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

Lisiantha woke the next evening in a musty box. She pressed her palm against the lid, as if she could force her anxiety into the wood. Outside, she could hear the others waking, and it was only when she heard Ichirou's voice that guilt spurred her to rise. She couldn't abandon her fledgling to what were basically strangers to him.


Once up, she made her way to her room and changed her pajamas for her clothes. Mére and Ichirou waited for her in the entryway. Together they headed outside. Stars spread like diamonds against a dark sky. In the distance lay the pond, the tiny boat house like a gingerbread shed. The deck and railing were like a toothpick structure in a Christmas diorama.


Ichirou trudged behind the women, his hands in his pockets. "We're walking all the way to town? Or are we just feeding off the neighbors?"


"Oh, no!" Mére stopped to grab his arm and impart her urgency. "We never drink from the humans here. Ever."


The mental struggle showed on Ichirou's face. "Then what"


Chapter 104: Lisiantha - Home for Christmas, Part 2