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

He shook himself back to sense. All right, so Malick was dead. The Malick. The one and only big, bad Malick. Okay. And he'd been ordered to deliver the message to the high council.


Executioners talked to the high council, not guards. And, since they refused to make him an Executioner, despite his myriad qualifications. Ian could just handle it.


He didn't know Ian's den number off the top of his head, so he had to look it up on the computer.  He dialed the phone, waiting as it rang. And rang. When the count reached twenty, the line disconnected automatically.


With a huff, Roger dialed again, and again. After the third disconnect, he realized he was going to have to go in person.


Chapter 182: Roger - A Quiet Day, Part 4