Archangel's Storm (Guild Hunter Series #5)

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Enter New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s darkly beautiful world of archangels and immortal power, as a pact is sealed between two souls bound by blood, stirred by desire, and driven by vengeance…

With wings of midnight and an affinity for shadows, Jason courts darkness. But now, with the Archangel Neha’s consort lying murdered in the jewel-studded palace that was his prison and her rage threatening cataclysmic devastation, Jason ...

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Overview

Enter New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh’s darkly beautiful world of archangels and immortal power, as a pact is sealed between two souls bound by blood, stirred by desire, and driven by vengeance…

With wings of midnight and an affinity for shadows, Jason courts darkness. But now, with the Archangel Neha’s consort lying murdered in the jewel-studded palace that was his prison and her rage threatening cataclysmic devastation, Jason steps into the light, knowing he must unearth the murderer before it is too late.

Earning Neha’s trust comes at a price—Jason must tie himself to her bloodline through the Princess Mahiya, a woman with secrets so dangerous, she trusts no one. Least of all an enemy spymaster.

With only their relentless hunt for a violent, intelligent killer to unite them, Jason and Mahiya embark on a quest that leads to a centuries-old nightmare… and to the dark storm of an unexpected passion that threatens to drench them both in blood.

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“[A] powerful, riveting novel. I found myself wholly absorbed.”—Dear Author

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425246580
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 9/4/2012
  • Series: Guild Hunter Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 138,098
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Nalini Singh

Nalini Singh is passionate about writing. Though she’s traveled as far afield as the deserts of China and the temples of Japan, it is the journey of the imagination that fascinates her the most. She’s beyond delighted to be able to follow her dream as a writer.

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Hush

Jason didn’t know how long he’d been hiding in the dark place in the ground where his mother had put him, telling him to “hush.” He’d waited so long, hadn’t even crawled out when his stomach hurt with hunger, but she hadn’t returned as she’d promised, and his wings were cramped and hurting from the small space, his face wet with tears.

She knew he hated the dark. Why had she put him in the dark?

The sticky dampness that had dripped through the floorboards above, it covered him, the taste of it thick and ripe in the air. The smell made him nauseous, and he knew he couldn’t stay here any longer, even if his mother was disappointed by his disobedience. Stretching his stiff limbs as far as he was able in the confined space, his wings still crumpled, he pushed up on the trapdoor, but it wouldn’t budge.

He didn’t cry out, had learned to never ever cry out.

“You mustn’t make a sound, Jason. Promise me.”

Digging his feet into the earth, he pushed and pushed and pushed until a tiny crack of smudgy light appeared at the edge of the door, the handwoven mat above thin enough not to blot out the sunshine. Whatever was blocking the trapdoor was heavy, but he was able to wedge his fingers under the lip of the door, touch the mat he’d helped his mother weave after they’d collected the leaves from the flax bushes. It felt rough against his knuckles as he pushed his hand through to the wrist, and the trapdoor hurt when it came down on that wrist, but he knew his bones wouldn’t break—his mother had told him he was a strong immortal, that he’d already grown deeper into his power than she had by the time of her hundredth birthday.

“So strong, my baby boy. The best of both of us.”

He didn’t know how long it took to wedge his other hand under the lip of the trapdoor, to twist his body around in the hole, the skin rubbing off his wrists, until he was holding the edge and pushing it up. He just knew he didn’t stop until he shoved hard enough to slide off the blockage, the mat sliding away with it. The door came open with a dull thud, as if it had landed on something soft. Chest heaving and arms sore, he had to wait to attempt to climb out, and even then, his hands slipped, slick with the blood from his torn-up wrists.

Rubbing them on his pants, he gripped the edge again . . . and sunlight from the sky-window hit his hands.

He froze, remembering the dark and viscous liquid that had dripped onto him while he was trapped in the hole. Crusted and dried and flaky, it had turned into a kind of rust on his skin. Just rust, he tried to think, just rust, but he could no longer fool himself as he had in the dark. It was blood that covered his hands, his hair, his face, stiffened the black of his wings. It was blood that had seeped through the mat and the wooden slats below, to the special hidey-hole his mother had made for him. It was blood that clogged his nostrils with iron as he gasped in ragged breaths.

It was blood that had spilled like water after the screams went quiet.

“No matter what you hear, you mustn’t make a sound. Promise me, Jason. Promise!”

Trembling, he forced himself to stop looking at the rust that wasn’t rust, and pulled himself out of the hole, closing the trapdoor with careful hands—and averted eyes—so it wouldn’t make a noise. And then he stood staring at the wall. He didn’t want to turn and see what lay on the other side, what he’d pushed off the top of the trapdoor. But the wall was splattered with the rust that wasn’t rust, too. Tiny bits of it had begun to flake off, baked by the hot sun pouring in through the sky-window.

Stomach all twisted and his heart a lump, he looked away from the wall and to the floor, but it was streaked with pale brown, his feet having made small prints on the polished wood. The dirt inside the hole hadn’t been wet. Not until after.

After the screams went quiet.

He closed his eyes, but he could still smell the rust that wasn’t rust.

And he knew he had to turn around.

Had to see.

1

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.

The grounds of the Archangel Raphael’s 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. A scene in which one of the most powerful vampires in the world took a Guild hunter for his bride.

That Honor loved Dmitri was in no doubt. It didn’t 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.

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’ 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.

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.

“He cannot deal with the Cadre if he is leashed,” 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.

Elena was Raphael’s consort, and Raphael was Jason’s liege. Perhaps that was why he felt 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.

Iron rich liquid matting his hair, soaking into his tunic, sticky on his arms.

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. “Don’t you see, Jason?” she said as the bridal couple broke a kiss that had more than one sigh rippling through the crisp morning air. “He is only this Dmitri for Honor.” She joined in the clapping and cheering when Honor and Dmitri turned to the assembled guests, well-wishers moving forward to congratulate them.

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’d been with Dmitri before the ceremony—alongside 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’s 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.

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.

“I understand,” 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.

“You are the perfect spymaster. An intelligent, gifted phantom unaffected by anything he sees.”

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—riches and women trained in the sensual arts; men if that was what he desired—if 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—when Jason wanted a woman, he had a woman. He had no need for anyone to act his procurer.

Elena’s wing shimmered lightly over his as she stretched a little, and he didn’t shift away to break the fleeting contact. In many ways, he was the opposite of Aodhan, the angel so broken, he couldn’t 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’s skin, another’s wing against his own. It was as if all those years, decades, when he hadn’t felt the touch of another sentient being had created a thirst in him that could never be assuaged.

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—scars that led him to embrace the very shadows he’d 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.

“It was a beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?” Elena said, her eyes soft in the way women’s often were at such things.

“Do you wish for one?” Marriage was thought of as a mortal thing, but as today showed, some immortals continued to embrace it—Dmitri had been most insistent on the ceremony.

Startled laughter from Elena. “Raphael and I married above the wreckage of New York, when he fell with me in his arms.”

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’d 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.

For Elena was Raphael’s biggest weakness.

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. “Hello, Zoe, Warrior Goddess in Training.” A kiss on one plump cheek, Zoe’s flower girl dress a confection of lace over Elena’s arm. “Did you give your mom the slip?”

Jason met the child’s 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’s ear. Jason heard what she said, understood none of it, her language that of very small children.

Clearly not at the same disadvantage, Elena glanced at him, silver-gray eyes shining with laughter. “The imp’s coveting more of your feathers for her collection, Jason. I’d be careful.” 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.

Ransom Winterwolf.

Hunter.

It was strange to see so many of the Guild on the grounds of Raphael’s 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.

“Daybreak,” he’d said a bare three hours before sunrise. “We marry at daybreak.”

In those three hours, Elena and the Guild Director had managed to alert every hunter in the New York area who wasn’t 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.

United in their loyalty to Raphael—and to each other—the 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’s mother.

That three of them stood here to witness Dmitri’s wedding, it was an unexpected gift. There were other invited guests of course—the proud staff who ran Raphael’s 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. The well-respected man who’d officiated the ceremony belonged to that family, too, having headed the Guild before passing on the mantle.

Raphael himself had stood at Dmitri’s 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’t 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’s territory. That hadn’t lasted long, and now Dmitri’s lips curved at something Raphael said.

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.

“Thank you,” 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.

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.

“Who will you gift it to?” Jason had asked at the time.

Dmitri’s response had been a sardonic twist of his mouth, the hardness in his eyes akin to the gems he held. “A woman whose spirit dazzles brighter than these stones.”

The necklace had graced none but the honey-skinned neck it now encircled.

“For this amazing dream of a dress,” Honor continued, stroking her hand down the fabric. “I don’t know how you found it so early in the morning. It fits like it was made for me.”

“No thanks are necessary.” So much of life he spent on the sidelines—many times out of choice, sometimes because he didn’t know how to belong—but he’d 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.

“Jason can find anything,” Dmitri said, walking over to slide his arm around Honor’s waist. “The winds talk to him, tell him where to go.”

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

No one will ever believe it.

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’s history books once he arrived at the angelic stronghold that was the Refuge to understand he’d inherited his mother’s “ear,” her ability to sense things happening hundreds of miles away, across oceans and beyond mountains. It was how she’d 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.

“I will write this story down for you, Jason. You must practice your reading.”

He had. Over and over, until the parchment disintegrated, he’d read those stories and the others in the books in the house. Then he’d 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 . . . for a while.

“I’m happy for you, Dmitri,” he said now, allowing the ghosts of the past to fade into the background. “This is my gift to you and your bride.”

As Dmitri glanced down at the small note card Jason passed across, Honor’s second—a long-legged hunter who had unique gifts of her own—came to join Elena and Honor, and the women laughed and began to talk all at once.

“A safe place,” 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. “Where no one will find you.”

Understanding whispered across the sensual lines of Dmitri’s face. Moving a small distance away from the women, he said, “I shouldn’t be surprised at what you know, and yet I am.” He slid the card away. “How certain are you of the security?”

“The house is mine, and no one has found it in two hundred years.” 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. He gave Dmitri the coordinates. Without that, severe damage to the wings as a result of the thick canopy—and the safeguards hidden within—is a distinct possibility.

Dmitri’s eyes gleamed. Good. His next words were spoken aloud. “I didn’t know you had another home in this country.”

“I don’t.” 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’s Archangel Tower home. “You’ll be safe there, and you can be private.” Honor’s 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. “There is no need to take a guard unit.”

“I wouldn’t trust those words coming from anyone’s mouth but yours,” Dmitri said, his face angled toward Honor. “I don’t know when we’ll use your gift. I have her promise . . . but I will not rush her on this.”

“You want to.”

“Yes.” Unvarnished ruthlessness. “But you see, Jason, it appears I have a fatal weakness when it comes to Honor—even should she change her mind and decide to remain mortal, I can’t force her and still live with myself.”

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.

Unlike the others, Jason felt exposed out here in the sunlight, the unrelieved black of his wings a target, but he didn’t 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.

A single word. A name.

Eris.

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’t 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’s sprawling fort. Except for when he’d attempted to escape early on in his captivity, he had not been physically harmed.

Neha loved Eris too much to hurt him.

It was why she hated him so violently for his betrayal.

Eris.

Sliding into the shadows of the trees that edged Raphael’s 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—unlike some angels of old, and though his chosen weapon remained a sword, Jason did not abhor the modern world.

Now, he saw that he had a number of missed calls that must’ve come in during the ceremony, while his phone had been in silent mode. All were from Samira—she was a servant with clearance to work in Neha’s private quarters, and technically his highest-ranking spy in the other archangel’s court, though Jason had his doubts about her continued efficacy. “Samira,” he said when the call was answered. “What has happened?”

“Eris is dead.” A hushed whisper. “Murdered inside his palace.”

“When?”

“I don’t know, but he was found an hour ago. Neha has not left the body. Mahiya is by her side.”

Jason 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’s bloodline. That relationship was accepted knowledge, but the facts behind it had long been buried. Many in Neha’s own court chose not to remember, not to see the truth—that Mahiya had been born of Nivriti, sister to Neha and dead as long as her child had been alive.

No terrible secret that . . . except if you knew the name of Mahiya’s father.

Eris.

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  • Posted September 6, 2012

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    Every time I think this series can¿t get any better it does! Ar

    Every time I think this series can’t get any better it does! Archangel's Storm is Spymaster Jason’s story. Jason is one of Raphael’s seven. Jason has always been some what of a mystery as befits his job. He is a gorgeous loner doing what he needs to get the job done. In Archangel's Storm we find out why dark angel Jason is the way he is and find someone who may bring some light into his life. As a spymaster and one of Raphael’s seven you expect this hero to be smart but Jason strikes me as more than clever he is really intelligent. I love a smart hero. Mahiya is not your average heroine either. She isn’t blond and voluptuous or brunette and perky. She is ethnic and quiet and a smart foil for our somber hero. And then there is the mystery of who is killing off members of Neha’s court including her consort. Another fantastic read from Nalini Singh

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  • Posted September 16, 2012

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    I absolutely loved this book! I have been having mixed feelings

    I absolutely loved this book! I have been having mixed feelings about the last few Guild Hunter books, but this ended with this book. Jason is a character that I never expected to love and his story is one that I wasn't too terribly interested in knowing. Mainly, I looked forward to reading this one to learn more about Neha and how she is coping after the death of her daughter, and now her consort. She was teetering on the edge of madness after losing her daughter, to lose her consort too I suspected might push her over the edge.

    This is where Jason enters. He is Raphael's renowned spymaster, who has the ability to literally blend into the shadows and go completely unnoticed. He offers to help Neha find the killer, hoping to stave off a rage that could end in war with millions of casualties. She demands from him a blood vow to her niece, Mahiya, basically meaning that anything he learns he cannot reveal to anyone else about her family or how she runs her court. This story intrigued me and I wanted to see what we would learn about Jason and Mahiya, and what would ultimately be the result of his investigation.

    I was apprehensive when we got the first few chapters that continues the stories of Raphael and Dmitri, but excited to see what is going on with their characters at the same time. I was concerned that these chapters were added because Jason's story was going to be very thin and needed some buffer material. Thankfully that turned out to not be the case, and Jason's is my favorite story so far. Like all of the angels (vampires too) that we've met, Jason has a very troubled background. It didn't take me long to figure out what was going on with his flashbacks and what his story would end up being. Although, even though I guessed it, it was still heartbreaking. Mahiya has also had a hard life and has her own reasons for wanting to appear invisible. But she's not invisible to Jason and he is not invisible to her. They find themselves drawn to each other and drawn to the darkness they recognize in the other.

    In a way the story of the murder of Neha's consort was secondary to the story of the budding relationship and trust between Jason and Mahiya. Though I was much more interested in Jason and Mahiya, my jaw still dropped in shock when the murderer was revealed. I don't think I would have ever seen it coming, and I appreciate a story that can surprise me. I appreciate Jason for being a flawed character and for having very dark demons that haunt him. But he's not looking for someone to save him and Mahiya knows she can't save him. Neither is trying to change the other and that makes their relationship all the more special. They each hold to the other out of love and trust that the other will stay despite their flaws and that perhaps together they can begin to make a new future and leave behind their dark pasts. When we arrive at the final paragraphs and Jason flies away on assignment, my eyes filled with tears. Jason found a way even through his darkness and pain to show his princess the things he couldn't say. I have found this book entering my mind constantly for the past few days and I need another Guild Hunter book. I can't stop thinking, who is next? Who's story will we discover after Jason? Aodhan perhaps? Venom maybe? We haven't seen much of Galen of Illium lately. I want to know what happens next and I look forward to reading it when it gets here. Also posted to my personal blog and other sites.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 5, 2012

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    Great Book with great story line. Kept me entertained

    Great Book with great story line. Kept me entertained

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 8, 2012

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    Wonderful!

    This is still one of my favorite series. Each book brings new characters together and keeps me updated on the previous ones I love. The stories are always fresh and not just a continuos rehash from book to book. I may have to wait a year for the next story, but I know it will be worth it. Thank you, Nalini Singh, for sharing your gift with us.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2013

    Ginger is locked out

    ~rust

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  • Posted September 19, 2012

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    Let me first give you a little about the plot. Neha's consort is

    Let me first give you a little about the plot. Neha's consort is brutally murdered leaving Jason having to go in and investigate what happened. In order for him to do this he has to do a blood-vow with Mahiya. Throughout the book we get snippets of what Mahiya is to Neha and her role in the court. We also get snippets of why Jason has become who he has. Eventually the entire tale is unfolded.


    Wow. Another wonderful installment of The Guild Hunter Series. I am so happy to see Raphael's Seven falling in love one by one. I kind of miss Raphael and Elena's story but I just keep wanting to know more about the others. This book Follow's Raphael's infamous spymaster Jason. Let me tell you it does not disappoint. I felt hate, love, sadness, and pain.

    This is the first book in this series to make me cry. When you finally read the full tale behind Jason it will leave you in tears. I would never imagine the pain he felt or how scared he could have been with what had happened. I could not stop crying because I could just see it so clearly. No child should have gone through that. With that he feels he will never be able to unlock his heart to ever be able to feel ever again. He tells Mahiya upfront that he can never give her what she needs.

    Mahiya is a strong female in her own right. She really needs to be with how she grew up and how she was/is treated. Not to mention she needs to be able to hold her own with Jason. He will not accept someone who is weak. I liked her spunk and how intelligent she is. Always thinking on her toes and knowing when to tread carefully and when not to.

    This book has it's twists and turns and some real shockers! We even get to see a bit of Venom in this book! Hopefully we get to see his book soon. Anyways. I can't wait for the next book coming out next year. Such a long wait......

    Happy Reading!!

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  • Posted September 17, 2012

    This book was exceptional in every way. I am a huge fan of Nali

    This book was exceptional in every way. I am a huge fan of Nalini Singh and this new edition did not disappoint. She truly knows how to tell a fasinating story and keep the reader engaged from the first page to the last. My biggest problem now is it appears I will have to wait an entire year to continue with this series! I cannot recommend this highly enough!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2012

    Excellent!

    Loved this book as its a part of the Guild Hunter novels. The characters are fantastic as the love and conflicts they go through. Can't wait for the next in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2014

    So Good!

    Okay so I never know what to expect when reading an author I'm not familiar with or when just dropping into a series at the 5th book (I know I should start with the first but I was basing my purchase off of how the author described the summary and this story appealed most to me).
    I felt like there was just so much to this story, so much going on. I need a story with some sort of plot outside the romance and this had it. I really enjoyed the characters and would definitely recommend it to anyone who is interested in paranormal romance!

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  • Posted March 20, 2014

    4.5 Fantastic Stars! Jason, the spymaster, was the focus of thi

    4.5 Fantastic Stars!

    Jason, the spymaster, was the focus of this book in the Guild Hunter series. What a tough childhood Jason endured, a childhood that molded his adult life. Distancing himself from people and the rest of the world, I couldn’t help but feel for him and his self-imposed aloneness. Enter Mahiya, a beautiful princess who also has endured pain and loneliness, but has fought to remain true to her spirit instead of becoming jaded. I loved their journey together, how they found the courage to trust each other, and as a result, make each other happy. The ending was beautiful.

    Raphael's seven are such an amazing group of broken men. I can't help but enjoy their stories and hope they all find their happily-ever-after.

    Focused. Strong. True.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2014

    Mahiya and Jason's story moved along beautifully and the love grew slowly. Enjoyed the timeline of the story and the characters

    I enjoyed Jason and Mahiya's story. It moved realistically through the plot, the relationship going slowly and was believable. I enjoyed how Mahiya worked towards winning Jason and proving to him that not all relationships end horribly. I enjoyed the plot and look forward to the next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2014

    Too subtle of a love story

    I love the series but was disappointed in this book. Their love story was was not as passionate as it could of been.

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  • Posted September 20, 2013

    Excellent

    Very good. Well written!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2013

    J

    I think this may be my favorite one. I loved how both of the lead characters were strong in their own right & how they didn't try to change the other. Jason is so direct with no extra nonsense & I love that about his character!

    Great, great read!!
    JaKai

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2013

    Guild Hunter is my favorite PNR series.....

    I am so totally in love with The Guild Hunter series.....my one complaint.....not enough Raphael & Elena in this one....I know, I know it is Jason't story but I miss them. That being said I love the way Ms. Singh tells a story. From word one she has me completely engrossed and I don't want to put the book down. She is a genius at weaving her descriptive tales and making the reader feel that they are right there alongside these beautiful creatures. I can practically feel the feathers on the characters from the way she describes them....I love that. Jason's story is so unbelievably sweet and Mahiya was definitely worthy of calming the storm that whirls deep inside him. I love the continuation of the story from book to book and yet the reader doesn't feel like they are left hanging at the end of the book. Another awesome read by Nalini Singh.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

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    I love this author and I love this series. I really like the fa

    I love this author and I love this series.

    I really like the fact the Ms. Singh is expanding the stories and is now telling stories about the other members of the guild instead of just Raphael and Elena.

    You could probably read this book as a stand alone, but I would not recommend it. There are several references to other story lines that have passed that could leave someone in the dark if they are unfamiliar with the story. I will say though that Ms. Singh does to a fine job for those unfamiliar with the rest of the series of trying to fill in the blanks. So, proceed if you haven't read the others before this, but do so at your own risk. Let me say that the other books are also WONDERFUL and if you haven't read them you should definitely give them a try.

    These stories are HOT HOT HOT and should not be for the young reader. Keep them coming, for I don't think I will ever tire of these magnificent angles, vampires, and their significant others!!

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  • Posted March 1, 2013

    Highly Recommended - you must check it out!!

    This was one of my favorite reads!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2013

    Here

    Pie

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  • Posted February 2, 2013

    A must read!! Great series!!

    A must read!! Great series!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2013

    Great read

    She did it again!

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