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

The phone rang. Roger stared at it for a moment, glanced to the clock  now 6:25 a.m. Who in the world would that be?


He snatched it up, giving the standard greeting. "Hello. Office." They couldn't say what office, just in case it was some random mortal with a wrong number. Weirdly, they got several of those.


But it wasn't a mortal. It was Tellith. "Hey! Roger!" 


"Could you do me a favor and send over the details from an incident file? Apparently it's not digital yet. Not sure the dateI think it's sometime in 1976." He broke off and spoke to someone in the background. "Yeah, '76. Maybe in the autumn or the spring. It involved the Mount Moses coven."


Roger sputtered. "It's almost seven in the morning! Why aren't you asleep?"


"No it's not, it's only five  oh! Time zones. I'm in California. Anyway, I need to know what happened and who was involved."


Chapter 180: Roger - A Quiet Day, Part 2