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

Under Sadihra's orders, they made a chain of vampires to haul the rock away, passing each chunk down the line where the final guard dropped it in a heap. Cyprus could hear the guards at the end muttering, wanting to know why they'd sent for tools if they were just going to do it themselves, anyway. Though he didn't answer them, he knew the reason. If Sadihra could do it without the tools, without the extra help, then it was just more proof that she was equal to  or perhaps even better than  the male Scharfrichter. It was just one more chance to prove herself.


Like choosing to bring Jilsenna instead of Hethin. Two women completing the job men couldn't.


Cyprus dropped the chunk of stone the guard passed to him, and approached the catacombs' opening. They'd made a narrow channel through the rubble, just big enough to allow them to pass through.


Chapter 130: Cyprus - Future's Promise, Part 8