By Nalini Singh
NEVER prior to PUBLISHED
New York Times bestselling writer Nalini Singh returns to her international of darkish ardour and immortal energy - and to at least one of the main seductive and impenetrable heroes ever to stalk the Guild Hunter landscape...
"Oh, Naasir. So bizarre, so bloodthirsty, so exact and wonderful...I have fallen for him..." - Fiction Vixen
Naasir is the main feral of the robust workforce of vampires and angels referred to as the Seven, his loyalty pledged to the Archangel Raphael. while rumors floor of a plot to homicide the previous Archangel of Persia, now misplaced within the Sleep of the Ancients, Naasir is dispatched to discover him. for less than he possesses the monitoring talents required - these extra universal to predatory animals than to man.
Enlisted to accompany Naasir, Andromeda, a tender angelic pupil with harmful secrets and techniques is eager about his nature - instantaneously playful and incredible, sensual and brutal. As they race to discover the slumbering archangel ahead of it's too overdue, Naasir will strength her to question all she knows...and tempt her to stroll into the very good, feral darkness of his international. yet first they have to live to tell the tale an enemy vicious sufficient to shatter the best taboo of the angelic race and plunge the realm right into a screaming nightmare...
Praise for the Guild Hunter novels "One of my favourite paranormal worlds."--Smexy Books "Amazing in each way!"--Gena Showalter, ny occasions bestselling author
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