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 landed at a quiet airstrip in California. With an hour to sunset, they hurried to a nearby den. Their hosts' lack of enthusiasm was palpable, but Griselda reminded them how lucky they were to be able to serve The Guild.


They don't look like they feel very lucky.


The next evening, they took up residence with another coven. Their den was a small house near the ocean. Fallon could smell the salt water and thought of Laura's Beach Boys collection. Though they were just on the edge of the so-called "musical peak", she owned every album. 


"Why don't we live near the beach?" she'd asked more than once. "We could learn to surf. Wouldn't that be fun?"


It sounded horrible to him. Plus  "Because The Guild isn't near the beach."


"You don't have to work for them, you know. Most vampires don't."


Chapter 97: Fallon - Taste in Men, Part 3