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 hid in one of the "slave rooms", pressed into the corner of the shower, his knees up. Hot water rained around him, but it couldn't wash away the last five days. He'd tried to help James; tried to spare him from the worst of Troy's lust, but he couldn't take anymore. One more night and he would snap.


He took a long deep breath. He was in his sanctuary, or what he tried to pretend was a sanctuary. It was really a bedroom meant for a human slave and unoccupied at the moment. While Troy did his daily whatever, Patrick hid there, and tried to pretend that he was safe, even though he knew better.


He forced himself to get out of the shower, dry off, and dress. Troy would come looking for him any moment, demanding to know what the fuck he was doing, and order him back to the bedroom. 


This is the last fucking time I'm going to go.


Chapter 49