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Tales of the Executioners

Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. Twenty-nine short stories of love, death, heartbreak, and blood. Meet the Executioners, elite enforcers of the vampires’ laws. Walk with them through origin stories, follow them across the sea to the colonies, and run with them through the wilds, as they try to bring civilization to a land ruled by “day sleeper” clans. Fifteen interwoven stories tell the beginning of The Guild, set under the watchful - and sometimes malevolent - gaze of the ancient Malick, whose heavy shadow stretches even across the sea. Meet his favorite son, his willful daughter, his child-like pet, and many more whose jealousies, hatreds, and loves twist together to create consequences they can’t foresee.

Joleene Naylor · Terror
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186 Chs

Chapter 56: Jorick - The Price of Freedom, Part 2

He skipped the pleasantries. "You know why I'm here."

"No, Jorick. I have no idea."

"Malick sent me."

"Did he?" He felt her gaze run over his well-muscled body as she licked her lips. "I thought perhaps you'd come to see me."

For a moment, he was tempted, but the memory of Velnya, of her large violet eyes, pushed the thoughts away. "I'm married."

Kateesha leaned against the door frame and pouted. "Yes, I know, and to such a plain, timid little thing. Can you truly be happy with her? Oren's sister would suit you better. Even that little girl in Texas would have been a more suitable choice. Sarita, wasn't it?"

His nose curled with disdain. "You know I have no love for Spaniards."

"She wasn't a Spaniard, but a Mexican and she filled your bed easily enough while we were there."

That she would bring such a thing up nowNo. He knew she was trying to irritate him, and he wouldn't fall for it. "That was long ago. Besides, there is a difference between sharing love and a bed."