Well, for an anthology, that is pretty good! :) And thank you all who bought the book and helped us get there. Hope that you love the stories!
Yasmine
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11.04.2009
11.02.2009
Nalini Singh: New Release Day!
Blaze of Memory was such an interesting book to write. I got to go behind the veil of Psy history, and explore what it was that made this psychically gifted race cut themselves off from emotion, turn so utterly cold. It was a fascinating journey, because it added an extra depth and nuance to a people who have, in previous books, come across as being born in ice.
That is part of why I adore writing this series—there are so many layers to the world, so many things left to discover. Each time I turn around, I see another facet I want to explore, another character I can’t wait to learn more about. Blaze of Memory is Dev and Katya’s book, and I tell you, these two ripped my heart out—I can’t wait to see what you, as readers, think of their story.
BLAZE OF MEMORY
BERKLEY BOOKS
Out 3 November 2009
Nalini Singh returns to the Psy/Changeling world and its “breathtaking blend of passion, adventure, and the paranormal” as a woman without a past becomes the pawn of a man who controls her future…
Dev Santos discovers her unconscious and battered, with no memory of who she is. All she knows is that she’s dangerous. Charged with protecting his people’s most vulnerable secrets, Dev is duty-bound to eliminate all threats. It’s a task he’s never hesitated to complete…until he finds himself drawn to a woman who might yet prove the enemy’s most insidious weapon.
Stripped of her memories by a shadowy oppressor, and programmed to carry out cold-blooded murder, Katya Haas is fighting desperately for her sanity itself. Her only hope is Dev. But how can she expect to gain the trust of a man who could very well be her next target? For in this game, one must die…
Excerpt: http://www.nalinisingh.com/blaze.html
Reviews
“...When it comes to delivering stories that grab you by the throat and don't let go, Singh is in a class by herself!” - Romantic Times
“...An outstanding November read!” ~ Fresh Fiction
“...BLAZE OF MEMORY had me in tears with the tenderness that Dev and Katya exposed in each other. This story adds immensely to the series…You will want to revisit this love story again and again.” - Romance Junkies
11.01.2009
Samhain Thoughts & Anxiety Dreams
Writers’ anxiety dreams. A number of writers I know have them. Including me. Mine don’t usually center around not getting the book done (like some writers), but about people reacting badly to them book. Or in the case of last night, my novella The Shadow of Mist, in Never After.
In my dream I was getting panned left and right for it, people who follow Marjorie’s work were dissing everybody else’s novella. People who follow Laurell’s work were dissing Marjorie, Sharon and my pieces. And people who like Sharon’s work were complaining about Laurell, Marjorie’s, and my stories. Only NOBODY was liking mine—not a reader of mine in the crowd of voices in my head to say “I liked the story!”
ROFL…this is not necessarily a plea to find out how you liked it, but an example of how anxiety eats at me. All three of them had their readers loving and defending their work (though I was dismayed to see the “I only loved so-and-so’s” routine). And I was standing there thinking, nobody likes my story.
I think this stems back to yes, my basic worry each time a release comes out as to how people will like it, and this is the first time I’ve had an anthology come out, and then it’s a secondary character, not one of the main ones, so I’m hoping people enjoy her story even though she’s not one of the sisters. Plus it seems that an extremely high percentage of people who don’t like my books are the ones that DO write reviews for online bookstores. Eh…
These dreams suck, but I routinely have them right before and during the release of a new book. They take different forms and shapes, but essentially come down to: Yasmine sucks. Bleh.
In other stuff…FB began doing nasty things to my Twitter app and a WHOLE bunch of tweets from May got burped onto my page there—bombarding it—and so I disabled it. Until I have time to reinstall it, don’t expect much to go on over at my FB page. I put a few pics up but that’s about it.
Running crazy on the deadline. Trying to get the book in and done on time. Had a wonderful Samhain ritual last night. Have pics but they’re too big to fit here so take a look over at Twitter. Was nice to get back to our tradition—last year losing Keeter and Luna made it so raw, I didn’t want to celebrate. This year, it felt good.
Bright Blessings,
Yasmine
In my dream I was getting panned left and right for it, people who follow Marjorie’s work were dissing everybody else’s novella. People who follow Laurell’s work were dissing Marjorie, Sharon and my pieces. And people who like Sharon’s work were complaining about Laurell, Marjorie’s, and my stories. Only NOBODY was liking mine—not a reader of mine in the crowd of voices in my head to say “I liked the story!”
ROFL…this is not necessarily a plea to find out how you liked it, but an example of how anxiety eats at me. All three of them had their readers loving and defending their work (though I was dismayed to see the “I only loved so-and-so’s” routine). And I was standing there thinking, nobody likes my story.
I think this stems back to yes, my basic worry each time a release comes out as to how people will like it, and this is the first time I’ve had an anthology come out, and then it’s a secondary character, not one of the main ones, so I’m hoping people enjoy her story even though she’s not one of the sisters. Plus it seems that an extremely high percentage of people who don’t like my books are the ones that DO write reviews for online bookstores. Eh…
These dreams suck, but I routinely have them right before and during the release of a new book. They take different forms and shapes, but essentially come down to: Yasmine sucks. Bleh.
In other stuff…FB began doing nasty things to my Twitter app and a WHOLE bunch of tweets from May got burped onto my page there—bombarding it—and so I disabled it. Until I have time to reinstall it, don’t expect much to go on over at my FB page. I put a few pics up but that’s about it.
Running crazy on the deadline. Trying to get the book in and done on time. Had a wonderful Samhain ritual last night. Have pics but they’re too big to fit here so take a look over at Twitter. Was nice to get back to our tradition—last year losing Keeter and Luna made it so raw, I didn’t want to celebrate. This year, it felt good.
Bright Blessings,
Yasmine
10.31.2009
Blessed Samhain!
Happy Halloween to my readers, and a blessed, magical Samhain to my fellow Pagans!
Yasmine
10.29.2009
Winners of the Bone Magic ARC Contest!
The two winners of the BONE MAGIC ARC contest are:
Happy Twilighter
Scott Romanski
Congratulations! My assistant Justine will be emailing you soon.
Thank you everyone for playing--it was fun!
Yasmine
Happy Twilighter
Scott Romanski
Congratulations! My assistant Justine will be emailing you soon.
Thank you everyone for playing--it was fun!
Yasmine
10.28.2009
Walking Down Memory Lane...
I’m walking down memory lane tonight. I’m walking in the shadows and joys of my past—and thinking of people I haven’t seen in years. Some, I wonder about. Others, I would like to see again. Still others—are better off left behind, no matter how curious I am as to if they made it through.
There are songs I can’t listen to anymore because they bring back parts of my life I need to leave in the shadows, there are movies that I don’t watch for the same reason.
But now and then, a good glimmer of my former youth comes through. Like tonight when my favorite roommate from college sent me a picture of us with a few of our friends we hung out with.
I looked at it, then laughed and shook my head. What a time we had back then. We were free spirits and it’s a wonder we didn’t die from a few of the stupid things we did. But we had fun for that time period. In honor of that memory, I’ve got Pink Floyd on for the moment, and I’m letting myself wander through the years gone past.
I was a party girl. I started college young and in 1979, when I hit The Evergreen State College, I was 18 and a junior. And I had already been away from home for most of the past year. I’d hitchhiked to California with one of my sisters and lived with her for awhile, I’d been engaged (and disengaged), even though I’d been madly in unrequited love with a dear friend—one of those I will leave in the shadows because I’d rather remember him as he was and not the person I last remember him becoming.
I had my Associates of Arts degree and was ready to take on the world—I was out to be an author, and I was going to publish my first book before I was 22. I knew it in my gut. I was all about experiencing life and looking for love.
Within one year, things would begin to unravel, and within two, I would make some choices that still nag at me today. But all of what I experienced made me who I am now—so none of it was wasted.
But when this picture was taken, I was happy for the most part. I was insecure about my body, hating the way I looked, but I loved my friends and I enjoyed my life and I had a lot of fun.
So here…yes, it’s blurry but that attests to the fact that it was taken in 1980. I’m the one on the left.
My roomie (whom I reconnected with a couple years ago and am thrilled to have hooked up with again) is standing next to me in the orange dress. And our friends—Steve, Nellie, and Nina—were all part of our circle. I can’t remember who took the picture, but here’s a rare glimpse from my past. Almost 30 years ago. A lifetime ago, in some respects.
Yasmine
There are songs I can’t listen to anymore because they bring back parts of my life I need to leave in the shadows, there are movies that I don’t watch for the same reason.
But now and then, a good glimmer of my former youth comes through. Like tonight when my favorite roommate from college sent me a picture of us with a few of our friends we hung out with.
I looked at it, then laughed and shook my head. What a time we had back then. We were free spirits and it’s a wonder we didn’t die from a few of the stupid things we did. But we had fun for that time period. In honor of that memory, I’ve got Pink Floyd on for the moment, and I’m letting myself wander through the years gone past.
I was a party girl. I started college young and in 1979, when I hit The Evergreen State College, I was 18 and a junior. And I had already been away from home for most of the past year. I’d hitchhiked to California with one of my sisters and lived with her for awhile, I’d been engaged (and disengaged), even though I’d been madly in unrequited love with a dear friend—one of those I will leave in the shadows because I’d rather remember him as he was and not the person I last remember him becoming.
I had my Associates of Arts degree and was ready to take on the world—I was out to be an author, and I was going to publish my first book before I was 22. I knew it in my gut. I was all about experiencing life and looking for love.
Within one year, things would begin to unravel, and within two, I would make some choices that still nag at me today. But all of what I experienced made me who I am now—so none of it was wasted.
But when this picture was taken, I was happy for the most part. I was insecure about my body, hating the way I looked, but I loved my friends and I enjoyed my life and I had a lot of fun.
So here…yes, it’s blurry but that attests to the fact that it was taken in 1980. I’m the one on the left.
My roomie (whom I reconnected with a couple years ago and am thrilled to have hooked up with again) is standing next to me in the orange dress. And our friends—Steve, Nellie, and Nina—were all part of our circle. I can’t remember who took the picture, but here’s a rare glimpse from my past. Almost 30 years ago. A lifetime ago, in some respects.
Yasmine
10.27.2009
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