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 next evening, Christian fetched Patrick for breakfast and pressed two packs of cigarettes into his hand, but no one else talked to him. He ate, then trudged forlornly back to his room where he finished off the second bottle. He thought Margaret might have brought him food at one point, but the memories were smeared and he couldn't be sure.


Night three started with a flaming red sky. Patrick tried to hide his head under his pillow. He still heard the knock and the word "breakfast" anyway.


He got dressed, took a couple of pills with a palm full of water, and stumbled downstairs. A marching band had moved into his head and he couldn't hear over the sound. It didn't matter since no one talked to him. Again.


He ate, then weaved out the door and upstairs. He could hear the vampires waking; hear them moving through the house like ghosts while the humans ran to take their stations. Or whatever the fuck it is they do.


Chapter 80