Dive into the breathtakingly passionate Guild Hunter world with the story
of a woman who isn’t a vampire or an angel…or human…in Archangel's Viper by Nalini Singh. LIVE September 26th!
of a woman who isn’t a vampire or an angel…or human…in Archangel's Viper by Nalini Singh. LIVE September 26th!
EXCERPT
As he’d expected, she reacted out of pure self-preservation. And then the fight was on—but it was a normal fight. She wasn’t releasing the thing that lived in her. Venom scraped his fangs over her throat. She hissed and swayed for a moment before shrugging off the touch of venom.
“Bastard.” Eyes glowing, she jumped on him without warning.
The movement wasn’t human, not anywhere near. But it was her.
Grinning as she clawed his chest, half ripping off his shirt, he pulled her off and threw her aside. She gave an “oof” as she hit the wall, but she was up and running toward him a second later when she should’ve had multiple broken bones. Venom knew her exact tolerances, knew that her delicate-appearing bones were far stronger than normal vampire bones, even the bones of vampires hundreds of years older.
Holly’s bones were closer to angelic bones.
He slashed his nails tauntingly across her stomach as she tried to get to his throat again. It made her move with a speed even he couldn’t avoid. He was facing her, and then suddenly, her fangs were sinking into his shoulder from behind and her nails were clawing at his chest. He reached back and ripped her off.
Blood dripped down his back. “No more blood for you, kitty.” Holly might have been starving, but he was dangerously potent. She could drink herself into a coma. Oh, she’d wake up, but it’d take days or weeks.
Hissing, she jumped on him again.
He laughed in pure joy.
Because the way they fought now was nothing human, nothing vampire, utterly other. Their bodies were liquid, sinuous, bending in ways that shouldn’t have been feasible and striking so fast that had anyone been watching, the movements would’ve seemed impossible. Exhilaration filled his bloodstream. He loved sparring with the Seven and Raphael, Janvier, even Elena, but this . . . No one else fought this way. Like he did.
She was young and untried and more instinct than thought—but the latter was the point.
Gripping her throat at one point, he pressed a kiss to her cheek that was more taunt than anything sexual. She twisted out of his grip in a liquid movement and shredded his back, hissing poison at him at the same time. He laughed and twisted around her to grab her thigh—visible through the torn skirt of her dress—holding on hard enough to bruise.
She smiled and kicked up in a way that had her bones going inhumanly fluid.
He avoided the hit, but not the nails across his face. Licking at his own blood, he grinned, and they were at it again.
“Bastard.” Eyes glowing, she jumped on him without warning.
The movement wasn’t human, not anywhere near. But it was her.
Grinning as she clawed his chest, half ripping off his shirt, he pulled her off and threw her aside. She gave an “oof” as she hit the wall, but she was up and running toward him a second later when she should’ve had multiple broken bones. Venom knew her exact tolerances, knew that her delicate-appearing bones were far stronger than normal vampire bones, even the bones of vampires hundreds of years older.
Holly’s bones were closer to angelic bones.
He slashed his nails tauntingly across her stomach as she tried to get to his throat again. It made her move with a speed even he couldn’t avoid. He was facing her, and then suddenly, her fangs were sinking into his shoulder from behind and her nails were clawing at his chest. He reached back and ripped her off.
Blood dripped down his back. “No more blood for you, kitty.” Holly might have been starving, but he was dangerously potent. She could drink herself into a coma. Oh, she’d wake up, but it’d take days or weeks.
Hissing, she jumped on him again.
He laughed in pure joy.
Because the way they fought now was nothing human, nothing vampire, utterly other. Their bodies were liquid, sinuous, bending in ways that shouldn’t have been feasible and striking so fast that had anyone been watching, the movements would’ve seemed impossible. Exhilaration filled his bloodstream. He loved sparring with the Seven and Raphael, Janvier, even Elena, but this . . . No one else fought this way. Like he did.
She was young and untried and more instinct than thought—but the latter was the point.
Gripping her throat at one point, he pressed a kiss to her cheek that was more taunt than anything sexual. She twisted out of his grip in a liquid movement and shredded his back, hissing poison at him at the same time. He laughed and twisted around her to grab her thigh—visible through the torn skirt of her dress—holding on hard enough to bruise.
She smiled and kicked up in a way that had her bones going inhumanly fluid.
He avoided the hit, but not the nails across his face. Licking at his own blood, he grinned, and they were at it again.
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MORE ABOUT ARCHANGEL’S VIPER
Once a broken girl known as Sorrow, Holly Chang now prowls the shadowy gray underground of the city for the angels. But it’s not her winged allies who make her a wanted woman—it’s the unknown power coursing through her veins. Brutalized by an insane archangel, she was left with the bloodlust of a vampire, the ability to mesmerize her prey, and a poisonous bite.
Now, someone has put a bounty on her head…
Venom is one of the Seven, Archangel Raphael’s private guard, and he’s as infuriating as he is seductive. A centuries-old vampire, his fangs dispense a poison deadlier than Holly’s. But even if Venom can protect Holly from those hunting her, he might not be able to save himself—because the strange, violent power inside Holly is awakening…
No one is safe.
Once a broken girl known as Sorrow, Holly Chang now prowls the shadowy gray underground of the city for the angels. But it’s not her winged allies who make her a wanted woman—it’s the unknown power coursing through her veins. Brutalized by an insane archangel, she was left with the bloodlust of a vampire, the ability to mesmerize her prey, and a poisonous bite.
Now, someone has put a bounty on her head…
Venom is one of the Seven, Archangel Raphael’s private guard, and he’s as infuriating as he is seductive. A centuries-old vampire, his fangs dispense a poison deadlier than Holly’s. But even if Venom can protect Holly from those hunting her, he might not be able to save himself—because the strange, violent power inside Holly is awakening…
No one is safe.
Available September 26th
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Nalini Singh is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling, Guild Hunter, and Rock Kiss series. She lives in New Zealand but travels as much as possible (the travel bug bit hard from when she escaped working as a lawyer to run away and teach English in Japan). Nalini loves to write, loves to read, and thinks chocolate is a food group.
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