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

Kioko straightened in the seat, tugging at her coat, as if physically organizing herself could do the same for the thoughts in her head.


Ark glanced to her, then pointed to a house in the distance, ringed in trees. A long driveway connected it to the road. "I think that's it."


Kioko checked the tablet. Sure enough, they were almost on top of the blinking dot.


They parked at the mouth of the driveway and Ark signaled her to climb out quietly. She reached into the backseat to grab a couple of the canisters and the bottle of PREP. Ark frowned at the pills, but when she offered them to him, he snapped the top and popped one in his mouth. She did the same, holding it on her tongue. It fizzed as it dissolved, burning, like tiny sparks. 


As the sensation faded, a bang came from the front of the house; the sound of a door slamming.


"He knows we're here." Ark pulled his coat straight and squared his shoulders. "Come."


Chapter 157: Kioko - On Equal Terms, Part 5