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 scoffed. "He knows where to find me."


"He said he was worried about you. He's not the only one. Your mom is and so are we."


"I thought you didn't like Jorick. Remember? You thought he was a drug dealer?"


Anthony scratched his neck absently. "Did I? He seems okay."


That's because he made you think that. Just like Hailey's fake memories. Just like Katelina's. Hell, for all Patrick knew, his memories were fake too.


"I don't have his number, and I don't have a phone anymore."


Anthony grinned. "He said you might say that. Here. I have it." 


Anthony shoved his phone at Patrick. At first, he refused to take it, but then he surrendered. There was no point in fighting. 


Jorick answered on the fourth ring. "Hello?"


Patrick wondered if he could mind read over the telephone. "It's Patrick. Anthony said you wanted to talk to me."


Chapter 92