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

Michael called ten days later and announced that the vampires were coming home. "Kateesha wasn't there, after all. I hear Claudius is pissed the fuck off. Anyway, I don't know when he'll want you back again, but could be any day."


Two days later Patrick sat on the floor eating noodles. Hailey lay on the couch, a box of Chinese takeaway in her hand, her eyes on the television. The TV audience broke into laughter and so did she. "Oh my god! Did you see that?"


Patrick laughed with her. The morning after the memorial, she hadn't remembered coming on to him, and he didn't mention it. They'd fallen into a familiar friendly routine that felt like something domestic. Meanwhile, Anthony had all but disappeared, with only a text or a call to remind them he existed.


She interrupted his thoughts. "Is there any sauce left?"


Patrick sorted through the takeout rubble. "Not here. I'll check the kitchen."


Chapter 35