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Night Shift is now out worldwide! I absolutely adored writing Bastien and Kirby's story and hope you fall in love with it, too!

We have a bumper newsletter for you this month, packed full of goodies. Included are:

-The blurb and excerpt for Rock Hard, featuring an ex-rugby player turned CEO and a woman who thinks of herself as a shy, unconfident mouse.

-The new cover for Slave to Sensation.

-The cover and blurb for Shards of Hope, the next Psy-Changeling book.

-A brand new Rock Courtship memo.

-And an exclusive Psy-Changeling short story!

Happy reading. :-)

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March 10th (worldwide)

Rock Hard Blurb & Excerpt

ROCK HARD (A Rock Kiss Novel)

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In New York Times Bestselling author Nalini Singh’s newest contemporary romance, passion ignites between a gorgeous, sinfully sexy man who built himself up from nothing and a shy woman who has a terrible secret in her past…

Wealthy businessman Gabriel Bishop rules the boardroom with the same determination and ruthlessness that made him a rock star on the rugby field. He knows what he wants, and he’ll go after it no-holds-barred.

And what he wants is Charlotte Baird.

Charlotte knows she’s a mouse. Emotionally scarred and painfully shy, she just wants to do her job and remain as invisible as possible. But the new CEO—a brilliant, broad-shouldered T-Rex of a man who growls and storms through the office, leaving carnage in his wake—clearly has other plans. Plans that may be equal parts business and bedroom.

If Charlotte intends to survive this battle of wits and hearts, the mouse will have to learn to wrangle the T-Rex. Game on.

Excerpt

(This excerpt is also now in back of the ebooks of both Rock Addiction and Rock Courtship.)

“Charlie, did you hear?”

Put on guard by the awed shock in Tuck’s tone, she said, “What?”

“Anya,” he whispered, eyes all but popping out of his head and dark blond hair disheveled. “He fired Anya.”

Charlotte collapsed into her chair, her knees like jelly. “Oh, no.” If Anya was gone, she had to be next. She jumped a foot when her phone rang even as the thought passed through her head.

“Ms. Baird. In my office.”

Hanging up with trembling hands, she pushed up her glasses and told herself she could deal with T-Rex and the chopping block. After all, she’d survived far worse. That’s what she had to remember. She’d survived. “I have to go upstairs,” she said to Tuck.

The nineteen-year-old’s face telegraphed his distress. “God, Charlie.”

“It’s okay. I’ll come see you afterward.” If she was even allowed back on the floor and not just shown the door.

People didn’t stare at her this time. She might’ve taken that for a vote of confidence if not for the funereal gloom on their faces when they glanced at her out of the corners of their eyes. Most of them had already been through the gauntlet, come out safe on the other side.

Most of them weren’t in a redundant position.

The walk upstairs and down the corridor felt like it took an eon, and then she was entering the T-Rex’s den, his door having been open. He was standing with his back to the glass wall with its incredible view, his cell phone to his ear. Today’s suit was a deep charcoal-gray paired with a steel gray shirt and a charcoal tie. Austere and dark, it threw his features into stark relief.

Gabriel Bishop was a gorgeous man.

Charlotte could admit that in the privacy of her own mind. Too big and muscled and dangerous, but gorgeous. Like a tiger was gorgeous. Right before it ate you.

Walking over to his desk, still involved in a discussion that—from the context—she guessed was with one of their South Island store managers, he picked up a cup of takeout coffee and held it out to her. She took it on a surge of hope. Despite her thoughts when they’d first met, T-Rex didn’t have a policy of offering his victims a last meal—or last drink. Since she wasn’t sure her jelly knees would continue to support her, she took a seat while he paced and talked.

When she girded herself to sip at his version of coffee, having glimpsed the tar-black stuff in the open takeout cup on his side of the desk, she found her taste buds blooming. He’d given her a frothy, creamy latte—one of her favorites.

At this point, Charlotte had given up guessing how he knew things. But surely he wasn’t planning to fire her... unless he got off on being cruel. On raising hopes only to dash them. There were men like that. She knew. God, she knew.

Stomach a ball of ice between one thought and the next, she held on desperately to the cup as he ended the call and pinned her with his gaze. “Ms. Baird, we need to have a serious discussion about your future.”

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Slave to Sensation - New Cover

Slave to Sensation will be re-released mid next year with this brand new cover. I'm not sure exactly when the new cover will start shipping, but I'll let you know once I do!

I have and will always have a soft spot for my purple guy (from the original cover) - he was my first ever paranormal cover and I love him, but look at those eyes in the new cover, that primal intensity. So very, very alpha of the pack. Pure dangerous gorgeousness!

For those of you who haven't yet read Slave to Sensation, here's the blurb. You can find an excerpt on my website, as well as the original (and current) cover.

SLAVE TO SENSATION

Nalini Singh

Dive into a world torn apart by a powerful race with phenomenal powers of the mind—and none of the heart…

In a world that denies emotions, where the ruling Psy punish any sign of desire, Sascha Duncan must conceal the feelings that brand her as flawed. To reveal them would be to sentence herself to the horror of “rehabilitation”— the complete psychic erasure of everything she ever was….

Both human and animal, Lucas Hunter is a Changeling hungry for the very sensations the Psy disdain. After centuries of uneasy co-existence, these two races are now on the verge of war over the brutal murders of several Changeling women. Lucas is determined to find the Psy killer who butchered his packmate, and Sascha is his ticket into their closely guarded society. But he soon discovers that this ice-cold Psy is very capable of passion—and that the animal in him is fascinated by her. Caught between their conflicting worlds, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities—or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation…

Exclusive Extra: Rock Courtship Memo

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As thanks to all of you for supporting the release of my new series, I decided to write some fun extra material. I hope you enjoy. :-)

This memo is from Thea to David, in response to David's memo from the previous newsletter. If you missed that, you can read it here.

This memo exchange slots into the second half of Rock Courtship.

Reasons You Will Appear on MZ Talk

In which I, Thea Arsana, lay out the reasons why you, David Rivera, are going to be on MZ Talk in a week’s time.

Firstly, while the host does in fact have the hots for Noah, she also has the hots for you. I believe she called you “swoonalicious” in her review of the band’s current album. No taking-off-of-the-shirt will be required. In fact, I strictly prohibit this. That view is mine.

Secondly, Noah, Abe, & Fox have all run the MZ Talk gauntlet. All three have threatened me with various forms of retaliation if I book them back onto the show anytime in the next year. You’re the only one left. I can’t be accused of favoritism, can I? (Even though you are absolutely my favorite. xoxo)

Thirdly, this episode is dedicated to the best drummers in the business today. You are the best, and while MZ Talk may make your head explode, it will also do incredible things for your profile.

To counter your inevitable rebuttal that you don’t give a damn about your profile, I say tough luck. You and the others shouldn’t have hired me if you wanted a publicist you could ignore—try that and we’ll be having a serious personal discussion.

Furthermore, I refuse to permit a show with a reach as big as MZ Talk to go on air talking about the best drummers in the business without you being on there. You can drum rings around the other guests. So grab the sticks and be ready for the car to pick you up at six on the night.

Fourthly, as I will be in that car, we can get started on our thirty-six hours straight away. I will also attend the filming session and I’ll make sure to extract you before your head does in fact explode. Trust me, Mr. Rivera. I find the host’s sense of humor execrable too.

After the filming, we can disappear for the next thirty-four hours. I’ll even turn off my phone and have my assistant deal with anything that arises. The guys can just bang on your bus door if they need me urgently. As for the dancing... I want to do it right this instant. I’m sitting in my office, and all I can see is us dancing.

Yes, David, I’ll dance with you. And when you’re back in L.A., we’ll dance in my office. I want to have that memory for the next tour, want to remember us laughing in each other’s arms in this room. I want to bury my nose in your neck and breathe you in, want to feel your stubble catch at my hair as your arms hold me tight, want to hear your voice in the cocoon of the dance.

In conclusion: I believe I’ve proven that it’s in both your best interest and mine for you to appear on MZ Talk. I’ll be waiting to dance with you.

Want to know more about David and Thea? Click here

June 2nd 2015 (North America)

Shards of Hope (out June 2015)

That cover!!!! How incredibly amazing is it?!! And here's the blurb!

The “smoldering heat, epic romance, and awesome action” of Nalini Singh’s New York Times bestselling series continues as two Arrows find themselves caught in a chilling conspiracy that spans all three races…

Awakening wounded in a darkened cell, their psychic abilities blocked, Aden and Zaira know they must escape. But when the lethal soldiers break free from their mysterious prison, they find themselves in a harsh, inhospitable landscape far from civilization. Their only hope for survival is to make it to the hidden home of a predatory changeling pack that doesn’t welcome outsiders.

And they must survive. A shadowy enemy has put a target on the back of the Arrow squad, an enemy that cannot be permitted to succeed in its deadly campaign. Aden will cross any line to keep his people safe for this new future, where even an assassin might have hope of a life beyond blood and death and pain. Zaira has no such hope. She knows she’s too damaged to return from the abyss. Her driving goal is to protect Aden, protect the only person who has ever come back for her no matter what.

This time, even Aden’s passionate determination may not be enough—because the emotionless chill of Silence existed for a reason. For the violent, and the insane, and the irreparably broken…like Zaira.

Exclusive Extra: Free Psy-Changeling Short Story

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Author’s Note: This short story fits in between Play of Passion and Kiss of Snow, but if you haven’t yet read the series or those books, it does also stand on its own. Enjoy!

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by Nalini Singh

Clay wiped his hand across his brow to stop the sweat dripping into his eyes as he and Tally finished nailing up the final board. “Done,” he said with a quiet sense of satisfaction, stepping back from the extensions to the aerie. The changes they’d made when Jon and Noor originally moved in with them worked, but with Jon growing, Clay and Talin had decided he needed a little more privacy. Since they were already doing those renovations, it had been easy enough to complete a couple of other small modifications at the same time.

Noor’s room remained in the main aerie and on the same level as Clay and Talin’s room so she could run down the short corridor and snuggle into bed with them if a nightmare struck. Those nightmares enraged Clay for what they betrayed of the hurt done the child who was now his, but they were decreasing in frequency. Tamsyn and Sascha both thought Noor was healing in the loving atmosphere of the pack and of their home; Clay heard daily proof of that healing in her laughter.

The little girl was the sweet, affectionate heart of their home. She’d started calling Talin and Clay, Mommy and Papa two months earlier and each time she did, Clay felt as if he’d been given a gift. Tally had broken down in happy tears that first time, though his mate with her soft heart had managed to keep it together until Noor was out of earshot.

As for Jon, for a teenage boy, he had incredible patience with her. Yesterday, Clay had seen him carefully drinking tea from a tiny dolls cup just to make Noor happy, as Clay had once done with Tally.

He had a feeling Noor would always be able to count on her adopted big brother for anything. That brother’s new room perched on a sturdy spray of branches a short ways away from the main aerie, but was connected to it by a walkway Talin had warned the teenager would be in regular use.

“Don’t think you can get up to shenanigans in there,” she’d said with a scowl.

Jon, aware she was all bark and no bite when it came to those she loved, had kissed her on the cheek, the striking violet of his eyes alight in mischief. “Finally, a bachelor pad where I can bring all my girlfriends and have wild parties.”

Clay knew Jon would never betray their trust in him. The kid had had some hiccups settling in, but that was long past—he was all DarkRiver now and Clay knew he’d do the pack proud. Any trouble he got into was nothing out of the ordinary for DarkRiver kids his age. As for sneaking up girls, well, he was a teenage boy. Clay grinned, and putting his arm around Tally, drew her to his side. “Happy?”

“So happy.” She hugged him tight, her smile brilliant. “I’m glad we decided to do this last bit ourselves.”

Clay was too. Dorian and Vaughn had helped out with the planning and the majority of the building, but Clay had wanted this moment to be private, between him and the woman who was his best friend as well as his lover and his mate. Reaching over, he rubbed a speck of dirt off her cheek, exposing the gold of her freckles. It was instinct to kiss those freckles, her laughter wrapping around him.

His leopard arched, batting playfully at the scent of her, so familiar, so necessary to his existence. Every day he woke to her scent, and every night when he fell asleep, it was with the touch of her skin against his own. Now, she gripped his hips and stood on tip-toe to pepper his face with kisses, as affectionate as a kitten. Noor might still be healing, but Tally and Clay had completed the journey and together, were building their future as they’d built this home—with a love nothing could ever break.

Leopard delighted at the petting, he bent to make the task easier for her.

“Shall we go pick up the kids?” she asked in between kisses.

Stroking his hands up and down her back, he nodded. “I missed the hooligans today.” Noor was determined to help and considered herself the “Holder of the Nails,” while Jon had put in hard labor with the men. The only reason they weren’t here right now was that Clay and Talin had wanted to surprise the both of them with special gifts.

They’d bought Noor a brand new princess bed, canopy and all—it had been a mission to get it up the levels of the aerie. As for Jon, Tally had asked the boy if he wanted to decorate his own place and he’d picked out what he wanted, but they’d bought him a small comm screen of his own as a reward for the excellent grades he’d made at school over the past twelve months.

Noor was so excited when she saw her bed that she couldn’t breathe or speak. “Oh, oh.” Running across the room, she patted the bedspread, touched the curtains that were currently tied to the posters on each corner, and physically pushed Jon away when he teased her he’d like to lie in it and mess it up.

Allowing himself to be “pushed” by the five-and-a-half year old, Jon began to pick up her soft toys from the shelf to the left of the bed and arrange them against the pillows. Noor decided that was acceptable, though she did direct him to put certain toys next to certain other toys, “because they’re friends.”

Jon was more teenage-boy in his appreciation of his own gift. Slouching down in the comfortable old armchair he’d brought in from the main aerie, he thrust a hand through the white gold of his hair and grinned. “Awesome.”

Noor, leaning against the side of the armchair with both hands so she could peer at the screen, made a face. “It’s not as nice as my bed.” A worried look. “You can come in my room if you like. I’ll let you sit on the bed.”

Laughing at the generous offer, Jon scooped her up and plopped her in his lap. “Watch this, Noorel Squirrel.” He flicked the comm screen to a cartoon Noor loved and had her immediate attention. “Bet you want to come to my room now.”

Noor gave a decisive shake of her head, her ponytail—which she insisted on having just like Tally’s—bouncing. “No way. My bed is the most beautifulest ever.”

Standing in the doorway, watching the children in his care and in his heart, while his smiling mate stood in front of him, her back against his chest, Clay’s leopard purred in utter contentment. “Come on,” he murmured in Tally’s ear as he ran his hand along her ponytail. “They’ll be busy for a while yet.”

Her response was immediate, the scent of her a hot caress. Turning, she slipped her hand into his and they snuck away, secretive as teenagers themselves. Young, Clay thought as he locked the bedroom door behind them, he felt so young when he was with Tally. So full of possibility and hope and faith in the future. Then she shrugged off her shirt while watching him with a smile in those gray eyes ringed with amber, and there was no more thought, only a hot, slow loving between two lovers who knew each other down to the soul.

If you enjoyed this short story and would like to know more about Clay and Talin, their book is titled Mine to Possess. Follow this link to read an excerpt!

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