it had taken him days to communicate with his men and women, weeks to gather a single piece of information. Technology made it so much simpler\u2014unlike some angels of old, and though his chosen weapon remained a sword, Jason did not abhor the modern world.<\/p>\n

Now, he saw that he had a number of missed calls that must\u2019ve come in during the ceremony, while his phone had been in silent mode. All were from Samira\u2014she was a servant with clearance to work in Neha\u2019s private quarters, and technically his highest-ranking spy in the other archangel\u2019s court, though Jason had his doubts about her continued efficacy. \u201cSamira,\u201d he said when the call was answered. \u201cWhat has happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEris is dead.\u201d A hushed whisper. \u201cMurdered inside his palace.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, but he was found an hour ago. Neha has not left the body. Mahiya is by her side.\u201d
\nJason had never spoken to Mahiya, but having done a subtle investigation when Neha first adopted her just over three centuries ago, he knew the princess was of Neha\u2019s bloodline. That relationship was accepted knowledge, but the facts behind it had long been buried. Many in Neha\u2019s own court chose<\/em> not to remember, not to see the truth\u2014that Mahiya had been born of Nivriti, sister to Neha and dead as long as her child had been alive.<\/p>\n

No terrible secret that\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. except if you knew the name of Mahiya\u2019s father.<\/p>\n

Eris.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I highly recommend reading Angel’s Blood<\/em>, the first in the Guild Hunter series, before jumping headlong into this series.\u00a0 It will help you understand the context and characters better. If you haven’t read any of Nalini Singh’s books I think these should definitely be on any avid paranormal romance reader’s TBR list.<\/p>\n

For more information and her traveling diaries go to Nalini Singh’s website: www.nalinisingh.com<\/a>.\u00a0 For more information about the Guild Hunter or the Psy\/Changeling series you can go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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