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

They were escorted to a vehicle, and back to the airfield. It was a repeat of the trip there: no privacy. And maybe that was for the best. Deep down he knew her answer  had already seen her answer. Moments alone would just be moments of heartbreak.


Familiar guards waited for them at the German airstrip. Cyprus climbed into the back of the waiting vehicle and leaned his forehead against the cold glass. The landscape moved past like an old friend, though he didn't really see it. Instead he saw a meshed together medley of Sadihra; her blue eyes bright with desire, then cold with indifference in so short a span.


At the stronghold he tried again to catch Sadihra's attention, but she addressed only the guards who'd driven them before she half ran for the door. Cyprus hung back and watched her go as he had a thousand times, but this time it was different. This time she wasn't carrying his dreams with her. 


Chapter 135: Cyprus - Future's Promise, Part 13