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

Near dawn, Patrick and Troy stopped at a small brick building in the middle of nowhere. Troy motioned Patrick out of the car and to the door, where a vampire stood just inside. Patrick cringed back from his hard eyes, but Troy sneered and breezed past him to a door at the far end. A set of stairs descended into darkness and Patrick hesitated. He'd escaped one black subterranean hell, only to land in another.


He stumbled his way down the stairs and Troy pulled him through an empty space, then a doorway. A distant light illuminated a tunnel, and Patrick shuffled down it. His heart beat in his ears and his dry tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. The soda he'd drank in the car seemed a world away.


They ducked into a long room, lit by an overhead chandelier. The glittering crystal was out of place against the cinderblock walls. A vampiress hurried forward and bowed. "Master said you would stop for the day."


"Good. Then get the fuck outta the way so we can go to bed, huh?"


Chapter 47