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 went home that morning covered in ashes and gore. He took a shower, then flopped on the couch naked to finish off the last of his emergency stash. He swallowed the pills with half-priced Vodka, but even the burn of the alcohol couldn't banish the smell of scorched flesh from his nose or the taste of death on his tongue.


He thought about what Michael had said as they'd scooped ashes. "It was his own fault. Yeah, Arowenia is hot, and I'd like to bend her over a table myself, but I'm not that stupid."


Hot. Patrick couldn't see that. Pretty, sure, but she seemed too lost and scared to be sexy. She needed saved more than she needed fucked. 


The pounding on the door woke Patrick from his stupor. He flopped his arm and knocked the ashtray over. Butts scattered, and ashes puffed into the air in a cloud of fine dust. The sight reminded him of Josh, and he felt sick all over again.


Chapter 60