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

Oren was on time, but Michael wasn't. The amber eyed vampire made Patrick uncomfortable, and he compulsively checked his watch. Jorick stood in front of the window, eyes on the scene outside.


Jorick nodded to Katelina's building and sighed. "Why does she leave the blinds up and the curtains open? Does she want to attract attention, or is she na?ve enough to believe there's no one looking?"


Oren stopped walking to snap out, "Thoughtless is a better description."


Patrick bit back a retort. The superior attitude was one of the reasons he didn't like Oren. It was even worse when he tried to act like he wasn't a superior asshole. Like the cop who pretended to be your friend. The moment they called you, "Son," you knew it was fake bullshit.


Jorick sighed and murmured, "No, that's not what I meant."


Oren rolled his eyes and started pacing again. "We all know what you meant."


Patrick didn't, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. He coughed loudly and changed the subject. "Where's Michael?"


Chapter 88