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

He found his duffel bag and mentally composed the note to leave for her. He didn't want to say too much, but he needed to say something so she didn't feel abandoned. While he chewed over the words, he packed a change of clothes, not for himself, but for Arowenia. She'd need something to wear besides the filthy peach dress. He was sorry he didn't have any girls' clothes, but he had some old stuff that was too small for him. The bonus was that it was clean.


He gathered a hairbrush and some basic bath items, and was stuffing them into the bag when the knock came. He'd been in the middle of a beautifully imagined third paragraph but, at the sound, the shreds of thought disappeared. Furious, he stalked to the door to see who the hell was bothering him at four in the morning.


He unlocked the door and dragged his brother inside. "What the fuck did I tell you about hiding out?"


Chapter 93