Vampire Slayers: Death slayers tell no tales.

by Mit Sandru

Vlad V the vampire warned Cat that when you’re rich, the stakes are much higher, and that she might have to do appalling things to survive. Cat thought she’d have to deal with unscrupulous lawyers, greedy financiers and bankers, Wall Street shysters, corrupt politicians, devious conmen, and depraved socialites. Instead, an old nemesis allied with a vampire-slayer drug cult came out of the dark, demanding extortion money or she would be killed. Capturing a vampire—Vlad V perhaps—would be an added bonus for the cult. Blue vampire blood could provide perpetual life and additional riches. Unfortunately, the villains don’t know who or what they are dealing with. Never upset the great-granddaughter of Vlad V and Angelique, her vampire friend, if you want to stay healthy and alive.

192 pages, Paperback

Published December 7, 2014

About the author

Mit Sandru was born in the greater area of Transylvania in the last millennium; make that last century since he's not a vampire. Yet. When he was six years old, a soldier shot him at point blank range with a Kalashnikov. He survived. He outsmarted his German teacher, and survived a tornado in the middle of a wheat field. Not concurrently. When he was 18 years old, he escaped from a country resembling a concentration camp, luckily without being killed. He outran mean border patrol dogs in a foreign country, in the darkness of night, while jumping over six-foot tall stonewalls. Superman he’s not. He came to the USA in search of freedom, glory, wealth, and fame. He’s still searching for three of those. Lightning grazed him, and he caught a shark by the tail. Once. A monkey attacked him in Japan, but his daughter saved him. He avoided many rattlesnake bites, and built a house. No relation between the snakes and the house. Life eventually tamed him and he became a responsible citizen, with a wife, two daughters, dog and cat. And lately two grandsons. The taming part is questionable. He acquired an engineering and management degree and attempted to acquire other degrees in music, marketing, and IT. A certified student. He obtained many professional licenses, which he hardly used, but looked good on his wall. At 59-¾ years old he quit the corporate life and a six-figure salary. Rumor has it that he was given the golden handshake. He was finally free to pursue his dreams of writing, painting and music.
During his professional life he painted hundreds of canvases, and composed dozens of tunes, while since his golden handshake he wrote 13 books. And that was in just the first half of his life.
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