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Welcome to the Newsletter!

To read this in your browser, click this link.

How is it October already?! It's spring in New Zealand and so far, that's meant rain and more rain. But the bonus is that everything is gorgeously green and blooming.

I have lots of exciting things for you in this newsletter.

First up is a long advanced excerpt from Archangel's Heart, out in under a month!

Plus, I have some news about Silver Silence.

And, last but definitely not least, I have information about two of my books that are on sale for a limited time only.

Important: This newsletter is so packed that we couldn't fit in everything. There will be an extra newsletter coming out next week with a free Guild Hunter short story and a super advanced Psy-Changeling excerpt.


p.s. The cover above is the French edition of Shards of Hope.

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Silver Silence: A Psy-Changeling Trinity Novel

As the blurb for Silver Silence won't be available for a little while, I've spoken to my editor and received the go-ahead to release a super early excerpt.

It's going to be very short, since I'm still in the middle of writing the book and many things may change, but it will introduce you to the hero.

As I mentioned in the introduction to this newsletter, I'll send out the excerpt next Tuesday, in a special edition newsletter. Just remember, it will be SHORT, basically taking the place of the blurb. I don't want any of you disappointed!

I've just finished the second draft of the book and will begin working on the third draft this week (I do a lot of drafts!).

If you missed the announcement about Silver Silence and Psy-Changeling Trinity, you can read it here.

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Slave to Sensation Sale

Slave to Sensation is for sale in the US and Canada for the first time ever (in ten years!!). It's currently $1.99 for the ebook.

The sale price is currently showing up on Kindle and Kobo, but other retailers should be following shortly, so keep an eye on your favorite e-store.

This is a strictly limited time sale, so if you've been meaning to get a copy, grab it now. And tell everyone you know!!!

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Book 1 of the Rock Kiss Series

Rock Addiction Sale (Worldwide)

Rock Addiction is available for free worldwide on iBooks, Kindle, Nook, & Kobo (all for a limited time).

Happy reading if you haven't yet met Fox and Molly! As always, please remember this is hot contemporary romance, very different from my paranormals. :)

iBooks Promotion in Australia & NZ

Also, Rock Addiction is currently part of iBooks' "First in a Series Free" promotion in Australia and New Zealand.

There are lots of great series starters available for free, including The Autumn Bride by one of my favorite historical authors, Anne Gracie. Her The Perfect Rake is on my all-time keeper shelf! I love it so much I even did a Goodreads review for it!

And if you haven't tried Ann Cleeves' Shetland mysteries, the first book, Raven Black, is also free.

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Allegiance of Honor Out Now

Writing 101 Videos

I've recently posted three writing videos answering some frequently asked writing questions. I hope you find them useful! I'll be doing more videos when I have some time.

Video #1: This video's for those of you who are starting out writing, addressing the question: "How do you write a book? Can you teach me how to start?"

Video #2: This video deals with the question of writing speed/how long it takes to write a book.

Video #3: This is where I talk about plotting, pantsing (organic writing!), and your own method. :) p.s. Taped on the same day as the two previous videos! I do have other clothes. I'll wear them in the next set of videos :D

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Book Recommendation

I recently read Forget Tomorrow by Pintip Dunn. She's created an awesome dark world where everyone receives a future memory on their 17th birthday that determines the course of their life. But what if your future memory shows you murdering someone you love?!

I had such a great time reading this book! It's a young adult novel but even if you're not a YA reader, grab a sample/excerpt and give this a go!

HBAF Festival

Upcoming Appearance - New Zealand

Hawke's Bay Arts Festival
Saturday October 15th, 11:00am-12:00pm
Pacific Crystal Palace Spiegeltent
(Havelock North Village Green, 35 Te Mata Road, Festival site access from Napier Road)

Back in the day, books aimed at a female audience were tagged ‘cozy’ ‘a beach read’ a ‘cardy read’.

Even today, books are likely to be marketed to female audiences as ‘romance’ or ‘chick-lit’, and to male audiences as a ‘thriller’. Are we diminishing great writing by forcing it into gender distinctions? Lizzie Russell leads international best selling authors Nalini Singh and Charity Norman in a discussion of historically annoying distinctions, along with their work and life experiences.

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November 1st (North America)

Exclusive Extra: Advance Excerpt From ARCHANGEL'S HEART

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Advance Excerpt from ARCHANGEL'S HEART - out November

By Nalini Singh

“We all know Her Creepiness isn’t dead.” Elena’s lip curled at the thought of the archangel who’d sought to rain death on New York, and whose reborn were shambling mockeries of life. “That would be too easy.”

“Regardless, something must be done.” Raphael’s face was all brutally clean lines, his expression that of a being who was one of the most powerful in the world. “Xi is keeping Lijuan’s territory in check, the vampires under control, but for all his strength, he is no archangel. China is beginning to fray at the edges.”

Elena had no need to ask him how he knew—Jason was the best spymaster in the Cadre and he called Raphael sire. “You’re worried about bloodlust?” Powerful vampires like Raphael’s second, Dmitri, had iron control over their urge to feed, but the newer, younger vamps? Control was a gossamer-thin thread held in place by fear of the archangels.

Elena’s mother and two older sisters were dead because a vampire had broken the leash and turned into a ravening monster.

Belle would never again throw a baseball because of Slater Patalis. Ari would never again scold then kiss Elena when she ran so fast that she fell and bloodied her knee.

And Marguerite Deveraux would never again laugh with her husband.

A husband who had died the day Marguerite took her life and who was now a man Elena barely recognized. Jeffrey might be walking and breathing, might even have another beautiful, intelligent wife, but he was no longer the man Marguerite had known, no longer the father Elena had loved before it all went so horribly wrong. Elena’s two much younger half sisters knew a stern, unsmiling, and distant father when Elena had known a father who’d once blown soap bubbles with her for an hour just because it made her happy.

I see memories in your eyes, Elena.

Raphael’s voice was the crash of the sea, the crisp bite of the wind in her mind.

They’re part of me. She’d accepted that, no longer fought them when they surfaced. And in return, the nightmares came less and less. Some nights, she still heard the blood dripping to the floor, still felt terror clutch her in a clawed fist until she woke sweat-soaked with her heart a painful drum in her chest, but other nights, she dreamed of racing through the house to hide behind her mother after Belle found her in her room.

“I was a bratty little sister sometimes,” she told the man who was her eternity. “I just wanted so much to be like my sisters that I’d sneak into their rooms and try on their shoes, their clothes, even if they didn’t fit.”

Raphael touched the back of his hand to her cheek. “Such is the way of younger siblings everywhere, is it not?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Her lips kicked up, though sadness was an iron hammer on her soul. “Belle was so hot-tempered. She’d threaten me with all sorts of things . . . then she’d take my hand and lead me to her room and do my nails or brush my hair.” Her oldest sister had possessed a wildly generous heart under the temper.

“I didn’t bother Ariel as much,” Elena added. “She was calmer, quieter, but she had this mischievous sense of humor only people who really knew her ever saw.” Memories cascaded through her, of helping Ari pull pranks, of sitting close to her sister’s warmth while she read a story aloud, of the stunning turquoise of Ari’s eyes.

Smile deepening as the wind rippled through her hair, she took a breath, released it. “I wish I could talk to Jeffrey sometimes,” she admitted. “He has so many of the same memories, things Beth wasn’t old enough to remember.” Her younger sister had been only five when Slater Patalis murdered Belle and Ari, and mortally wounded Marguerite’s soul.

He’d tortured her, too, but it was being made helpless while her daughters were brutalized that had broken Elena’s mother. “It’d be nice just to sit and talk about our family.” Instead, all they had between them were broken shards of grief and guilt and loss.

The blue of Raphael’s eyes turned dangerous. “He doesn’t deserve to carry the title of father.”

“Ah but we don’t choose our parents, do we, Archangel?” If anyone understood the complex emotions that tied her to her father, it was Raphael. His own mother had gone insane, murdered thousands, then risen over a millennia later apparently sane—and full of love for the child she’d once left shattered and bleeding in a remote field distant from any civilization.

“No,” Raphael admitted. “And I have promised not to kill Jeffrey, so let’s talk about something else before I forget my vow.”

“Fair enough.” At times, thinking of her father was enough to turn Elena homicidal, too. “Getting back to Lijuan—whether she’s dead or not matters less than the fact she’s vanished from sight?”

A short nod. “Bloodlust has already begun to rise, though only in isolated patches. According to the report Jason sent in an hour ago, a small kiss of vampires massacred an entire village four days past.”

Elena’s spine went stiff. “Xi have the kiss under control?” The angel was Lijuan’s most trusted general and a power in his own right—though he was nowhere near as powerful on his own as he was when Lijuan was feeding him energy. “Shit. Is Xi displaying signs of being cut off from Lijuan?”

“Jason has been unable to confirm either way, but Xi did eliminate the kiss very quickly.”
Raphael’s tone cooled. “He can’t keep it up, however. No one who is not Cadre can. And these incidents are only the start—let it go and the vampires will swarm a blood red infestation across China.” His voice was so cold that she found herself running her hand firmly down the edge of his wing in a silent reminder that he wasn’t only an archangel, distant and lethal; he was her lover, the man who owned her heart and whose own belonged to her.

Raphael’s expression didn’t change, his voice still chilly, but he moved his wing so she could caress more of it. “If Lijuan rises again, new decisions will be made, but for the time being, we must work on the assumption that she overextended her new abilities to the point that she caused herself significant damage.” He nodded in greeting at a passing squadron. “I do not believe her dead any more than you do, but I do think she may have chosen to Sleep.”

And when an angel chose to Sleep, it could be centuries or millennia before they awoke. Caliane had Slept for more than a thousand years, and that was barely a drop in the ocean. “I guess I better pack for the Refuge then.” Raphael’s earlier words had made it clear he wouldn’t be asking her to remain behind in New York, as he had more than once before.

At first, she’d fought the restraint, frustratingly conscious that he wanted her safe within the borders of his territory rather than in danger by his side. Later, she’d come to understand that, at certain times, Raphael needed his consort to be visible in the heart of his territory while he was gone. It settled people, because surely no archangel would leave his consort behind were the storm clouds of war gathering on the horizon?

“It’ll be nice to see Jessamy and Galen again,” she said. “Naasir and Andi, too.” Venom was also still at the Refuge, but Elena didn’t know the snake-eyed vampire as well as she did the others.

Raphael’s response was unexpected. “I’m afraid we will have to wait to see our people at the Refuge. This meeting will be held on neutral ground, with no access to any strongholds or armies. Each archangel can bring their consort should they have one, plus one other.”

Elena felt like she was racing to catch up. “I didn’t know there was any other neutral ground.” The world was sharply delineated into areas of archangelic control. The Refuge alone stood separate.

“There are a rare few small areas,” Raphael told her. “Mere acres in each case. In this particular circumstance, it is the land that was given over to the Luminata so long ago that no one knows the names of those on the Cadre that made the decree.”


“Lumia, the Luminata stronghold, stands in the land your grandmother called home.”

“Morocco?” Delight kicked her bloodstream. “I love Morocco!” Though she had no ties there, she’d passed through the country during her days as a single hunter, felt its heartbeat sync with her own, as if her blood recognized the hot, desert land filled with a stark, golden beauty.

“From the covert flyover I did when I was a youth,” Raphael told her with a smile, “Lumia is located on a hilly rise, an elegant stronghold that has stood for eons. There are no roads to break up the wilderness that surrounds it—to visit Lumia, you must have wings or you must brave a harsh trek made no less difficult by the high walls on the very edges of their land.”

Elena was about to ask him to tell her more when her brain finally clicked. “Hold on,” she said with a scowl, placing her hands on her hips again. “Yeah, people can’t bring armies but Charisemnon’s will be closer than anyone else’s.” The disease-causing and cowardly bastard responsible for the horror of the Falling, an event that had seen New York’s angels plummet to the earth in an agony of fear and suffering and death, was the Archangel of Northern Africa.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Raphael’s own anger was frost in the air. “But Titus will no doubt mass his army on Charisemnon’s border when he leaves for the meeting, forcing Charisemnon to do the same or leave his border open to Titus.”

“I always knew I liked Titus.” Elena bared her teeth. “When do we leave?”

“Unless one of the Cadre refuses to attend, we go on the dawn.”

© Copyright 2016 by Nalini Singh

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