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

They fell silent as they boarded the elevator. The deeper they went in the citadel, the stronger the ancient masters' presence grew. By the time they stopped on the lowest floor, Fallon's heart hammered in his ears. He took a deep breath and tried to force the fear away. He reminded himself that Malick hadn't called them downstairs to punish them. Hell, he hadn't even asked for anyone by name. 


Fallon and the guards marched down the corridor in a knot, passing a pair of uniformed lesser guards. He nodded at those tasked with guarding the High Council's personal chambers. To be down there all the time would get wearing. Dealing with the ancient's presence now was bad enough, but to do it for hours, every day


Chapter 96: Fallon - Taste in Men, Part 2