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 carried Chrip to the tunnel entrance and squinted into it. He forced his fear down and started upwards, his steps heavy and reluctant.


Her head lay against his shoulder, her lips near his ear, and she whispered, "Patrick, what are they?"


He expected her to argue, but she only nodded. "You won't let them hurt me, will you?"


At the top of the tunnel, the door was still open and the opulent room was deserted. Patrick forced his feet to take them through the house to the kitchen. Each step got a little easier. It will all be over soon.


Elsa was at the sink and Amanda stacked clean glasses on a silver tray. "We thought she got the better of you."


Patrick tried to smile but it was fake, even to him. "No, she's just hard to carry and that tunnel is pretty small."


Amanda nodded absently and grabbed the tray. "Okay, bring her into the ballroom and I'll get it set up."


Chapter 39