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 hid in his house for a week, living off of alcohol, old pizza, and stale potato chips. His mom called half a dozen times, and finally suggested he should talk to a priest.


"His name's Father Walter. I've been talking to him lately, Pat, even going to church, and it really helps. I know you're not religious, but maybe getting everything off your chest would make you feel better. He said he'd be happy to talk to you."


As if by providence, the phone died before he could respond. 


An hour later, when Michael knocked on the door, Patrick practically dragged him inside. "What in the fuck are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Canada!"


"What?" Michael's nose wrinkled. "Holy fuck, Pat, it smells like an old bar in here."


Patrick ignored him. "I told everyone you're gone. You can't go running around town if you're supposed to be in Canada!"


Chapter 90