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

He blew out a stream of cigarette smoke and watched it drift toward the ceiling. Hailey was in the bathroom having an "after sex pee" as she called it.


He closed his eyes and tried to conjure his fantasy Hailey. She giggled, her cheeks tinted an appropriate pink, then she said, "ignore it and fuck me."


The toilet flushed and the real Hailey waddled back to the bedroom and stopped next to the bed. She'd thrown a t-shirt on, but her breasts swelled against it and the nipples poked out to create little hard lumps.


She glanced down and laughed. "I hear it happens." Then she dropped into the bed and snatched the cigarette from between his fingers. He stared in a sort of horrified fascination as she took a long puff and exhaled a cloud. "God, that feels so much better." She elbowed him in the ribs. "I bet you feel better, too. When was the last time you got laid?"


Chapter 41