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

Katelina hurried off to work the next morning, and Patrick let himself out. He hit a burger place for breakfast, then went home where he found a note from Jorick, demanding he come over that night.


That evening found him at Jorick's apartment. There was nowhere to sit, so Patrick leaned against the wall. Last night was still heavy on his mind. As he gazed out the window, he worried how much Jorick could see. He didn't know how good vampires' vision was. If it was anything like their hearing, then he didn't like to think what Jorick had witnessed last night.


The door banged open and Michael stormed in. "I hope you're fucking happy."


Jorick looked up from his book. "Hello, Michael."


"Did you hear me?" Michael sneered. "I hope you're happy, Patrick. I told Claudius to stay away from your bit of fluff and he said it was her or us. He won't bargain for all three!"


Chapter 85