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

Zuri saw Beldren and his company of guards off, then slumped back for the elevator. He reached for the second floor button, but on a whim hit the first. Though he'd fed with Beldren, a cinnamon and sugar mix sounded good.


The nightclub was empty except for the bartender, who was wiping tables. Today he wore a shirt that proclaimed "My Name is John" in a scrawl similar to a handwritten name tag.


Zuri took a stool and nodded to the garment. "Is it?"


The bartender looked up from his task. "Is what?" He followed Zuri's gaze and grinned. "As a matter of fact, it is. Pleased to meet you. Again," he added with a laugh.


Zuri grunted a reply and turned his eyes to the glasses behind the bar. Shiny rows waiting for the late evening rush. 


"Do you really get that many customers?"


Chapter 167: Zuri Trapped, Part 4