Thursday, November 05, 2009

Excerpt - Bonds of Justice

As promised, here is the first chapter excerpt of BONDS OF JUSTICE. This is very much the unedited version, so please keep in mind that there may be changes. Hope you enjoy!

by Nalini Singh

It was as she was sitting staring into the face of a sociopath that Sophia Russo realized three irrefutable truths.

One: In all likelihood, she had less than a year left before she was sentenced to comprehensive rehabilitation. Unlike normal rehabilitation, the process wouldn’t only wipe out her personality, leave her a drooling vegetable. Comprehensives had ninety-nine percent of their psychic senses fried as well. All for their own good of course.

Two: Not a single individual on this earth would remember her name after she disappeared from active duty.

Three: If she wasn’t careful, she would soon end up as empty and as inhuman as the man on the other side of the table…because the otherness in her wanted to squeeze his mind until he whimpered, until he bled, until he begged for mercy.

“Evil is hard to define, but it’s sitting in that room.”

The echo of Detective Max Shannon’s words pulled her back from the whispering temptation of the abyss. For some reason, the idea of being labeled evil by him was…not acceptable. He had looked at her in a different way from other human males, his eyes noting her scars, but only as part of the package that was her body. The response had been extraordinary enough to make her pause, meet his gaze, attempt to divine what he was thinking.

That had proved impossible. But she knew what Max Shannon wanted.

“Bonner alone knows where he buried the bodies—we need that information.”

Shutting the door on the darkness inside of her, she opened her psychic eye and, reaching out with her telepathic senses, began to walk the twisted pathways of Gerard Bonner’s mind. She had touched many, many depraved minds over the course of her career, but this one was utterly and absolutely unique. Many who committed crimes of this caliber had a mental illnesses of some kind. She understood how to work with their sometimes disjointed and fragmented memories.

Bonner’s mind, in contrast, was neat, organized, each memory in its proper place. Except those places and the memories they contained made no sense, having been filtered through the cold lens of his sociopathic desires. He saw things as he wished to see them, the reality distorted until it was impossible to pinpoint the truth among the spiderweb of lies.

Ending the telepathic sweep, she took three discreet seconds to center herself before opening her physical eyes to stare into the rich blue irises of the man the media found so compelling. According to them, he was handsome, intelligent, magnetic. What she knew for a fact was that he held an MBA from a highly regarded institution and came from one of the premier human families in Boston—there was a prevailing sense of disbelief that he was also the Butcher of Newark, the moniker coined after the discovery of Carissa White’s body, the only one of his victims to have ever been found.

“I got much more careful after that,” Bonner said, wearing the faint smile that made people think they were being invited to share a secret joke. “Everyone’s a little clumsy the first time.”

Sophia betrayed no reaction to the fact that the human across from her had just “read her mind,” having expected the trick. According to his file, Gerard Bonner was a master manipulator, able to read body language cues and minute facial expressions to genius-level accuracy. Even Silence, it seemed, was not protection enough against his abilities—having reviewed the visual transcripts of his trial, she’d seen him do the same thing to other Psy.

“That’s why we’re here, Mr. Bonner,” she said with a calm that was growing ever colder, ever more remote—a survival mechanism that would soon chill the few remaining splinters of her soul. “You agreed to give up the locations of your later victims’ bodies in return for more privileges during your incarceration.” Bonner’s sentence meant he’d be spending the rest of his natural life in D2, a maximum security facility located deep in the mountainous interior of Wyoming.

“I like your eyes,” Bonner said, his smile widening as he traced the network of fine lines on her face with a gaze the media had labeled “murderously sensual.” “They remind me of pansies.”

Sophia simply waited, letting him speak, knowing his words would be of interest to the profilers who stood in the room on the other side of the wall at her back—observing her meeting with Bonner on a large comm screen. Unusually for a human criminal, there were Psy observers in that group, Bonner’s mental patterns so aberrant as to incite their interest.

But no matter the credentials of those Psy profilers, Max Shannon’s conclusions were the ones that interested Sophia. The Enforcement detective had no Psy abilities, and unlike the butcher sitting across from her, his body was whipcord lean. Sleek, she thought, akin to a lithely muscled puma. Yet, when it came down to it, it was the puma who’d won—both over the bulging strength that strained at Bonner’s prison overalls, and over the mental abilities of the Psy detectives who’d been enlisted into the task force once Bonner’s perversions began to have a serious economic impact.

“They were my pansies, you know.” A small sigh. “So pretty, so sweet. So easily bruised. Like you.” His eyes lingered on a scar that ran a ragged line over her cheekbone.

Ignoring the blatant attempt at provocation, she said, “What did you do to bruise them?” Bonner had ultimately been convicted on the basis of the evidence he’d left on the battered and broken body of his first victim. He hadn’t left a trace at the scenes of the other abductions, been connected to them only by the most circumstantial of evidence—and Max Shannon’s relentless persistence.

“So delicate and so damaged you are, Sophia,” he murmured, moving his gaze across her cheek, down to her lips. “I’ve always been drawn to damaged women.”

“A lie, Mr. Bonner.” It was extraordinary to her that people found him handsome—when she could all but smell the rot. “Every one of your victims was remarkably beautiful.”

Alleged victims,” he said, eyes sparkling. “I was only convicted of poor Carissa’s murder. Though I’m innocent, of course.”

“You agreed to cooperate,” she reminded him. And she needed that cooperation to do her job. Because—“It’s obvious you’ve learned to control your thought patterns to a certain degree.” It was something the telepaths in the J-Corps had noted in a number of human sociopaths—they seemed to develop an almost Psy ability to consciously manipulate their own memories. Bonner had learned to do it well enough that she couldn’t get what she needed from a surface scan—to go deeper, dig harder might cause permanent damage, erasing the very impressions she needed to access.

But, the otherness in her murmured, he only had to remain alive until they located his victims. After that…

“I’m human.” Exaggerated surprise. “I’m sure they told you—my memory’s not what it used to be. That’s why I need a J to go in and dig up my pansies.”

It was a game. She was certain he knew the exact position of each discarded body down to the last centimeter of dirt on a shallow grave. But he’d played the game well enough that the authorities had pulled her in, giving Bonner the chance to sate his urges once again. By making her go into his mind, he was attempting to violate her—the solitary way he had to hurt a woman now.

“Since it’s obvious I’m ineffective,” she said, rising to her feet, “I’ll get Justice to send in my colleague, Bryan Ames. He’s an—”

“No.” The first trace of a crack in his polished veneer, covered over almost as soon as it appeared. “I’m sure you’ll get what you need.”

She tugged at the thin black leather-synth of her left glove, smoothing it over her wrist so it sat neatly below the cuff of her crisp white shirt. “I’m too expensive a resource to waste. My skills will be better utilized in other cases.” Then she walked out, ignoring his order—and it was an order—that she stay.

Once out in the observation chamber, she turned to Max Shannon. “Make sure any replacements you send him are male.”

A professional nod, but his hand clenched on the top of the chairback beside him, his skin having the warm golden-brown tone of someone whose ancestry appeared to be a mix of Asian and Caucasian. While the Asian side of his genetic structure had made itself known in the shape of his eyes, the Caucasian side had won in the height department—he was six feet one according to her visual estimate.

All that was fact.

But the impact was more than the sum of its parts. He had, she realized, that strange something the humans called charisma. Psy professed not to accept that such a thing existed, but they all knew it did. Even among their Silent race, there were those who could walk into a room and hold it with nothing but their presence.

As she watched, Max’s tendons turned white against his skin from the force of his grip. “He got his rocks off making you trawl through his memories.” He didn’t say anything about her scars, but Sophia knew as well as he did that they played a large part in what made her so very attractive to Bonner.

Those scars had long ago become a part of her, a thin tracery of lines that spoke of a history, a past. Without them, she’d have no past at all. Max Shannon, she thought, had a past as well. But he didn’t wear it on that beautiful—not handsome, beautiful—face. “I have shields.” However, those shields were beginning to fail, an inevitable side-effect of her occupation. If she’d had the option, she wouldn’t have become a J. But at eight years of age, she’d been given a single choice—become a J or die.

“I heard a lot of J-Psy have eidetic memories,” Max said, his eyes intent.

“Yes—but only when it comes to the images we take during the course of our work.” She’d forgotten parts of her “real life,” but she’d never forget even an instant of the things she’d seen over the years she’d spent in the Justice Corps.

Max had opened his mouth to reply when Bartholomew Reuben, the prosecutor who’d worked side by side with him to capture Gerard Bonner, finished his conversation with two of the profilers and walked over. “That’s a good idea about male Js. It’ll give Bonner time to stew—we can bring you in again when he’s in a more cooperative frame of mind.”

Max’s jaw set at a brutal angle as he responded. “He’ll draw this out as long as possible—those girls are nothing but pawns to him.”

Reuben was pulled away by another profiler before he could reply, leaving Sophia alone with Max again. She found herself staying in place though she should’ve joined those of her race, her task complete. But being perfect hadn’t kept her safe—she’d be dead within the year, one way or another—so why not indulge her desire for further conversation with this human detective whose mind worked in a fashion that fascinated her? “His ego won’t let him hide his secrets forever,” she said, having dealt with that kind of a narcissistic personality before. “He wants to share his cleverness.”

“And will you continue to listen if the first body he gives up is that of Daria Xiu?” His tone was abrasive, gritty with lack of sleep.

Daria Xiu, Sophia knew, was the reason a J had been pulled into this situation. The daughter of a powerful human businessman, she was theorized to have been Bonner’s final victim. “Yes,” she said, telling him one truth. “Bonner is deviant enough that our psychologists find him a worthwhile study subject.” Perhaps because the kind of deviancy exhibited by the Butcher of Newark had once been exhibited by Psy in statistically high numbers…and was no longer being fully contained by Silence.

The Council thought the populace didn’t know, and perhaps they didn’t. But to Sophia, a J who’d spent her life steeped in the miasma of evil, the new shadows in the PsyNet had a texture she could almost feel—thick, oily, and beginning to riddle the fabric of the sprawling neural network with insidious efficiency.

“And you?” Max asked, watching her with a piercing focus made her feel as if that quicksilver mind might penetrate secrets she’d kept concealed for over two decades. “What about you?”

The otherness in her stirred, wanting to give him the unvarnished, deadly truth, but that was something she could never ever share with a man who’d made Justice his life. “I’ll do my job.” Then she said something a perfect Psy never would have said. “We’ll bring them home. No one should have to spend eternity in the cold dark.”


Max watched Sophia Russo walk away with the civilian observers, unable to take his attention off her. It had been the eyes that had first slammed into him. River’s eyes, he’d thought as she walked in, she had River’s eyes. But he’d been wrong. Sophia’s eyes were darker, more dramatically blue-violet, so vivid he’d almost missed the lush softness of her mouth. Except he hadn’t.

And that was one hell of a kick to the teeth.

Because for all her curves and the tracery of scars that spoke of a violent past, she was Psy. Ice-cold and tied to a Council that had far more blood on its hands than Gerard Bonner ever would. Except… Her final words circled in his mind.

“We’ll bring them home.”

It had held the weight of a vow. Or maybe that’s what he’d wanted to hear.

Wrenching back his attention when she disappeared from view, he turned to Bart Reuben, the only other person who remained. “She wear the gloves all the time?” Thin black leather-synth, they’d covered everything below the cuffs of her shirt and suit jacket. It might have been because she had more serious scars on the backs of her hands—but Sophia Russo didn’t strike him as the kind of woman who’d hide behind such a shield.

“Yes. Every time I’ve seen her.” Frown lines marred the prosecutor’s forehead for a second, before he seemed to shake off whatever was bothering him. “She’s got an excellent record—never fumbled a retraction yet.”

“We saw at the trial that Bonner’s smart enough to fuck with his own memories,” Max said, watching as the prisoner was led from the interrogation room. The blue-eyed Butcher, the media’s murderous darling, stared out at the cameras until the door closed, his smile a silent taunt. “Even if his mind wasn’t twisted at the core, he knows his pharmaceuticals—could’ve got his hands on something, deliberately dosed himself.”

“Wouldn’t put it past the bastard,” Bart said, the grooves around his mouth carved deep. “I’ll line up a couple of male Js for Bonner’s next little show.”

“Xiu have that much clout?” The case of Gerard Bonner, scion of a blue-blooded Boston family and the most sadistic killer the state had seen in decades, would’ve qualified for a J at the trial stage, but for the fact that his memories were close to impenetrable.

“Sociopaths,” one J had said to Max after testifying that he couldn’t retrieve anything usable from the accused’s mind, “don’t see the truth as others see it.”

“Give me an example,” Max had asked, frustrated that the killer who’d snuffed out so many young lives had managed to slither through another net.

“According to the memories in Bonner’s surface mind, Carissa White orgasmed as he stabbed her.”

Shaking off that sickening evidence of Bonner’s warped reality, he glanced at Bart, who’d paused to check an email on his cell phone. “Xiu?” he prompted.

“Yeah, looks like he has some ‘friends’ in high level Psy ranks. His company does a lot of business with them.” Putting away the phone, Bart began to gather up his papers. “But in this, he’s just a shattered father. Daria was his only child.”

“I know.” The face of each and every victim was imprinted on Max’s mind. Twenty-one-year old Daria’s was a gap-toothed smile, masses of curly black hair and skin the color of polished mahogany. She didn’t look anything like the other victims—unlike most killers of his pathology, Bonner hadn’t differentiated between white, black, Hispanic, Asian. It had only been age, and a certain kind of beauty that drew him.

Which turned his thoughts back to the woman who’d stared unblinking into the face of a killer while Max forced himself to stand back, to watch. “She fits his victim profile—Ms. Russo.” Sophia’s Russo’s eyes, her scars, made her strikingly unique—a critical aspect of Bonner’s pathology. He’d targeted women who would never blend into a crowd—the violence spoken of by Sophia’s scars would, for him, be the icing on the cake. “Did you arrange that?” His hand tightened on a pen as he helped Bart clear the table.

“Stroke of luck.” The prosecutor put the files in his briefcase. “When Bonner said he’d cooperate to a scan, we requested the closest J. Russo had just completed a job here. She’s on her way to the airport now—heading to our neck of the woods as a matter of fact.”

“Liberty?” Max asked, mentioning the maximum-security penitentiary located on an artificial island off the New York coast.

Bart nodded as they walked out and toward the first security door. “She’s scheduled to meet a prisoner who claims another prisoner confessed to the currently unsolved mutilation murder of a high profile victim.”

Max thought of what Bonner had done to the only one of his victims they’d ever found, the bloody ruin that had been the once-gamine beauty of Carissa White. And he wondered what Sophia Russo saw when she closed her eyes at night.

(c) 2009 by Nalini Singh


Courtney said...

That was awesome. Thanks, Nalini! As if I needed another reason to salivate for the next Psy-Changeling book. I finished BoM just a few hours ago and already I was moremoremoremore....

Courtney <--- addicted

bel_78 said...

Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I loved it, Nalini!! And whose book comes after Max´s?? Sienna`s ;=) ?


e_booklover said...

WOW! You have built such a complex world Thanks for sharing that excerpt with us.

Natascha said...

Way to go Nalini! I really enjoyed the excerpt. I am half way through B.o.M. That scene with Judd and the little girl was SO sweet.

le chat noir said...
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le chat noir said...

Love this series. Who is Max and Sophia? Which books have we seen them in before?

bel_78 said...

Nalini: I was checking in the release dates of the new books, and I saw the new cover of Angel s Blood. it s exquisite, too, but very different to the previous one:

Plus, I saw these interesting bits of information :)

Untitled Singh 3 of 3: The Guild Hunter Series by Nalini Singh (Paperback - 1 April 2011)
Buy new: £6.99

Burning Up by Angela Knight, Nalini Singh, Virginia Kantra, and Meljean Brook (Paperback - 3 Aug 2010)
Buy new: £4.88

Lash of Need by Nalini Singh (Paperback - 6 Jul 2010)
Buy new: £4.88

And of course, the one I`m waiting for now,

Archangel's Kiss by Nalini Singh (Paperback - 2 Feb 2010)
Buy new: £4.85
Available for pre-order

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Nalini Singh said...

Le Chat Noir, Max was in Mine to Possess - he's the Detective who helped Talin :)

Bel, you beat me to it! I'll be featuring that cover next week.

Lash of Need is actually Bonds of Justice - we had a title change a few weeks ago and it's still being updated everywhere. :)

Nalini Singh said...

Oops, missed a question - book after Max's is Indigo's.

Maryam said...

Thanks for the excerpt! Awesome!! Reading Blaze of Memory now.

orannia said...

Ohhhh. Thank you so much Nalini! I loved Max when we met him in Mine to Possess, so can't wait to catch up with him again.

Eva / TXBookjunkie said...

Thanks for the excerpt! Can't wait for your next book.

Jenny Schwartzberg said...

Oh God. When is Bonds of Justice going to be published??? I want to read it now!! That is a wonderful excerpt!!

Bridget Locke said...


Nalini Singh said...

I thought you guys wanted excerpts! So no more teasing then? Ok. *g*

Also, I realized I never answered the question about Sophia - she's a new character, and she's FASCINATING!

flowerlady said...

I can't wait for the next book, got Blaze yesterday and just finished(stayed up until 1am).
Blaze kept me right on the edge of my seat(well bed lol).

I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait,.


Cecelia said...

So. Freaking. Awesome.

Thank you!

Unknown said...

I loved it! I'm so, so excited! (Argh, and it's coming out in the middle of next year. I'm so glad you write two series!)

Oh, and in case you haven't seen...

CONGRATULATIONS on "Angels' Blood" being the #1 editors' pick on the 2009 top 10 list for Romance!


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Anonymous said...


Just WoW! *grin*

Victoria said...

Looks fab Nalini... am still eagerly awaiting my copy of BOM (dratted British postal strikes!!!!) this helped tide me over! thanks... Victoria x

Vi Dao said...

Thank you for posting the entire first chapter. When exactly does the book come out? I need to start a countdown. :)

azteclady said...

*incoherent happiness*

Anonymous said...

Seem`s I`ll get my Psy-/Changeling-Thriller *Yippee!*.
Sophia is interesting. (But it`s a bit scary...dunking in the mind of an sociopath...).
I`m already curious if you`ll scary your readers *g*! (..Hoping for an sleepless night:-)).

Una said...

I have chills, I cannot wait for Max's book. Wonderful, thank you so much Nalini for sharing!!

Oh, NO!! Please Nalini, we enjoy the torture, please continue to give us the little snippets and excerpts, we love them!

Anonymous said...

Awesome! Thanks for making my day with the excerpt - even though it makes waiting the two weeks until Dev's book can be delievered even harder! *goes back to re-read all books for the fifth time*

You mentioned in a Q&A that you used a timeline and a map to keep track of all details about your characters. When I try doing that with my own they go kinda berserk on me, because their bonds get too complicated. Is there anything I can do to stop that chaos or lessen it? Sorry for bothering you with it, but the possibilities are luring me in, even though I can't make it work ^^' And now I'm rambling ^^

Thanks for sharing the Psy/Changeling world with us! So many possibilities and interesting and very much alive characters ^^

le chat noir said...

Excellent about Angels' Blood! I have to say that it is my fav new pnr!! Cannot wait for Archangels' Kiss! sigh.

I have to admit I have only read the psy/changling series once - and that was at least a year ago (but I'm starting them all again soon - LOVE LUCAS) but who is Indigo? I feel so bad for not knowing these characters. sigh. My only defense is that I read about a book a day and read a lot of pnrs. But love Nalini.

Madhura said...

Love it. I am still waiting for my copy of Dev's book. Would love if you arrange another chat sometime.

Christina said...

That was such a wonderful way to end my day!!! I am so happy Max has a book, and the fact we get to see the J-Psy? Fantastic!! I am already so intrigued and in love with Max and his heroine!!!

Erika said...

Wow this sounds like another winner. I can't wait to find out more about this heroine, and I've always thought Max was quite the sexy character.

A Librarian said...

I am so glad Max has a story. Thank you for the sneak preview.

Cherry said...

I have a feeling Sophia is going to be snarky. There's no way a person named "Sophia" can be anything other.

I wish you would release Max's and Indigo's books sooner. Release all the books sooner. I just want to read Hawke's story. You're driving me crazy, making me wait.

Heather said...

How soon till we have this book. You are so very cruel to tease us like that, but we love you anyways.

pj schnyder said...

Wow! I am definitely looking forward to Max's story and Sophia really interests me. I'm so hooked!

Thank you so much for sharing the excerpt. :)

Unknown said...

Looks like it going to be another winner. Loved B of M!


Unknown said...

Really liked the excerpt... :D
Are u planning on doing a Q n A anytime soon???

Anonymous said...

Great snippet!
I would've read it immediately after the 'snippet' at the end of BoM -- but it was 3 am and I had to go to work in 4.5 hrs. :)

So who is Indigo hooking up with? A 'traditional' male (aka wolf) or someone more along the lines of our cast of heroines? :)

Can't wait for the next one!

le chat noir said...

When is BoJ coming out??

Ms. Michelle of said...

I have read Dev and Katyas book THREE times and I just got it this week. Cant stop reading it. So desperately was looking for a "psyfix" and had the dickens of a time finding this excerpt. Now I am excited for Bonds of Justice. Cool Villian too. Creeeeepy.
Now time to read EVERYTHING you have EVER written. You rock.

Ms. Michelle of said...

I have read Dev and Katyas book THREE times and I just got it this week. Cant stop reading it. So desperately was looking for a "psyfix" and had the dickens of a time finding this excerpt. Now I am excited for Bonds of Justice. Cool Villian too. Creeeeepy.
Now time to read EVERYTHING you have EVER written. You rock.

AishaG said...

SOOOOO excited for Bonds of Justice! I had forgotten who Max was...but the first chapter excerpt had me intrigued. MORE PLEASE! and soon! I have finals coming and I need a lengthy distraction :)

Cheryl said...

Thanks Nalini. That sets the scene well, just 8 months to wait! oh well. Can't wait for your books really hoping to see sienna and hawke soon. and find out if sienna is a mythical x psy and what that entails. oh and find out the identity of the Ghost and if Kaleb is good..... Just don't stop writing! Lol.

Susan said...

Kiwi to Kiwi, love this Series, Cant wait till Siennas story comes, Keep up the amazing work so we can all keep buying the books, Thanks!!!!!!!!!!