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 Griselda woke the next evening, she saw that Sergei had unpacked her bag. A stylish dress lay draped over her vanity chair. Red, with a small waist and full skirt that ended mid-calf. Though catalog and store shopping had recently become popular  there was even a new boutique in the citadel's shopping area  Griselda was rarely able to buy clothes that fit. Taller than average, pre-made clothes were usually too short for her. Not that she couldn't make her own  she'd been sewing for herself since she was a child. Still, the idea of being able to pick something up and drop it on was appealing.


And this should fit. The lady who'd worn it had also been tall. She'd had dark hair secured with a clip, shiny shoes, and a matching handbag. And she had made an excellent meal the previous night.


Chapter 79: Griselda - Pack of Wolves, Part 2