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

Cyprus changed into his pajamas, his thoughts full of cheerful expectations. Per policy, he and Sadihra would be given a few days off to recuperate. It seemed only logical that they'd spend that time together and, after she'd had time to come to terms with everything, to heal, then he could broach the subject of them again.


He flipped his bed clothes back, reached for the lamp, when the pounding came at the door. 


The voice that roared wasn't Lance's, but Wolfe's, "Open this door, you son of a bitch, or I'll tear it to pieces!"


Cyprus froze. Wolfe slammed the door with his fists, shouting a string of threats  threats that could mean only one thing.


Sadihra told him about us. And if she told him then it meant-


It means she's made her choice, and it isn't him.


Chapter 136: Cyprus - Future's Promise, Part 14