Title: Immortalis Carpe Noctem
Author: Katie Salidas
Series: Immortalis (Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal Romance /Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Rising
Sign Books
Release Date: January 2010
Blurb/Synopsis:
Explore the emotional upheaval that is the transformation
from human to vampire. Bleeding to death after brutal mugging on the campus of
UNLV, Twenty-five year old Alyssa, is rescued by the cold and aloof, vampire,
Lysander. Taking pity on her, he shares the gift-and curse-of immortality. She
awakens as a vampire and is soon devastated by harsh realities of her new way
of life: An unyielding thirst for blood as well as the loss of her friends, her
independence, and her humanity. As if having her humanity stripped away was not
enough to make life interesting, Alyssa finds out her "turning," did
not go unnoticed by the rest of undead society. Old enemies; an ancient sect of
vampire hunters, known as the Acta Sanctorum, as well as a powerful Vampire
mistress, each set plans in motion to destroy both Alyssa and Lysander. Only by
accepting her new-found immortality, seizing the night, will Alyssa hope to
survive. She and Lysander must fight together against two sets of enemies bent
on destroying them both.
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Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers
and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to
gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner
while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, she still finds the
time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this
and still have time to write.
And if you can
believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for
sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife,
and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many
nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes
that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
Excerpt
“You are a vampire.”
“A what?” I shrieked.
“You are a vampire, Alyssa,” he said slowly. “An immortal.”
“No! That’s not possible.” I shook my head in disbelief. “Vampires
aren’t real. They’re fiction; nothing but stories and myths.”
One of his dark eyebrows rose slightly. He cocked his head
to the side. He smirked as his eyes trailed down from my face. “Did you not
notice the mark on your neck? Do you not remember drinking my blood?” His fangs
showed as he spoke: pure white, sharp little daggers, just a slight bit longer
than the rest of his teeth. His voice carried that same arrogance I remembered
from when he talked with my attackers.
My mouth hung open. No, this isn’t possible.
Things were still fuzzy in my head, but I did remember the
blood, the liquid fire, I had been forced to drink. I’d hoped it had just been
some drug-induced dream.
Oh, my God, it was true. I drank his blood. “I’m…a …
vampire?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “Our kind are very real. And now, Alyssa,
you are one of us.”
I slumped backwards into the cushions of the couch. His
words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared wide-eyed at the distant wall.
This was like some terrible nightmare. I didn’t want to believe what he was
telling me, but I knew he was right. There was no other way to explain what had
happened to me. No amount of hallucinogenic drugs could have explained how I
had survived the attack, why I had these markings, or the sharpness of my own
new set of fangs.
“Does that mean I’m… undead?”
“You are immortal,” Lysander said with a casual wave of his
hand. “Undead is a silly term mortals use to explain the supernatural things
they cannot possibly understand. You are no more dead than you were when you
woke up this morning. You are just, for lack of a better word, changed.”
Lysander gave me another toothy grin. His fangs were
frightening to look at. The memory of him biting me played over and over in my
mind like a video stuck on repeat.
“But you drank my blood.” My hand shot back up to cover the
wound on my neck.
“Only enough to allow the transformation.”
He reached out, grabbed my hand, and pulled it from my neck.
“Don’t touch me.” I flinched, annoyed and afraid at his
sudden gesture. I tried to pull my hand out of his grip, but he was so much
stronger than I was. He pushed my hand to my chest, forcing me to feel the
erratic thumping of my heart.
“You see,” he said calmly. “Your heart still beats.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.
“But…how?” I relaxed my hand relaxed under his grip.
“Unlike some of your other organs, your heart is still
necessary to keep blood flowing through your body.” Lysander let go of me. “For
now, while your body is in transition, it will beat in an accelerated rhythm,
but it will eventually slow itself to a more normal pace.”
I was speechless. My mind raced, recalling books and movies,
everything I knew about vampire mythology. Bats, stakes, and garlic immediately
popped into my mind.
“I must mention that
your generation’s ideas of vampires are a bit off.” Lysander spoke with a hint
of amusement in his voice. “Many of the popular books and movies about our kind
are no more real than children’s fairytales.”
Is he reading my mind? I wondered how he seemed to say just
the right thing as I was thinking it. “So, none of the stories are true?”
“Most of the new stories you are probably familiar with are
filled with complete nonsense.”
“What about the old ones, like Dracula?”
Lysander sighed. His shoulders slumped. “Dracula is not what
I would consider an old story, but yes, a few are based on some truth, however
little it may be. There is much that is added to make us seem easier to deal
with.” His lip curled into a crooked grin. “Mortals like to think they can hurt
us. It helps them sleep at night.”
“So, you’re not afraid of crosses, then?”
Lysander shook his head. “Crosses and other holy relics are
nothing more than symbols and decorations. I hardly see why an ornamental cross
would stop me from doing anything. Furthermore, I think it’s time for the
Christians to come up with a better symbol. One that is a little less… gloomy.”
I chuckled. “Okay, what about garlic?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “What about it?”
“Isn’t garlic bad for vampires?”
“No.” He shook his head. “Why would it be? We don’t eat, so
how would it harm us?”
I nodded. “Okay… umm… stakes?”
His head tilted to the side as the corner of his lip rose up
into a teasing grin. “You can try to stab me with a piece of wood, but I doubt
it will do much more than aggravate me. We heal quite fast. Perhaps a blade
would work better.”
I shuddered, seeing his teeth again as he spoke. Is that how
I look now?
“So, knives and swords are bad?”
“Yes. It is much harder to regenerate a severed limb. And if
we are separated from our heads, it would be safe to say we would cease to
exist.”
I smiled, noting the sarcasm in Lysander’s voice. I could
tell he’d had this conversation before. He seemed to be enjoying my round of
silly questions.
“Holy water?” I blurted out.
Lysander let out a hearty laugh. “No, you won’t melt into a
pile of goo. You can throw most of that nonsense out of the window, Alyssa.”
I giggled, realizing how silly it sounded: melting into a
pile of goo after being splashed with water. Maybe this won’t be so bad.
“You see, we immortals are not as ridiculous as Hollywood
likes to portray us. Though one thing is true... we do survive off the blood of
the living.”
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