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

When the elevator stopped, he hopped out and headed to the Executioners' office. A guard sat behind a counter, terrified eyes on everything but Bren. The Executioner huffed. This was all so much bother and a waste of time. He missed the old days when it was just Malick, before the other council members had been sent by Munich. Malick hadn't required piles of paperwork . An Executioner did their job, then went home. They didn't even have to check back in for easy jobs. But not now. Now Executioners had to live in the citadel, and report every time they breathed.


Exasperated with the guard's cringing silence, Bren demanded, "You got my text?"


"Y-yes, sir. II need to know which, um, which of the other two are still alive. So I can submit it to the database department and they can update-"


"He didn't tell me his name," Bren snapped impatiently. He'd rather be in his quarters, showering away his victims blood, then looking for Senya.


Chapter 141: Bren - In the Dark, Part 4