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. 

Hungry for vampire fiction that goes deeper than the usual maniacal laugh? In these seventeen morsels, you’ll discover a myriad of vampires: some are cruel, some are kind, and some just want a quiet evening. Among the offerings you’ll meet:
Claudius: A fresh vampire, Claude has only one thing on his mind: revenge. With the help of his new coven, he’ll make his father pay.
Kariss: When tending her mother’s death bed, even vampirism can’t heal Kariss’ broken heart.
Ashton: Looking for thrills to cope with family tragedy, Ashton falls in with a gang of vampires, but he’s about to discover the ultimate high: pure terror.  
Kateesha: When Kateesha and her partner are sent to apprehend a rogue coven, things go awry and carry terrible consequences.
Benjamin: Settled in for a comfy evening, he’s surprised to discover it’s the weekly poker night, complete with some new “friends”. 
And more! Enjoy seventeen short bites from the world of Amaranthine - a perfect appetizer for those new to the universe, or a dark dessert for readers familiar with the world. 


Vampire Morsels

(You can find Elsa in the Amaranthine saga & Brothers of Darkness she is the one who turned Michael. Lennon can be found in Brothers of Darkness. This story takes place in a small New Hampshire town in the early 1980s.)


The knock on the door was unexpected but welcome. Elsa jumped from the couch and dashed to answer it, fingers crossed behind her back. Please let it be Tristan. Please let it be Tristan.


She opened the door and there he was, just like he'd stepped out of her prayers. His dark brown hair fell over one eye, shot through with amber highlights and just long enough to tease his shoulders. Dark brown eyes were the color of glossy chocolate, and his lips  oh God, those kissable, gorgeous lips!  they curved into a small smile that hid his fangs.


Elsa threw herself at him, and he caught her in his arms. She sealed her mouth over his, hot tongue plunging to meet his. He kissed her back for a moment, but then gently peeled her off and pushed her back.


Chapter 35: Elsa, Part 1