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't actually find Ashton anywhere, except as a mention, though you can meet his brother, Loren, in the Amaranthine saga. This takes place in Maine in 1995.)


Ashton jerked awake. "Huh?" He blinked away the last shreds of sleep to see Loren, his younger brother, standing in the bedroom doorway. Like Ashton, his hair was dark, but he'd inherited their mom's curly mane, while Ashton's hair was almost straight. They both had dark brown eyes, but Loren's were larger  baby doll eyes their mom had called them when they were both kids. That seemed a lifetime away now.


Ashton grunted and Loren glared impatiently, as if he'd expected more.


"I said get up, dude. It's after eight. At night! You need to give the cat its pills and we need to get some shit from the store-"


Chapter 38: Ashton, Part 1