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 pills knocked Patrick out and he slept through Sunday. Judging by the note he found jammed under his door, Churo didn't appreciate it.


Tired of waiting on you. Call me when your social calendar clears. 


The O in Churo had a nasty pointy-toothed face drawn in it. Not a good sign, but it was more than Patrick had time to deal with. He'd also missed an appointment with the vampires and they were likely to do more than call him names and leave angry faces.


Patrick took a shower, dressed and tried to clear his head. The fog remained, so he struggled through it and shuffled to Jorick's apartment. The sky was purple and golden and the moon was already visible; a skinny crescent that looked like a nail clipping.


He hurried in the door and up the stairs, afraid that Katelina might look out and see him. There was no way he could explain his presence to her.


Chapter 76