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

This story takes place in December of 1995 in the citadel in Iowa, nine years after Lisiantha's story.


Philip walked through the door of the café and scanned the patrons. He was early for the lunch crowd, but late for the breakfast feeders. Looked like he'd have to feed alone.


It wasn't that he disliked being alone. He was usually happy that way, but he'd always felt meal time was a social event. It stretched back to his human days, all the way to his childhood. He'd had a large family where meals were a noisy, rambunctious affair. His mother bustled to and fro, children fought over the choicest morsels, and the dogs ran around, grabbing dropped crumbs.


He shrugged it off and glided towards a table. The waiter, familiar with his daily routine, rushed to take his order, ignoring other customers. As he should, Philip thought. He deserved special treatment, given he was an Executioner.


Chapter 111: Philip - What Do You See?, Part 1