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 walked in the dark, hysterical laughter on his lips, arms open to embrace the night and the danger that waited in it. Let them come. Let them all come. Let Troy fuck him and rip his heart out and burn him. What did it matter? What the fuck did any of it matter?


He slammed into the bar and used the last of his money to drink himself into a stupor. When he lurched out into the street he could barely remember his own name, and he didn't care. 


Summer thunder rolled above. The rain came. Slow at first, then hard. It pounded his naked arms and stuck his tank top to his skin. Patrick staggered into the park and spun in a slow circle. He threw back his head and laughed. The sound was wild and terrifying, even to him. 


He could feel the eyes on him; always on him. Burning, angry eyes. Hungry eyes. The eyes of the vampire.


"Come out!" he shouted. "I know you're there! Fucking come out and face me!" 


Chapter 89