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Book 1: Immortalis Carpe Noctem - Newbie vampire Alyssa never asked for this life, but now it's all she has. Rescued from death by Lysander, the aloof and sexy leader of the Peregrinus vampire clan, she's barely cut her teeth before she becomes a target. Kallisto, an ancient and vindictive vampire queen - and Lysander's old mate - wants nothing less than final death for her former lover and his new toy. She's not above letting the Acta Sanctorum, and its greatest vampire hunter, Santino, know exactly where the clan can be found.With no time to mourn her old life, Alyssa's survival depends on her new family. She will have to stand alongside Lysander and fight against two enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy them.
Book 2: Hunters & Prey - Rule number one: humans and vampires don't co-exist. One is the hunter and one is the prey. Simple, right? Not for newly-turned vampire Alyssa. A surprise confrontation with Santino Vitale, the Acta Sanctorum's most fearsome hunter, sends her fleeing back to the world she once knew, and Fallon, the human friend she's missed more than anything. Now she has some explaining to do. However, that will have to wait. With the Acta Sanctorum hot on their heels, staying alive is more important than educating a human on the finer points of bloodlust.
Book 3: Pandora's Box - After a few months as a vampire, Alyssa thought she'd learned all she needed to know about the supernatural world. But her confidence is shattered by the delivery of a mysterious package - a Pandora's Box. Seemingly innocuous, the box is in reality an ancient prison, generated by a magic more powerful than anyone in her clan has ever known. But what manner of evil could need such force to contain it?
Book 4: Soulstone - 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.
Book 5: Moonlight
Good girls don't wear fur, or fight over men, and they certainly don't run around naked, howling at the moon. But then, no-one ever called Fallon a good girl. As a human unofficially mated to an Alpha werewolf, Fallon is being pressured to "become"...or be gone. Her mate Aiden, the interim leader of the Olde Town Pack, is in a position that demands he either choose a wolf mate...or leave the pack forever. No matter how hot the sex with Fallon is, he can't ignore centuries of tradition. Become a wolf or not. If only the choice were that simple. Fallon's options are further clouded by the overt presence of other females desperate to be the Alpha's mate. And when these bitches get serious, it's not just claws that come out. If Fallon wants to keep her man and take the title she'll have to exert a little dominance of her own.
Book 6: Dark Salvation
A gathering storm of violence is on the horizon. Whispered threats of the Acta Sanctorum's return have the supernatural world abuzz. Only recently aware of the other world hidden behind our own, Kitara Vanders has barely scratched the surface of what being supernatural truly means. A special woman in her own right, she possesses unique telepathic abilities, gifts that have recently come under the scrutiny of the Acta Sanctorum, a fanatical organization whose mission is to cleanse the world of anything supernatural. Targeted, and marked for death, Kitara's only hope lies with the lethally seductive Nicholas.
Finally, last in line, Mira and Mitchell were called up to
fight. Mira approached the handler in charge of the weapons closet and requested
her sword. As her hands were still cuffed, the handler retrieved her weapon,
checked it off his list, and walked around Mira, sheathing it in her belt for
Mitchell was handed a rather odd-looking weapon, one Mira
had never actually seen in live combat before. An ancient and nasty-looking
thing: a ball with long spikes on a short chain attached to a wooden handle.
She’d seen flails like this before in books, but never actually met a fighter
who used one. Unlike his armor, this weapon appeared to have been used quite
often. Based on the wear and tear, it was his weapon of choice. Some of the
spikes had been sheared off, some worn to nubs. Deep scars ate into the wooden
handle. Yes, this weapon had seen quite a lot of action in its time, and yet its
Owner was as fresh and clean as if he’d never seen a day of battle. That,
despite her resolve, gave Mira a moment’s pause.
She suddenly wished she had a shield to use with her sword.
But wishing would not make it happen. She shoved down her apprehension at the
foreign and dangerous looking weapon. No good would come from showing her fear.
A gruff bark from her handler told Mira it was her time. She
walked to the arena doors. Mitchell’s name was called next, and he too walked
toward the door. A cage dropped down around the two gladiators. Mira held out
her hands toward the bars, waiting for her restraints to be removed. Her heart
pounded with anticipation. Once those bars lifted, she’d need to be ready to
Without a word of acknowledgement or glance of recognition
to each other, Mitchell and Mira stood together while their handlers worked to
remove their restraints. The front of the cage lifted as the doors to the arena
The rowdy mass of spectators was still cheering the last
combatants whose fight had just ended. Only one vampire would be returning to
the stable alive. Adding insult to injury, the screams and howls of approval
from the happy crowd as the other was dragged away by a team of handlers served
to harden Mira’s resolve. The poor wretch’s blood muddied the ground where it
had spilled and trailed on to another set of doors, ones only used to dispose
of the dead.
The scent of freshly spilled blood caught in Mira’s nose,
awakening something primal within her. She’d recently been allowed extra
rations, a gift of her Patron, to build strength before the fight, but nothing
compared to the sweet smell of fresh, hot blood pouring from an open vein.
Mira and Mitchell entered the arena side by side, walking
straight to the center. An announcer overhead called out their names, and the
crowd erupted in another bout of loud screams, hoots, and cheers.
Mitchell smiled up to the crowd, turned around a full
circle, and waved to his adoring audience. Mira remained still, staring
straight ahead, caught off guard by the sight of her new Patron, Lucian,
sitting next to the Magistrate. She’d seen him observing the games on many
occasions, and watched for his signal to make the killing blow, but somehow,
seeing him here, now, after their little chats felt different.
She nodded stiffly to the Elite box and then finally
addressed the crowd. She held up her sword in a victory pose, and those in the
crowd who were clearly her fans jumped to their feet. She may have been the
bane of her handlers and owners, but the rest of the crowd loved her. She was a
winner. She never failed to give a good fight. And she would not disappoint
this time either.
“Combatants,” the announcer called over the speakers. “It is
your privilege today to be able to display your skills for not only your Regent
but also our esteemed Magistrate. You may show your gratitude now.”
Gratitude was not what Mira felt, but she’d done this so
many times. She turned back towards the Elite box. “I fight for the honor of
the Iron Gate and the pleasure of its people, and salute our great leader,
Magistrate Mathias Robertson, for allowing me this opportunity.”
Mitchell repeated a similar token of false gratitude. Mira
could hear it in his voice; he was just as sick of this bullshit as she was.
But that would not matter once the horn blared overhead, signaling the start of
Mitchell’s face hardened from bored to cold and calculating.
He whipped his flail around overhead a few times in a nice display for the
The chain was no more than two feet, but she needed to
account for the handle and his reach too if she wanted to stay out of striking
distance. Her own short sword would not provide much protection. It was a close
quarters weapon, and she doubted she would get the opportunity to get near him.
He swung it — more like flung it — at her, and she narrowly
avoided the head of the spiked ball as it whizzed past her nose.
In unison, the crowd sucked in a deep audible breath.
Mira ducked the next swing but wasn’t prepared for the
recoil. Mitchell quickly backstroked with the weapon and whipped it back in
Mira’s direction. Even with her supernatural speed, she couldn’t escape the
blow. The spiked head of the flail came at her fast. She dropped her sword,
reached out and snatched the ball mid-flight. A spike drove straight into her
palm. She bit back a scream as she clamped her hand around the ball and jerked
it back quickly. Mitchell held tight to the handle, overbalanced himself, and
toppled down to the ground.
Mira, too, lost her footing. She released the weapon as she
windmilled her arms in an effort to stay upright.
A mix of cheers and boos rained down from above. Clearly
Mitchell had some fans. She would have smiled up at their taunting, but
Mitchell was already bouncing back to his feet.
Her hand bleeding from her fresh wounds, Mira crouched,
ready to strike. Mitchell was not giving her an opening; he immediately went to
swinging the flail defensively. It whizzed through the air with deadly speed.
Wicked fast with a supernatural speed equal to hers, Mitchell was damn near
invincible with that weapon. She needed to get in close, but couldn’t find a
way to do it without feeling the sting of the spikes again. Her hand was bad
enough. It was healing, but not as quickly as she would like. She could only
imagine how pleasant it would feel to have those spikes pierce other parts of
With her sword on the ground, she was completely
I know it has been a very long time. The birth of our Daughter, Zoey Nicole Salidas has understandably created a bit of a slow down here at Rising Sign Books. Many of you have asked when the newest Katie Salidas book will be released. Well, the wait is over. After a lot of sleepless nights we're proud to announce a new series: The Chronicles of the Uprising. A New Adult Paranormal Dystopian mashup. We do love blending genres over here. Without further ado...
The great cataclysm wiped almost all life from the face of planet Earth, but tiny pockets of survivors crawled from the ashes, with only one thought: survival, at any cost.
But not all survivors were human.
In the dark, militant society that has risen in the aftermath, vampires, once thought to be mythical, have been assimilated and enslaved. Used for blood sport their lives are allowed to continue only for the entertainment of the masses. Reviled as savages, they are destined to serve out their immortal lives in the arena, as gladiators.
And there is no greater gladiator than Mira: undefeated, uncompromising...and seemingly unbreakable. When an escape attempt leads Mira into the path of Lucian Stavros, the city’s Regent, her destiny is changed forever.
Lucian, raised in a culture which both reviles and celebrates the savagery and inhumanity of vampires, finds Mira as intriguing as she is brash. An impulsive decision - to become Mira’s patron – changes more than just Lucian’s perception about vampire kind. The course of his life is altered in ways he could never have predicted – a life that is suddenly as expendable as hers.
Can Mira prove to Lucian that all is not as it seems? Can Lucian escape centuries of lies, bloodshed, and propaganda to see the truth? Or will the supreme power of the human overlords destroy them both?
The roar of the crowd, all twenty-five-thousand people in attendance, rose to a thundering crescendo when Mira delivered a bone-crunching blow to her opponent’s ribs. Standing only five feet tall, she might not have appeared a formidable warrior, but the thin, spiky-haired waif of a vampire could hold her weight and more when put to the test. Amplified by the superb acoustics, the sound of bones cracking echoed through the Superdome arena. The defeated, a red-headed male vampire staggered, punch-drunk, and then dropped to his knees. Dirt and sweat coated his face but could not mask the fear in his icy blue eyes. His was a look Mira had seen so many times before. Her opponent’s immortal life had finally come to an end, and he was ready to take the final deadly blow.
Above her, Mira knew the fifty-foot mega screen showed her hapless victim in brilliant resolution, ensuring that all who were attending, and those watching from the comfort of their homes, could see these last gruesome moments in crystal clear high-definition.
Mira gazed down at her opponent’s blood-soaked face. Though he was her enemy for the moment, she did not relish having to end him. No one should be forced into the arena and told to kill or be killed. It wasn’t right. But it was what was demanded of her, and given the choice between her life and someone else’s… well, there really was no choice. No matter the cost, Mira was a survivor.
She glanced up to the large private box overlooking the arena. A well-dressed man in deep-purple robes sat, enjoying what appeared to be a dinner of filet mignon and roast potatoes. Even here, in the dusty arena below, Mira’s enhanced senses picked up the tantalizing scent of very rare, bloody steak. She could hardly believe that a human could not only watch the murder about to take place, but also sit and eat the dead flesh of a once-living being while doing it. From the smell of it, the poor beast was practically still bleeding on his plate. Who was truly the more savage creature?
Over the crowd’s roar, an announcer introduced the well-dressed man, Lucian Stavros, Regent of the Iron Gate. Lucian gently and purposefully slowly set down his knife and fork. He took another moment to wipe his face clean and then smiled, acknowledging the roaring crowd.
Chants of “Death, death, death,” rang out from the throng as a single unified demand.
The Regent listened for a moment, making a show of putting his hands to his ears to hear screaming hoard’s request, and then held a hand out, with his thumb pointed to the side.
As if the next moment were the most important, the anticipating mass hushed. Eerie silence filled the arena as everyone watched for the Regent to make his decision.
From her vantage point below, Mira saw the steely look of determination cross the Regent’s face. If she didn’t know better, she might have thought he took this decision seriously; but then, he was human, and they never cared much if her kind lived or died. Lucian Stavros took a cursory glance down at Mira. Their eyes met. It was only a brief moment, but in that short time, Mira saw him waver.
Could it be true, she wondered, or was it just a trick of the light? No human actually cared about the lives of vampires. The moment faded, and the fleeting thought left.
Mira saw the Regent’s decision. He turned his thumb down. Death!
The crowd went wild.
The last hope for her defeated opponent had vanished; Mira had to finish him. “Sorry,” she whispered to the half-dead vampire on his knees before her. Though her fangs tingled at the prospect of tasting his final dying moments—her reward, if you could call it that, for living through another battle— she did not enjoy what she was about to do. Like her, he was a slave, forced into servitude to the humans as they saw fit. He had not asked for this, and neither had she. But, despite what either of them wanted, it was the will of the crowd, the humans, that had to be served.
Aiming to sever the carotid artery with her fangs, Mira dove at her opponent’s neck. His death would be quick. At least she could afford him that luxury.
cataclysm wiped almost all life from the face of planet Earth, but tiny pockets
of survivors crawled from the ashes, with only one thought: survival, at any
But not all
survivors were human.
In the dark,
militant society that has risen in the aftermath, vampires, once thought to be
mythical, have been assimilated and enslaved. Used for blood sport their lives
are allowed to continue only for the entertainment of the masses. Reviled as
savages, they are destined to serve out their immortal lives in the arena, as
And there is
no greater gladiator than Mira: undefeated, uncompromising...and seemingly
unbreakable. When an escape attempt leads Mira into the path of Lucian Stavros,
the city’s Regent, her destiny is changed forever.
raised in a culture which both reviles and celebrates the savagery and
inhumanity of vampires, finds Mira as intriguing as she is brash. An impulsive
decision - to become Mira’s patron – changes more than just Lucian’s perception
about vampire kind.The course of his
life is altered in ways he could never have predicted – a life that is suddenly
as expendable as hers.
prove to Lucian that all is not as it seems? Can Lucian escape centuries of
lies, bloodshed, and propaganda to see the truth? Or will the supreme power of
the human overlords destroy them both?
the hair on the back of Mira's neck prickled. An
uncomfortable weight of unseen eyes settled on her. Dread sank to the pit of
her stomach. Busted...and so close to escaping. Someone else was there,
watching her. She felt it, but what was more unsettling was the fact they had
yet to announce themselves. Guards would shoot first and ask questions later.
Someone lurking in the shadows… there was no telling what game they’d be
Mira turned around and stood next to the guard she had just
felled. It didn’t take much for her to find the source of her unease. A pair of
mossy green eyes scrutinized her from the opposite end of the hall.
Heart pounding, she stared back at the man attached to those
quizzical eyes. Human, no doubt. But he didn’t carry a weapon. Nor was there
any fear in those green eyes of his. On the contrary, alone in a dark corridor,
he stood his ground, lifting his head, and stared Mira down like an alpha from
some long lost wolf pack.
The strangeness of his manner caught Mira by surprise. For a
few moments too long, she stood dumbfounded, trying to process who he was and
what her next move should be. His face seemed oddly familiar, though at the
moment she couldn’t place where she’d seen him before.
The strange man was tall and well built, but that really
didn’t matter much. Mira could take down vampires larger than she with no
problem. But that wasn’t the thing stopping her from making a move. Judging by
the deep plum of his suit, he was a man of some power. Only the Elite – those
in the ruling class – were ever permitted to wear such an audacious color. As
desperate as Mira was at that moment, she needed to tread carefully. Being
caught escaping—again—would earn her more time in the light box, but injuring
an Elite could have her staked out in the middle of town square awaiting the
“Aren't you going to finish him?” the man asked, his tone
calm, soothing, as if he genuinely wanted to know the answer.
“Why don’t I finish you instead?” She hoped the warning in
her voice would be enough to deter him, but still the man remained unfazed,
like some stoic statue across the hallway. What was he playing at? And why was
he just standing there, calmly, giving her every opportunity to strike? Did he
really place so little value on his life?
“You could kill me, sure, but ask yourself how that is going
to help your situation.” Spoken like a true Elite. He had to be up to
She didn’t like the smugness in tone, but felt at a loss as
to how to continue. She could be on him in a fraction of a second. Crush his
windpipe, and maybe buy herself a few more minutes to find the exit, but she
was lost and had already wasted too much time. However, her inaction was almost
certain to earn her some additional reprisal as well.
The corner of his lip quirked up. “I take it by your lack of
response, that you’ve decided against harming me?”
Damn him! He knew she couldn’t take the risk. “For the
moment, I guess.” Mira did not let her own uncertainty leach out into her
voice. She attempted to sound self-assured, as if she were the one in charge at
“Well.” He let out a little sigh. “I’m pleased to hear
that.” The strange man smiled congenially. “But, we will have to sort out what
to do with you. It appears you’re out of bounds here.”
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