About The Author

Katie Salidas is a USA Today bestselling author and RONE award winner known for her unique genre-blending style.

Since 2010 she's penned five bestselling book series: the Immortalis, Olde Town Pack, Little Werewolf, Chronicles of the Uprising, and the all-new Agents of A.S.S.E.T. series. As her not-so-secret alter ego, Rozlyn Sparks, she is a USA Today bestselling author of romance with a naughty side.

In her spare time Katie also produces and hosts a YouTube talk show; Spilling Ink. She also has a regular column on First Comics News where she explores writing from a nerdy perspective.

#Free #FridayReads - House of Immortal Pleasures (Part 1)

House of Immortal Pleasures
Copyright © 2010 by Katie Salidas

This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial
sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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Daphne’s friends were cunning little wenches. This wasn’t the first time she’d been kidnapped by them. It was, however, the first time they’d decided to blindfold her. Though well-meaning, they always seemed to drag her to places she would never think to go.
The blindfold—a silky, black scarf—had been tied too tightly; it tugged at Daphne’s face, making her not only blind, but annoyed too.
Sounds of their laughter, the constant rumble of the car engine, and the whipping wind told Daphne that she was being whisked off somewhere far from home.
“C’mon, guys,” she groaned. “This is ridiculous. Cut the crap and take me back home.”
Her plea met with cackling laughter. Daphne reached up, attempting to tug away the blindfold when a hand caught her wrist.
“I don’t think so, Daph!” Jamie, her best friend, teased.
“This is stupid. I just want to go back home. I’ve got things to do.”
“Like what?” Jamie snapped. “Got some huge knitting project to finish? No. Not this time. I’m sick of seeing you mope around. You don’t do anything anymore. You don’t live. Since Ken left, you’ve been a mess. That changes tonight.”
Another feminine voice cheered from the back seat of the car. Daphne recognized the voice—her old roommate, Kerri.
Though the blindfold prevented Daphne from seeing Kerri, she still turned around to face the back seat. “It takes time to heal. Kerri, back me up on this.”
“Sorry, hun,” Kerri laughed. “But this is for your own good.”
“Yeah, it takes time,” Jamie said. “But honey, it’s been six months. You’ve lost it. You need to get back in the saddle … and quick, before you get old and rusty.”
Kerri shouted, “Woot!”
“I’m just not ready to face the world, or another man, right now.” Daphne sighed and leaned back in her seat, grumbling under her breath. Her friends meant well, but she wasn’t ready to get back out there again.
Ken had hurt her deeply. True, it had been six months, but that wasn’t long enough to dull the memory of Ken’s naked ass. She cringed, remembering the way his cheeks had flexed as he thrust himself into that blonde bimbo, lying like a whore in her bed.
Ken hadn’t even had the decency to look ashamed when she caught him in the act. The angry scowl on his face made him appear more annoyed with her interruption than anything else.
The memory alone made her heart ache. She trembled and crossed her arms over her chest to help hold back the pain. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but in six months, she hadn’t gotten over it. In that one moment, seeing him in the throes of passion with another woman, he‘d taken everything away: her heart, her dreams, and her self-confidence.
Ken had been her first. The only man she’d ever given herself to; the only man to ever see her naked body. She couldn’t imagine sharing something as intimate as that with another man.
She sulked to herself as the car continued to speed down what felt like an endless stretch of highway.
Secretly, she blamed herself for his cheating. Daphne knew if she’d been good enough in bed, or maybe let him do the kinky things he wanted, he might have stayed with her. Ken had constantly complained that she wasn’t experimental enough. She knew she never satisfied him. Daphne wanted to do more, but the fear of doing something wrong, of embarrassing herself, of not satisfying her man, prevented her from trying. She couldn’t act like the women in Ken’s porn movies. Just the thought of it sent heat rushing to her face, turning it the color of Bing cherries. She had never been raised to be … kinky.
Jamie and Kerri giggled and sang loudly to sappy love songs playing on the radio.
An hour passed, maybe more; time was a blur while she was trapped. Daphne soon reached the limits of her patience. She’d endured enough bad karaoke and teasing clues about where they were taking her. It became pretty obvious they wanted her to get out and have a night of fun. What wasn’t obvious was the reason for the blindfold.
The car turned sharply, throwing Daphne sideways in her seat. The ride became rough, as if the car had left the smooth highway for a rocky, dirt road.
“What the hell is going on? Where are we?” she yelped, almost bouncing out of her seat as they hit an unexpected dip.
The blindfold came off and Daphne let out a shocked gasp. Through the graying darkness of twilight, she saw the bright, unmistakable neon sign. Large, red letters spelled out, House of Immortal Pleasures.
Her eyes grew wide with realization as they approached. “Oh, hell no,” she shouted. A brothel. A vampire brothel. They brought me here? “Turn this car around right now. I’m not going in there.”

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