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

Greneth muttered a few choice words under his breath, and kicked the tire of a nearby car for good measure. This wasn't the way the night was supposed to end. The haunted house wasn't supposed to be like that. It waswell, he didn't know what it was supposed to be, but something less exciting than that. Something amusing, that left them laughing all the way home, so that they could walk back to the Executioners' block lost in conversation  a conversation they'd have wanted to continue in one of their apartments. And afterwards, she wouldn't have run away.


Growling low, he dropped down the ladder, then followed a corridor and passed a pair of nervous guards. When one looked at him twice, he snapped at him, enjoying the way the vampire recoiled. 


That's what I should have done to the humans in the stupid Castle of Terror. I should have shown them what real fear was!


Chapter 121: Greneth - Halloween Hijinks, Part 5