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

"What am I?" Zuri stared through new eyes, looking from his bloody hands to Logan.


The man smiled; revealing those strange elongated teeth, like the smile of a fox. "You are as I am, made stronger with my blood."


Blood. There was a lot of it. It was on Zuri's hands, splashed on his chest, staining his shirt, pooling on the floor around the savaged body of a young girl. He squinted and recognized her as the inn's serving girl who'd shown him to his room earlier. That she washad he


And then the pain came, ripping through him like a hot knife. He fell to the floor next to her. He writhed, eyes squeezed closed, as if to blot out everything, including the sick memory of what he'd done, of the way her flesh had rent, the way her blood had tasted so delicious


Zuri jerked awake and the memory-turned-dream faded. Logan. How long had it been since he'd last seen his master? 1779, wasn't it, when Logan had announced he was bored.


Chapter 166: Zuri Trapped, Part 3