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

Patrick let out a lungful of smoke. "And then what?"


Michael shook his head and snagged the joint back. "I dunno man, it's all a blur after that." He took a hit and held the smoke, though it leaked out with his words. "I'm tellin' ya though, whatever it was, it was fuckin' wild."


"Yeah, no shit. I can see the hickies." Patrick took the joint back and balanced it in his fingers. "It looks like they chewed on your neck."


Michael exhaled the smoke and ignored his comment. "I been thinkin' about something. I mean, shit they got a lot of stuff in that house. I mean a lot of stuff that has to be worth a fortune."


"They're rich man, that tends to happen."


"No, you're not getting me. Think about it. They got all this really rich stuff, right? But there's no one there all day. I mean no one."


"Are you listening to me? Man, you're like ignoring me. You're always ignoring me."


Patrick giggled. "Okay, say it again. I'm listening."


Chapter 48: Michael, Part 3