Archangel’s Sun

Coming November 2020

  • Excerpt

    Today, however, her body had awakened with a vengeance, sexual need punching through her hard and brutal. For Titus, a man even more beautiful than Aegaeon. Though she still didn’t understand the superlatives about his charm. Titus was too blunt a hammer.

    A fact he demonstrated to good effect when he said, “Are you wearing anything under that tunic? If you are, I suggest getting rid of the tunic. Reborn fluids tend to be disgusting in the extreme even when they dry—they grow black mold.”

    Sharine hesitated; she was wearing a garment Tanicia had called a singlet. Soft and shaped to Sharine’s body, the white item held her average-size breasts in place, the wing slits closed with small enclosures. But never in her life had she worn anything so revealing as outerwear.

    She shifted on her feet . . . and got a whiff of her own odor.

    Stomach threatening to turn itself inside out, she reached back to undo the wing slits on her tunic, then pulled the garment over her head and threw it into the flames. “I liked that tunic,” she muttered. “Now I only have one. My entire wardrobe in your stronghold is filled with dresses and gowns.” She scowled at him, careful to keep her eyes strictly to his face.

    His square-jawed and rough-edged and altogether-too-handsome face.

    “Don’t talk to me of gowns and clothing,” he grumbled. “I’m a warrior, not your dresser.”

    “And how do your clothes appear, my lord Archangel? By magic?”

    He threw back his head and roared to the sky, his shoulders bunched and his hands clenched as hard as his jaw. The sound was thunder that made the birds take flight from the trees and her own bones vibrate . . . but not in fear.

    Holding her ground, her heart pounding, she met his gaze without flinching.

    “I respect my people.” His eyes flashed. “That means I leave them to their duties. My steward should be able to point you to the right person.”

    “Thank you for your kindness in sharing that information,” she said, not sure why she was taking such pleasure in antagonizing him—never in all her existence had she behaved this way; it was oddly exhilarating. “I’m sure I wouldn’t have figured that out for myself.”

    Titus stared at her, just stared at her. “Tell me the truth—have you taken up drinking some concoction that turns a sane woman into a shrew?” It was a solemn question and maybe that was why the meaning of it took a moment to penetrate.

    She bared her teeth at him, feeling . . . free. For so many years, she’d been caged. Caged inside her parents’ rules, then her own fears, then inside her broken mind. For the first time since she’d begun to store memories, she didn’t—what was that statement she’d heard one of the young townswomen say?—yes, that was it: she did not give a crap. And it was glorious.

    “Men who call strong women shrews,” she said in a tone formed of sugar syrup and molasses, “are often men scared of a woman’s strength.”

    “My mother,” he enunciated with care, “was First General to an archangel. I was born with a respect for female strength.”

    “If you say so.” She brushed imaginary dirt off her arms, then walked around to the other side of the bonfire. “I’ll keep an eye on this side.”

    Through the curtain of flame, he was a big and powerful and infuriated man standing with his hands on his hips and his chest bare. His eyes pinned her to the spot as the fire began to die down—or they made the attempt in any case, his eyebrows drawn together in a glower.

    Sharine smiled at him. She felt zero fear. All her life, she’d been afraid in one way or the other, but it was as if she’d gone through a fire of her own and come out reborn. On the other hand, the latter wasn’t the best choice of word, especially with her skin hot from the heat of a fire built to turn the reborn to ash.

    Shedding of the skin, remaking, resurrection, they were all just words. What mattered was that she was becoming someone new, a woman she’d always had the potential to be—an angel of whom her son could be proud . . . and an angel who could look herself in the mirror and smile.

  • “…readers will relish watching this charismatic and surprisingly playful partnership grow.”

    – Publishers Weekly

    Archangel’s Sun takes you on an emotional journey in so many ways that I could not even begin to list them all, but the journey is well worth traveling.”

    – Joyfully Reviewed

    “Overall I found Archangel’s Sun to be a thrilling and laugh out loud dialogue that has you eager for more and flipping through the pages as fast as you can read them…a stunning addition to a powerhouse of a series!”

    – Addicted to Romance

  • For the Complete Chronological Reading Order, click here.

    1. Angels’ Blood
    2. Archangel’s Kiss
    3. Archangel’s Consort
    4. Archangel’s Blade
    5. Archangel’s Storm
    6. Archangel’s Legion
    7. Archangel’s Shadows
    8. Archangel’s Enigma
    9. Archangel’s Heart
    10. Archangel’s Viper
    11. Archangel’s Prophecy
    12. Archangel’s War
    13. Archangel’s Sun

    Guild Hunter Novellas

    1. Angels’ Pawn (available as an e-book on its own, and as part of Angels’ Flight)
    2. “Angels’ Judgment” in Angels’ Flight (originally part of the Must Love Hellhounds anthology)
    3. “Angel’s Wolf” in Angels’ Flight (originally part of the Angels of Darkness anthology)
    4. “Angels’ Dance” in Angels’ Flight

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Book 13: the Guild Hunter series

A horrifying secret rises in the aftermath of an archangelic war in New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s deadly and beautiful Guild Hunter world…

The Archangel of Death and the Archangel of Disease may be gone but their legacy of evil lives on—especially in Africa, where the shambling, rotting creatures called the reborn have gained a glimmer of vicious intelligence.

It is up to Titus, archangel of this vast continent, to stop the reborn from spreading across the world. Titus can’t do it alone, but of the surviving powerful angels and archangels, large numbers are wounded, while the rest are fighting a surge of murderous vampires.

There is no one left…but the Hummingbird. Old, powerful, her mind long a broken kaleidoscope. Now, she must stand at Titus’s side against a tide of death upon a discovery more chilling than any other. For the Archangel of Disease has left them one last terrible gift…

The Guild Hunter series



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