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

The next evening, Fallon packed a bag, then headed to the guard's office to put in for his vacation days. Noris was absent, replaced by a sour faced vampiress named Grace. She stamped his papers "approved" with a scathing look. 


He dashed out and nearly ran into Fletcher.


"You're still here," the guard said cheerfully.


"You were right. She's already in Florida. They joined Warren's coven. Laura says they're nice but, if what I saw is anything to go by, they aren't."


Fletcher frowned. "What makes you say that?"


"I don't know. They just seemed unfriendly." He explained the scene he'd witnessed, then broke off. "Anyway, I'm headed to Pensacola. She said they're near the beach, so it shouldn't take more than a couple of days to find her."


"Good luck!" Fletcher called after him. 


Chapter 100: Fallon - Taste in Men, Part 6