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

A loud speaker crackled and a voice boomed over it, "Do we have a group of two? Group of two, come to the front of the line."


That was their cue. Greneth grabbed Griselda's hand and dragged her to the doors, the cat eared girls on their heels. Though he expected Griselda to pull away, she didn't, and they arrived at the front of the line, her hand still in his.


The man at the door  dressed in an oversized top hat and bizarre clown makeup  eyed them. "Group of two?"


One of the teen girls leaned up. "We were in front of them."


The guy looked them over, then looked Griselda over. The gleam in his eyes said she was more to his liking. "Sorry, kiddies, they beat you to the door. Better luck next time. You two," he nodded to Greneth and his date. "That's four dollars each."


Chapter 119: Greneth - Halloween Hijinks, Part 3