Author: Katie Salidas
Series: Immortalis (Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Vampires/Urban Fantasy Publisher: Rising Sign Books
Release Date: January 1 2012
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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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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