Title: Soulstone
Author: Katie Salidas
Series: Immortalis (Book
#4)
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Rising
Sign Books
Release Date: Mar
2012
Blurb/Synopsis:
It’s a desperate time for rookie vampire Alyssa, and her
sanity is hanging by a slender thread. Her clan is still reeling from the
monumental battle with Aniketos; a battle that claimed the body of Lysander,
her sire and lover, and trapped his spirit in a mysterious crystal. A
Soulstone.
Unfortunately, no amount of magic has been able to release
Lysander’s spirit, and the stone is starting to fade. Weeks of effort have
proved futile. Her clan, the Peregrinus, have all but given up hope. Only
Alyssa still believes her lover can be released. In despair, Alyssa begs the
help of the local witch coven, and unwittingly exposes the supernaturals of
Boston to unwanted attention from the Acta Sanctorum.
The Saints converge on the city and begin their cleansing
crusade to rid the world of all things “Unnatural.” In the middle of an all-out
war, but no closer to a solution to the dying stone, Alyssa is left with an
unenviable choice: save her mate, or save her clan.
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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
CHAPTER 1
Down the creaky steps I walked, alone, heading for the
basement.
Visiting Lysander had become my nightly ritual. I’d wake up
in my bed, reach out to the empty sheets, and feel nothing but crushing
emptiness. It’s hard to believe that the absence of someone can bear such a
heavy weight on one’s soul, but it does. That’s when realization would hit me,
and I’d relive that terrible memory of seeing Lysander, my love, my mate, dive
into the flames. Only after coming downstairs to the dark, dungeon-like
basement, would I feel better.
I took a deep breath and stepped down onto the cold concrete
floor. To my already tepid skin, the ground felt icy. Winter’s chill had frozen
everything, and the basement was no real shelter from the cold. I probably
should have worn something more than socks, but in my desperation to see him,
I’d ignored basic necessities. I shook off the chill working its way up my
spine and continued on.
“Good evening sweetie.” I said it as if he could hear me.
His spirit could, I guess, but Lysander had no voice with
which to respond. Still, it made me feel better to talk to him as if he were
alive and in front of me.
“It’s snowing outside. Boston is a winter wonderland. Zuri
took us shopping for coats and boots.” Lysander had lived the last fifty years
in Las Vegas. I had grown up there, before becoming a vampire. So for desert
rats such as us, snow was as infrequent as rain, which made them special. Now
that we were on the east coast, both were very common but neither had lost
their beauty, at least to me they hadn’t. “I wish you could see it, honey. It’s
just gorgeous out there. Everything’s covered in white.”
No response, as always. Not that I had really expected one.
Hoped for, yes. But, at this rate, my hope was beginning to wear thin.
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