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

The house looked as pathetic as Patrick remembered; worse in the rain. Churo parked in the middle of the road and frowned. "Are you sure this is the place?"


"Yeah, this is it. It's Jorick's house."


They climbed out into the drizzle and Churo tried to shield his hair with his hand. "Exactly who is this Jorick?"


"A guy I know." Patrick envisioned Churo stumbling into the middle of a top secret vampire moment. "Why don't you wait here? Jorick is real touchy about strangers."


"Right." Churo hopped back in the car and shut the door. "Hurry back."


Patrick slogged through the yard to the sagging porch. He knocked, but no one answered, so he let himself in. The room smelled of mold and wet wallpaper. Rain water dripped from the ceiling and plopped softly on the dusty wooden floor. Add lightning for an instant horror movie set.


Chapter 72