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. 

The prequel to the Amaranthine series tells the story of Patrick and Michael, how they got tangled into Claudius' web, and their valiant fight to escape.

When Patrick's missing brother returns, he brings a world of darkness. Turned into a vampire against his will, Michael is the coven's whipping boy. When Patrick tries to help, he's claimed as a slave who spends his weekends preparing victims, scooping ashes, and falling prey to the vampires' twisted desires.

There's only so much hell he can take. When vampires from a warring coven offer sanctuary in exchange for cooperation, Patrick agrees. What he thought would be a few months drags into a long smear of nightmares and, though he fights for hope and freedom, the cost of victory may be more than he bargained for.


Brothers of Darkness

Patrick leaned back on Churo's mother's couch and closed his eyes. The room throbbed with his heartbeat and he was sure the house was floating. If he looked out the window he bet he'd see fluffy night clouds and glittering stars.


The girl climbed on his lap and he opened his eyes to focus on her face and the wild tumble of her golden-brown hair. 


"No, not anymore. That's a kid's name. Call me Jenny."


"Jenny." The red heart tattoo between her breasts caught his eye and he traced it with his finger while he repeated the name. "Jenny."


She caught his hand with a giggle and moved it lower, between her pale thighs. Something flickered deep in his brain, a warning to stop, but he couldn't understand the message. And when she opened his pants he lost track of everything except the feel of her hot pink lips wrapped around him.


Chapter 33