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

Franklin gave a mock salute and hurried to follow her deeper into the house. He could hear fighting outside, then the crash of a window. Was someone jumping in or out? 


A vampiress met them in a room with a piano. Tendrils of black hair had fallen from her updo, and gray eyes flashed fury. "Who are you?"


Senya flicked the medallion around her neck. "You know who we are. Identify yourself."


The black haired beauty raised her chin a notch. "I am Jesslynn, master of this coven."


Franklin spoke before he could stop himself, "Master? I understood that was Oren."


Jesslynn flashed him a cold look. "Oren is my husband. You have not been invited inside. Leave now."


"That isn't the way this works," Senya said. "Where is your prisoner?"


Jesslynn met her eyes, unyielding. "I have no prisoner."


Chapter 150: Franklin - The Promise, Part 6