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

Jorick carried Katelina upstairs and put her on the bed. When the vampire left, Patrick stripped off her clothes and washed away the blood with a washrag. Her top was ruined, but the blood didn't show on his black t-shirt, so he settled for washing his with a cloth, then threw hers into the dumpster in the alley.


Since the implanted memory said that things had gone like last time, that meant they'd had sex. Patrick peeled off his clothes and slid under the blankets beside her. She stirred but didn't wake. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the warmth of her breath that tickled his shoulder. Sleep brought nightmares; he saw Troy's hands on her, saw him tear into her, saw the tears slip down her cheeks as he 


The backdrop changed to the park. It wasn't Hailey screaming as vampires attacked from the shadows, but Katelina. They pinned her to the ground, fangs flashing.


Chapter 57