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

Something growled to Patrick's right, and Katelina gave a long loud scream. Patrick pulled himself to his knees and tried to shake his vision into focus. Katelina struggled on the sidewalk, her arms pinned above her head. Someone straddled her, their knees wrapped around her waist and their face buried in her neck. 


"Whatwhat the fuck? What the fuck?" Patrick pulled himself up and lurched toward the attack. It was a scene from a nightmare. Or a memory. Hailey in the park all over again. "Get off of her! Get the fuck off of her!"


By the time he reached them, anger had sobered him. He swung with enough force to knock her assailant off. Free, she scrambled backwards. The street light above clicked and came back on. He could see the tears of terror glistening on her cheeks, see her hand go to her neck, see it come back with blood. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"


Chapter 55