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

When the sun sank the following evening, they rose, fed, and listened as Kateesha promised more blood, more fighting. 


"We lost many." Noris, a former guard, motioned to the small group. "We were few before, but now"


Kateesha waved his concern away. "We shall raise an army, the likes of which Malick has never seen before. There is not a moment to lose."


"And what of the dead?" Noris pressed. "Will we not take the time to mourn them?"


And to mourn those we killed, Dismas added silently.


Their leader scoffed. "We have no time for outmoded sentimentality. We are not sensitive creatures, but the monsters of the shadows, and such monsters will we be. We will storm the citadel. The walls will run with blood, and, at the last, the High Council will bow to me! Celandine will bow and she will beg my forgiveness before I carry out the death sentence she so lightly handed to me!"


Chapter 70: Dismas - Prayers of the Damned, Part 2