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 woke the next morning to breakfast. "I hope you don't mind. I had to go to the store to get the food, all you had was leftover pizza and alcohol."


He shoveled scrambled eggs in his mouth and commented around them. "No, not at all. This is great."


"I dunno. I'm not much of a cook. I mean, I can cook." she trailed off. 


"You're better than me. I can microwave shit." He looked toward the sink of dishes and imagined her looking through his kitchen cabinets for pans and silverware, maybe looking in the drawer where he'd hidden the last of his money and his stash from Pam's. Fuck. What would she think of him then?


But if she saw it she didn't say, only commented that someone needed to clean.


"Are you volunteering? I could get you a key, then you could come in and vacuum whenever you wanted."


Chapter 86