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

Dressed, Cyprus followed Lance to the Scharfrichter office. Just as he'd been warned, Wolfe was there. Dark brown hair fell to his shoulders and gray eyes were like brittle flint, waiting to spark a fire. 


Cyprus' friend and fellow guard Milkavich was already in place, standing at attention. Lance fell in next to him, and Cyprus took the spot on the end. 


Wolfe flipped through a sheaf of paperwork. "There's been a complaint filed, a local matter. You'll accompany Scharfrichterinnen Sadihra and Jilsenna. I don't expect any trouble. You should be back to the stronghold by bedtime." He dropped the stack of papers on the nearest desk and looked them over. His gaze lingered on Cyprus for a moment, and his eyes flared with annoyance. "I see you've been assigned to this?"


Cyprus nodded mutely. He might not like the man, but he respected the rank.


Chapter 125:Cyprus - Future's Promise, Part 3