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

It was the next afternoon when Patrick's mother woke him up. "Hey, sleepyhead."


He rolled over and blinked at her. "What?"


"Some girl named Katelina called. She said you left your cellphone in her car."


He bolted up in bed. Katelina had called his mother? How had she gotten the number? Then he realized it would be on his phone. Duh. "Is she going to drop it off?"


"I don't know. I told her you'd call back." She leaned her hip against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest. "Who is she?"


"Just some chick I met at the bar. Nothing important."


"You should be smarter than to lose your phone in a booty call's car."


Patrick gaped. "Mom! Jesus! Booty call? What the fuck?"


"It's not that, it's.it's not like that."


"Uh-huh." She straightened up. "Here's her number. You better call her."


Chapter 52