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

It was almost ten when the vehicles pulled over and they climbed out along the side of the road. Franklin's instincts said to call Migina a final time, but he dismissed it. He'd talk to her when it was over with. She'd only make him promise again that he'd come back alive  a promise he'd already made twice. 


The rest of the guards were waiting, nervous eyes darting to the quiet fields around them, hands curled around various weapons, but there was no sign of the Execution Council.


Senya checked the time impatiently and clicked her phone. A quick conversation later, she snarled and motioned towards lights in the distance. "They'll meet us there. We're to refrain from killing anyone until they arrive."


Bren gaped. "Are you serious? They want us to take Claudius' mate back without killing anyone? Has Malick gone insane? The Hand of Death is rumored to be there, and the Tormenter. Does he think they'll hand her over without a fight? Does he think Oren and his coven will-"


Chapter 149: Franklin - The Promise, Part 5