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

An hour later, Migina felt better. She lay back on the bed, watching Franklin with his cigarette. The smell was sharp to her immortal nose, and she waved the smoke away.


"This?" He held the cigarette up and grinned. "Why? They're all the rage."


"The humans say they're good for your health. Or they did a few years ago. I can't imagine that would change."


Migina rolled her eyes. "You're immortal. You don't need to worry about your health. Admit it, it just makes you feel sophisticated and modern."


"Maybe. And what's wrong with that?" He laughed. "Come, Migina. You're as prone to your little vanities as anyone." He took a puff, blowing the smoke in a thin stream. "Speaking of little peculiarities, Verchiel is back."


"He checked in right after I did. Three days late coming back." Franklin's eyes twinkled. "He gave no account for his missing time, only said that he got distracted."


Chapter 93: Migina - Just a Human, Part 4