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by Naylor, Joleene




  Special Edition Vol II

  AMARANTHINE:

  Books 3 & 4

  Ties of Blood

  &

  Ashes of Deceit

  Joleene Naylor

  www.joleenenaylor.com

  [email protected]

  Ties of Blood - First Smashwords Edition, 2011

  Ashes of Deceit - First Smashwords Edition 2012

  Bonus content:

  Amaranthine Interviews copyright 2012 Joleene Naylor except Katelina, copyright Joleene Naylor and Susan Koenig 2012*

  Character artwork copyright 2012 by Joleene Naylor

  The Mother of the Vampires copyright Joleene Naylor 2012

  *The “Mistress” and “Devil” characters are copyright Susan Koenig and used with permission.

  Special Edition Copyright 2012 by Joleene Naylor

  Smashwords Edition, License Notes

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Cover image courtesy of Adam Ward & Dreamstime.com

  Cover by Joleene Naylor

  This book is available in print

  Find Joleene Naylor on Smashwords at: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/joleenenaylor

  Ramblings from the Darkness at www.joleenenaylor.com

  You never know what you’ll find in the shadows…..

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  Other books by Joleene Naylor:

  Amaranthine Special Edition Vol I:

  Shades of Gray & Legacy of Ghosts

  Amaranthine:

  1: Shades of Gray

  2: Legacy of Ghosts

  3: Ties of Blood

  4: Ashes of Deceit

  Vampire Morsels Collection: 17 Short Stories

  101 Tips for Traveling with a Vampire by Joleene Naylor

  COMING SOON:

  Patrick: A Prequel

  5: Heart of the Raven

  Also look for individual Vampire Morsel short stories on Smashwords

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  Table of Contents:

  Intro

  The Books:

  Book 3: Ties of Blood

  Book 4: Ashes of Deceit

  Bonus Material:

  The Amaranthine Interviews

  Executioner Art Gallery

  Short: The Mother of the Vampires

  Links to Downloadable Content

  Acknowledgements

  About Joleene Naylor

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  INTRO

  You’ve probably seen the special features that come on most DVDs. They range from the ever cheesy movie commentary, through concept galleries, all the way to my personal favorite: the deleted scenes. Whenever we finish a movie in the Naylor house, we go straight to the bonus content menu. I can’t help but think; wouldn’t it be cool if you could do that with a book?

  Now you can.

  The Amaranthine Special Editions feature back to back vampire novel goodness (two novels in one!) and a section of fun bonus features. Read the books and then skip to the bonus content, or check that out first if you prefer. It’s the twenty-first century, so why should DVDs have all the fun?

  Look for the Amaranthine Special Edition Vol I, featuring the first two novels in the series and lots of tasty extras!

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  THE BOOKS

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  BOOK 3:

  TIES OF BLOOD

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  Chapter One

  Katelina stared into the darkness and let her mind wander. She thought about the epic movies she’d seen. The final battle always ended in a smear of blood, then the hero swept up the girl and rode away into their happily ever after. For Katelina, it was the day after the happily ever after, and it wasn’t like the movies. All the troubles and tasks those simple words obscured were waiting for her. There were practical things for her to worry about: getting settled into her new home, taking out the trash, fixing the broken window, and trying to salvage some of the life she’d left behind. Instead of being over, her troubles were just beginning.

  She thought of her abandoned apartment, her mother that she hadn’t called for two months, and her best friend Sarah. Watery guilt settled in her stomach. It was her fault that Sarah had been taken by Claudius and murdered. Though, she didn’t know what she could have done differently to save her. It was one of a thousand regrets that she’d never be free of.

  She rolled over in bed, seeking comfort, and noted the empty place. Jorick was already out, no doubt feeding. Feeding was a word she still wasn’t used to. Vampire was another one. The discomfort did nothing to change her reality.

  She closed her eyes and pictured Jorick: tall, dark, and immortal. His hair was as black as the night and his eyes were dark fire. It was no wonder she’d fallen for him. The mental image brought a smile to her face. She reveled in it for a moment, then forced herself to get out of bed. The basement bedroom was chilly, so she dressed quickly. Her eyes strayed to a tatty suitcase. Now that they were home, they needed to unpack. First, she might as well have something to eat.

  She hurried through the basement and up the stairs. As she passed the bathroom she could hear the shower running and thought she heard Jorick singing in a disturbingly foreign language. Odd, to think that vampires sang in the shower.

  The kitchen was drafty, and outside the wind blew a bucket into the foundation. It was as if winter knocked to remind them it was there. It needn’t have bothered. For once, she was aware of the date. It was already the fourth of December.

  She switched the oven on and moved to the refrigerator. A folded piece of paper lay on the counter next to it with the words “Official Notice” printed on the front. As she picked it up, Jorick entered and stole her attention. His hair was wet and the scent of soap clung to him. He planted a kiss on the back of her neck and plucked the paper from her fingertips.

  “Hey, I was looking at that.”

  “The electric bill is late.” He crumpled it into a ball in his palm. “Loren wasn’t here to pay it while we were gone.”

  “Oh.” A strange sense of relief swept through her. “You might think this is stupid, but I was afraid it was from The Guild or something.”

  Jorick’s head snapped up and he stared at her. “The Guild? Why would they bother us?”

  “Thomas said he was going to report us to The Guild, remember? Because he claimed you broke the deal you made with Oren’s stupid coven and ordered me to kill Kateesha and take her heart.” As the words left her mouth the memories made her wince. It had only been a few days ago when she’d been cleared at a make-shift trial; only a few days ago when she’d thought Jorick was dead and in a screaming rage had killed Kateesha with her own hands. Secretly, she was proud of that, but what followed - ripping out her heart and drinking from it - left her more than a little embarrassed.

  Jorick interrupted her thoughts. “It won’t do Thomas any good. There’s enough evidence in Kateesha’s records to prove he broke his oaths by spying for her. They’d punish him, not you. Especially if they knew about Kateesha’s ridiculous plan to wage war on mortals.”

  “Maybe.” Katelina suspected The Guild would exonerate Thomas and find a way to punish her just because she was human.

  “It doesn’t matter.” Jorick brushed the conversation away. “I imagine it’s cold in here. I’ll start a fire.”


  He disappeared to the living room and she turned back to the refrigerator. There was nothing in it that she wanted. Shopping was just another of those things they needed to do.

  A knock on the front door made her jump. She heard Jorick answer it and then a familiar voice said, “Hey, wanted to let you know we’re heading out.”

  She followed the sound into the living room. Just inside the door stood Loren, a teenage vampire. His short black hair curled around his face and his large, doe brown eyes looked deceptively innocent. He made Katelina think of a cherub, though the persona hardly fit. Next to him was a bald vampire who had a tribal tattoo down one side of his face and a goatee. It was Micah, and she’d have been perfectly happy never to see him again.

  Jorick’s wary eyes expressed the same sentiments, though his words were polite. “Have a safe trip.”

  Micah suddenly saw Katelina and broke into a fanged grin. “Hey Lunch. You forgot this.” He threw something at her. Instinctively, she shrieked and leapt away.

  Jorick growled in wordless fury and grabbed Micah. He spun him around and slammed him face first into the nearest wall. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Despite his position, Micah was unfazed. “You wanna go? I could use a little exercise before the long ass trip.”

  “Hey! Hey!” Loren caught Jorick’s arm and tried to pull him away. “It’s just her stocking hat, dude! You guys left it in the car!”

  Katelina looked to the object on the floor. Sure enough, it was her hat. However, she couldn’t summon a thank you. Not for Micah.

  “Shut up,” Micah ordered. “Don’t tell him that until I kick his ass!”

  Jorick released him and stepped back, wiping his hands on his pants as though he’d been contaminated. “As if you could. You’d be dead before you turned around. Idiot.”

  Micah tugged his tank top straight. “Look who’s talking? You’re the idiot who went ape shit over a fucking stocking hat. I thought Lunch could handle it since she’s a vampire slayer.” He broke off into laughter.

  Katelina scooped the hat up and wadded it in her fist. He was next on her vampire slaying list. “Go bite yourself.”

  “I could bite you,” Micah suggested. Jorick growled low in his throat and Micah added, “Ah, don’t take everything so personally. I promise I won’t enjoy it.”

  Loren laughed, but stopped when he realized he was the only one. “Okay, we’ll see you guys later.” He pulled Micah towards the door, his eyes on Jorick. “Do you have a message for Oren?”

  There was a moment of silence and Katelina cringed. Though Jorick swore they weren’t going to get involved, she was afraid he couldn’t stay away. She understood that Oren was his fledgling, but enough was enough, so she was relieved when Jorick answered, “Nothing comes to mind. I saw him only two days ago.”

  Loren shrugged. “Just checking. Okay. Gotta get back and help set up the new war coven. Hopefully Oren’s got some more people coming or it’s gonna be a tiny war.”

  “We don’t need anyone else.” Micah looked at Jorick and suddenly his words had a different meaning. “Come on, Loren. We’ll leave the losers to get all domestic.”

  “Who are you calling losers?” Katelina shouted after them. Her only answer was the slamming door and Micah’s fading laughter. “Jackass!”

  She and Jorick wandered back into the kitchen. She was still muttering insults to Micah as she prepared her frozen pizza. He’d hit too close to home. It was time for them to get domestic. It wasn’t that she was sad to be free of the wars and killing, or that she wanted to go with them. Far from it. She was sick of being the only human pet among the monsters, and she was tired of all the blood. But, she didn’t know how to start the necessary conversations. It was a relationship stage she’d never made it to.

  Jorick opened the refrigerator and poked a glass decanter. The crimson liquid inside stirred in a thick, congealed way. “I think it’s time to throw that out.”

  She fetched a plastic knife from the cupboard and decided that was the best opening she was likely to get. “I think it’s time to do a lot of things, like get some dishes.”

  Jorick waved a dismissive hand towards the cupboard. “You have plastic utensils and cardboard plates.”

  “Paper plates,” she corrected. “I meant real dishes. I’d like to be able to cook something besides the same convenience food every day.”

  “I forget how spoiled you modern humans are.” Though he sounded serious, he fought a grin. “When I was your age we were happy to have any food at all.”

  She tried to ignore the creepily grandfather-ish phrase he’d employed. “I can’t help if you were born in the savage wilds.”

  “I’d hardly use the word savage! We simply had different priorities - more important priorities. Besides, I didn’t know you could cook.”

  Some secret spark of female pride flared in her. “Of course I can cook! I used to cook all the time!” She waved the plastic knife, daring him to insult her again.

  “Really? I’m sorry, but you don’t strike me as the homey type.”

  “Well, maybe I am.” She tried to mentally calculate when she’d stopped cooking - or even when she’d started - and realized it had only been a couple of months after she’d first moved out on her own. It got boring quickly and, living alone, it hadn’t seemed important.

  As if he plucked the information from her mind, Jorick laughed. Then, he pushed himself off the counter and closed the gap between them. He caught her head in his hands and turned her face to his. “If you want dishes we’ll get dishes, all right? Even if it is a waste of money,” he added teasingly and neatly dodged her attempt to hit him. “Any other unusually expensive requests?”

  “Actually…” She hesitated. She needed to phrase this correctly, or he’d object right away. “I thought we could go see my mom.”

  Jorick froze like a deer in headlights. The smile plastered across his motionless face looked painted and stretched. He held it for several seconds before it slowly melted into something that resembled a grimace. His voice sounded as enthusiastic as his new smile looked, “We?”

  The reaction wasn’t as bad as she’d anticipated, so she plunged on. “Why not? I want my mother to meet you.”

  His laughter was mirthless and sarcastic. “Oh yes, she’ll love it when you introduce your vampire lover! That’s not how things are done.”

  “Says who?” She raised her chin a notch. “I’m not going to tell her you’re a vampire! Do you think I’m nuts?” She softened her voice and tried another tactic. “I want to see her, Jorick.”

  He took a step backwards, as though trying to distance himself from the idea. “Why?”

  ”Because she’s my mother! Maybe you forgot, but she thinks I was kidnapped, and the police probably think you did it! Do you want them looking for you forever?”

  “No, of course not! I’d much rather they arrest me outright! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to get out of jail? Not so much hard to do, as hard to explain!” He shook his fist almost comically. “And they start taking your fingerprints! What right does any human have to another person’s fingerprints?”

  She tried to soothe him. “They won’t arrest you. We won’t stay long, just a night. Just long enough for her to see I’m all right.” She could feel that she was losing, so she tried another approach. “I want to make sure they didn’t hurt her. They got Sarah, after all.”

  Jorick gritted his teeth. “Yes, but checking to see that she’s all right and introducing us are hardly the same thing!”

  Katelina’s hands went to her hips. “What? Would you rather just sit at her window like a vulture and peer in on her?”

  He nodded encouragingly, a brief light of hope in his eyes. “Actually, yes, that’s what springs to mind.” She glared at him and he snapped, “Katelina, I do not meet parents!”

  “She isn’t parents, she’s one parent and besides, I’m sure she’ll love you.” She tried her best winning smile, but he refused to soften. She was
running out of patience. The only alternative left was to shake him like a bobble headed action figure.

  “I’ll call her first,” she added, as if that would make it better. “I’ll explain everything.”

  “Will you really? I’d like to hear that!” His voice rose a notch as he imitated her, “‘Hello mother. No, I’m not kidnapped, only ran away with a vampire. Sorry I couldn’t call sooner, but there were a few coven wars going on and I was just so busy!’…” he trailed off, disgusted. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”

  “So now I’m stupid?” She crossed to him, prepared to use her last option.

  He groaned and laid a hand to his head. “You know very well what I meant.”

  She did, and as far as she was concerned the conversation was over. “I’m going, Jorick, and that’s that.”

  “Fine!” He threw his hands in the air. “Be impractical, if that’s what you want! Meanwhile, I’m going to go find my dinner!”

  “You do that.” She stubbornly turned her back to him. He made no reply and when she turned around, he was gone. She swore under her breath and kicked the kitchen cupboards, though she wasn’t sure who she was mad at. Was it Jorick, or herself?

  She ate her lunch in the front room, surrounded by Jorick’s ridiculous stacks of books. They were in the wing-backed chairs, on the stand, and in piles all over the floor. The dining room was no better. The kitchen and bathroom were only book free because she’d moved them.

  When she’d finished eating, Jorick still wasn’t back. She realized he wasn’t just feeding; he was pouting. She decided to let him. It was no skin off her nose. She wasn’t going to chase him down.

 

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