Vampire Sunrise (Delilah Street Series #3)

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WHEN THE STAKES ARE DEAD ? OR UNDEAD!

Werewolf mobsters and vampires run Vegas, but that's yesterday's news for Delilah Street, paranormal investigator. What's truly fearsome is her bloody discovery of an undead evil rooted in ancient Egypt. Now, with her lover Ric fighting for life after a grim battle, the chips are down.

But Delilah is a born winner who has never let a little danger throw off her game, and she's been learning fast since she ...

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Overview

WHEN THE STAKES ARE DEAD — OR UNDEAD!

Werewolf mobsters and vampires run Vegas, but that's yesterday's news for Delilah Street, paranormal investigator. What's truly fearsome is her bloody discovery of an undead evil rooted in ancient Egypt. Now, with her lover Ric fighting for life after a grim battle, the chips are down.

But Delilah is a born winner who has never let a little danger throw off her game, and she's been learning fast since she came to Sin City. Her affinity for silver is making mirror-walking a real breeze, and being forced to accept the albino rock star sorcerer Snow's Brimstone Kiss has ramped up her powers to a startling new level. With the help of her trusty uber-wolfhound Quicksilver, not to mention the orange demon parking valet Manny, Delilah is determined to solve even more paranormal secrets, and hopefully save the few innocents left in town. But can Delilah win her high-stakes gamble for life and love against ancient gods and lethal supernatural odds?

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"Wonderfully written...a unique take on the paranormal." — New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439156773
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 11/24/2009
  • Series: Delilah Street Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 1,442,619
  • Product dimensions: 4.06 (w) x 6.86 (h) x 0.97 (d)

Meet the Author

Carole Nelson Douglas, author of more than fifty fantasy and science fiction, mystery, mainstream, and romance novels, was an award-winning reporter and editor for the St. Paul Pioneer Press. After writing some bestselling high fantasy novels and SF thrillers, she imported fantasy notions into her Midnight Louie mystery series, which features a hard-boiled Las Vegas PI who’s a feline “Sam Spade with hairballs.” Her Irene Adler historical series made Carole the first author to use a woman from the Sherlock Holmes stories as a protagonist in the 1991 New York Times Notable Book of the Year, Good Night, Mr. Holmes. She’s won or been short-listed for more than fifty writing awards in nonfiction, sf/fantasy, mystery, and romance genres, including several from the Romance Writers of America and Romantic Times BOOKreviews magazine, and the Cat Writers’ Association. In 2008, RT BOOKreviews magazine named Carole a “pioneer of the publishing industry. Carole and husband Sam Douglas, a former art museum exhibitions director and kaleidoscope designer, are kept as pets by five stray cats and a dog in Fort Worth, Texas. She collects vintage clothing, and does a mean Marilyn Monroe impersonation, and, yes, she does dance, but not with werewolves. As far as she knows.

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Chapter One

DEAD TIRED, I headed "home" in the early evening Las Vegas Strip traffic. Instead of sugarplums — or even three cherries in a slot machine window — other, far less delightful, images danced in my head.

I was only two days of sleep deprivation past an endless night fighting Vegas's hidden ancient Egyptian underworld of bloodthirsty supernaturals. My cup of nightmares was sure to runneth over for weeks with visions of zombie mummies, hyena carcasses, and vampires in eyeliner.

Even worse would be visual reruns of Ric chained to a dungeon wall under the Karnak Hotel, victim of a vicious suck-fest. That was the ancient Egyptian vampire empire's version of waterboarding as they sought the secret of his ability to raise the dead.

Now my investigative partner was out of the Karnak's supernaturally infested bowels and alive, barely, in a highrise suite at the rival Inferno Hotel. In an hour, Ricardo Montoya had gone from the pit of Hell to the heavens, or the Vegas version of both.

Following Ric's and my separate life-threatening investigations at the Karnak, I was alive but iffy on the matter of my soul and sanity. Ric was in a coma — possibly more dead than alive — and possibly possessed of a more compromised soul than I was.

I'd been too frantic to do anything but hover over Ric for hours and was finally heading home under doctor's orders to "freshen up" before returning to his comatose side.

Good advice.

Getting myself together enough to drive my big black '56 Caddy, Dolly, through brassy Vegas Strip traffic forced me to focus. My heart felt a faint ping of security when the Nightwine estate's iron side gates opened automatically to admit us.

After parking Dolly near the carriage house, I could hardly wait to enter my soothing rental digs and start to feel human again. In a city built on flash and flesh, unhuman seemed the dominant life, or death, form.

I headed for the Enchanted Cottage, then stopped. Its Hobbity front door formed a gray wooden frame for something black-and-white and silver all over that stood before it, blocking my way. Yes, this "something" was also "someone" I welcomed seeing. My favorite CinSim.

"Godfrey!" My voice quivered with mingled grief and joy.

"My dear Miss Street," he began in the brisk tones of that fine actor, William Powell, playing the ultra-competent My Man Godfrey in the 1936 romantic comedy film classic. "How splendid to see you alive and well and back on the premises."

Godfrey was my landlord's butler and looked more than double my age. He was actually three or four times it, depending whether you counted birth dates or film dates. Godfrey was as formal as an English tea caddy, but he'd been my first real friend in Las Vegas. That he was a Silver Screen movie image imposed on a zombie body "canvas" made him no less dear to me.

"Where is our Master Quicksilver?" he asked, worried and glancing behind me.

That's what an old-school butler like Godfrey called my adopted hundred-and-fifty-pound dog: "Master Quicksilver."

Godfrey honored my canine companion by addressing him as he would a young male human. Quicksilver indeed had awesome qualities above and beyond the ordinary dog.

Godfrey's always amusing formality helped me focus even more. Stiff upper lip and all. Right.

"Quick's fine, Godfrey. I left him guarding Ric at the Inferno."

"Ah." Godfrey's pencil-thin black mustache twitched ever so slightly with sympathy. "I understand Mr. Montoya is secure and doing well in Christophe's magnificent establishment."

I noticed Godfrey hadn't described Ric as he had me, "alive and well."

"How do you know what's...happened?" I asked.

"Word gets out," he murmured, as discreet as ever.

"'Word.'" My stress-dulled mind grabbed that one piece of mental flotsam and clung to it.

APPARENTLY, "WORD" HAD been thorough enough to make everyone I knew uncomfortable with the "alive" designation for Ric's current state.

That kicked me back into reliving the nightmare of Ric's rescue. I saw our war party retreating quickly through a trail of downed Egyptian warriors, attack mummies, and hyenas as the underground River Nile became one of the rivers of Hell flowing beneath Snow's Inferno Hotel.

Snow's security head, Grizelle, a six-feet-something black supermodel type who can turn that catwalk strut into the stalking stride of a six-hundred-pound white tiger, had borne Ric's unconscious body along so fast she was out of sight.

Snow, acting fast like the big shot he was, had already arranged a state-of-the-art hospital suite in the hotel. No outsiders would know what had happened to Ric. The Vegas bigwigs involved wanted news of a rival supernatural vampire empire at the Karnak kept secret.

I was just as eager to keep Ric's one paranormal power private.

When I caught up with Grizelle at the hotel's forty-second-floor high-roller penthouses, I'd found Snow's designated hospital site was the bridal suite. Ouch.

Snow always played Mr. Discreet, but, like the scorpion, his every move could bear a sting in its tail. My "bridegroom" might never awaken.

I couldn't carp about the setup.

Ric was soon ensconced in a hospital bed so accessorized it resembled a Bowflex home gym. He had twentyfour- hour guards and nursing care. As he slept, blood dripped around-the-clock into his circulatory system, an oddly vampiric process.

That last memory of him made me shudder now.

"MISS STREET." GODFREY gently broke into my dark trip down bad-memory lane. "You're not here to brood, but to rest, recover, and change clothes. Please go inside and do that."

"Oh. Yes. Yes, Godfrey." I looked down at the shopping bags dangling in my hands. "Thanks for packing me some things to use at the Inferno. I'm going right back, of course. Directly back."

"Of course." He used that agreeable tone that didn't quite gibe with what he just said. "I'll wait here until you're safely inside."

"Getting pushy, are we, Godfrey?" I smiled. "I'm supersafe on Nightwine's ultrasecure estate. I'm just not safe alone inside myself right now."

I let Godfrey feel useful. He took and slid my key card into the door slot, nodding good-bye as I shuffled my bootclad feet over the threshold. Everything inside looked the same, but seemed oddly alien.

I felt like I'd been on a two-day bender — like Ray Milland in The Lost Weekend — although alcohol hadn't been my downfall. Since I work freelance, weekends don't have the significance for a 24/7 on-call snoop like me that they hold for the forty-hour-a-week wage slave I used to be.

Life in post-Millennium Revelation Las Vegas is one long — one might even say eternal — Lost Weekend anyway. Before the millennium turned, party-hearty Vegas was full up with social vices...drinking, dicing, doing anyone and any illegal substances in sight.

Me, here and now, I'd just OD'ed on fighting supernatural crime. I ached from ankle to angst, but mostly I was mentally sucked dry.

I'd left the Enchanted Cottage thirty-six hours earlier a relatively well-adjusted woman with a mildly important mission...handling a rogue CinSim at the Inferno Hotel. That was more a public relations assignment than a serious case for a fledgling paranormal investigator.

Here I was coming home a virtual zombie, a husk who'd danced cheek-to-cheek with sex and death and destruction and — even more blasphemously — perhaps given life.

When I left my fairy-tale digs I hadn't anticipated meeting a particularly iconic CinSim: Humphrey Bogart as "gin joint" owner Rick Blaine in the 1942 film classic Casablanca. Who wouldn't want to share a bar with Mr. Noir Guy, even if he was just a CinSim?

Once placed, CinSims are chipped to stay where put, within a room or a set range of so many feet. They are property on loan. One of them strolling off assigned premises, even in their home hotel, was big news.

Wouldn't you know it was tough-guy Bogart/Blaine who'd wandered from his proper place in the hellfire bowels of the Inferno Hotel? He'd made it all the way to the ground-level bar. There he'd asked for me, Delilah Street. Well, he didn't exactly ask for me, personally.

He'd muttered about a woman of my description: "black and blue." That's me on a police blotter — black hair, blue eyes. Add a funeral-lily pale complexion and red lips and you have Snow White wearing Lip Venom gloss.

Since my "summoning" then and my exhausted return now, my attire had gone from a midnight-blue velvet gown among my personal vintage clothes collection to an armored catsuit fit for a sixties James Bond movie action climax.

The steel-studded, patent-leather suit and crotch-high flat-heeled boots I wore, sans the black mail hood, were unnaturally light and tight and adapted to the wearer's physical dimensions, permanently.

At least Grizelle said so.

That's why I'd worn the thing home under a jersey caftan. The suit moved like muscle with my weary body and kept me upright, thanks to spandex and some possibly supernatural spell known only to Snow.

For all its creepy flexibility, the outfit felt as hard as a scarab's shiny carapace. Inside it my joints creaked as if cased in concrete. My mind felt duller than a battle-worn sword and my heart heavier than a black hole filled with lead.

How odd that instead of a weapon I now toted something as trivial as a Prada shopping bag loaded with my clothes from my original dress-up outing to the Inferno. I pulled out midnight-blue sequined pumps — call them Dorothy Gale in mourning — and matching evening bag, and a tiny but significant container of Lip Venom plumping gloss.

All very chichi, yet to me the limp blue velvet vintage gown draping the crook of my arm was now about as attractive as a vamp-drained corpse.

I let it slide to the floor with the shoes and bag as soon as I crossed the cottage threshold, the beginning of my personal safety zone.

There was no place like the Enchanted Cottage for R&R.

My landlord, another triple threat like Snow — TV producer, film buff, and morbidity entrepreneur Hector Nightwine — had duplicated a film set as a livable guest house on his estate.

I can't swallow the fairy tale that quaint settings create a stage for true love, as happened in that movie. Still, since the Enchanted Cottage had been recreated in post-Millennium Revelation Las Vegas, what had been merely "charming" before was now actually "charmed," in the sense of hosting a mostly unseen magical staff.

Yup, I knew that lodging me here was like reinventing Snow White with pixies and gnomes instead of workaholic dwarfs. The best part was these shy, often unseen creatures worked for me, not Hector.

And work they did, leaving no domestic duties to distract this kick-ass late-model Snow White from just how bad things looked for her Prince Charming.

Copyright © 2009 by Carole Nelson Douglas

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  • Posted October 9, 2009

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    he latest Street Paranormal Investigator thriller combines horror, mystery, romance, and sex into an exhilarating urban fantasy

    It has been years since the Millennium Revelation when all the creatures of myth and legend rose up from the shadows to reveal themselves to humanity. Delilah Street comes to Las Vegas from Wichita to work as a paranormal investigator. Deep below the Karnak Hotel lives a vast Egyptian vampire sect ruled by two Pharaohs; humans are bred and brought to them as food. Delilah rescued her lover Rick MMontoya by giving him the Resurrection Kiss to restore his life.------------

    After Rick was in a coma, Delilah finds she has the ability to kiss away from his back thescars he received while he was a slave for a master criminal.. He wakes up and remembers what happened to him and is determined to free the other humans held by the Egyptian vampires. Before they leave on theur quest, the werewolf Cesar Cicerau summons Delilah to remove the ghost of the daughter he killed who haunts his hotel. A supernatural creature is stalking the hotel killing anyone who gets in the way. Delilah is clueless how to rid the hotel of this deadly fiend and the ghost while below ground the vampires are dining on humans.------------

    The latest Street Paranormal Investigator thriller combines horror, mystery, romance, and sex into an exhilarating urban fantasy that puts the sin in Sin City. With plenty of twists, VAMPIRE SUNRISE is a roller coaster doing loops with each spin accelerating the ride. Readers will enjoy following the clues, surreal and mundane, as Carole Nelson Douglas lets Midnight Louie catch a cat nap while Delilah does the sleuthing above and under the streets of Las Vegas.------------

    Harriet Klausner

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    Interesting story lines, but hard to identify with the characters

    I enjoy this genre, and I enjoyed the book. But I was a little disappointed in some areas.

    First of all, it seems to be two books in one, with somewhat different writing styles and character development in the second part of the book. So I will comment on it by parts...

    The first part of the book seems to be written in a 'cold' detached style. The characters seem to be distant - like watching them on a TV screen with short, crisp, stilted dialogue. It reminded me in some strange way of the old 'Dragnet' dialogue in the early days of TV. Not many excess words - just the facts (as Joe in Dragnet used to say). The story line was interesting and flowed well, and it came to a logical conclusion about half way through the book. I just was not as drawn into the book as would have liked to be.

    The second part of the book takes the same characters, but it is like this was written by a different person. The characters are more developed, but the prose starts to ramble and the story line slows down. At times the authors seems to spend pages trying to impress the reader with her knowledge of Egyptian mythology - you would think this would be to set up the next scene, and perhaps that is the intent, but it does not work as well for me.

    The setting in part 2 is more grandiose - with Egyptian 'gods,' hordes of victims trapped underground as fodder for vampires, and our poor little heroine and her boyfriend driven to try to free them against impossible odds for no good reason that I can fathom. Characters come in to help them and then fall out of the story line inexplicably. Bad guys who could stop them seem to not want to bother.

    The thread that ties part two together is a wolf-dog that sounds like a supernatural version ScoobyDoo that is more interesting to me than the characters. You become more concerned about him than about the lead characters who seem incredibly naive and foolish - trying to overcome legions of vampires, ancient gods, and half-human bad guys just for the sake of doing it. Motivation is a bit lacking. It is hard to imagine, for example, the lead male character going back to a deep underground layer where he was previously captured, drained of most of his blood, and saved by a supernatural kiss from the lead female character.

    The scenes are so extravagent in part 2 that it would seem that the book was written to be made into a movie. It would be easy to see this book as a movie script - perhaps easier to see that than to plod through it as a book.

    I do not want to sound overwhelming negative, and I am afraid that this review has that tone. The story line is interesting, and the plot flow, while a bit obtuse at times, does keep you wanting to find out what happens next.

    I enjoyed the book, but I have read other books in this genre that I have enjoyed more. I recommend the book, but with some reservations, as I think the casual escapism reader will find it a bit slow paced and hard to follow with a myriad of characters that pop in and out of the story.

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  • Posted January 18, 2010

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    A Good Getaway from the daily grind

    Its as good as it gets. This series is a must for those look like supernatural fluff.

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