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. 

Twenty-nine short stories of love, death, heartbreak, and blood.
Meet the Executioners, elite enforcers of the vampires’ laws. Walk with them through origin stories, follow them across the sea to the colonies, and run with them through the wilds, as they try to bring civilization to a land ruled by “day sleeper” clans. Fifteen interwoven stories tell the beginning of The Guild, set under the watchful - and sometimes malevolent - gaze of the ancient Malick, whose heavy shadow stretches even across the sea. Meet his favorite son, his willful daughter, his child-like pet, and many more whose jealousies, hatreds, and loves twist together to create consequences they can’t foresee. 


Tales of the Executioners

Malick came at last. Kateesha felt him before she saw him, an ocean wave rolling toward the room. He came in like a silent crash, waves smashing into the rocks. He'd clipped his long white beard so that it hugged his chin, and trimmed his hair so that is barely brushed his shoulders. He enjoyed cutting it to different lengths each day, only to see it regrow the next night. "The beauty of change, without such commitment."


Like the others, he wore a long robe, his colored like fire, though it was open over more modern clothing; a shirt, vest, and trousers. A pocket watch chain caught the light, winking from his breast pocket.


"You are all here." Malick smiled as he took his seat at the head of the table, then motioned to the chairs at the end. "Come, children. Sit. We have matters of import to discuss."


Chapter 49: Kateesha Call of Blood, Part 5