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. 

Pulled into a world of darkness, Katelina's fate becomes intertwined with that of Jorick, a dark, enigmatic vampire. To stay by his side, she must navigate intrigue, terror and bloodshed as they are drawn from one battle to another. Dreams of peace seem elusive, and are complicated by mysterious vampires, old relics, and an ancient master. Join Katelina and Jorick in a world where vampires don't sparkle and night is eternal.

Amaranthine

The highway sped beneath Jorick and Katelina, illuminated by the bright headlights. The scenery flew past, lost in the darkness. Katelina's lips still burned from Jorick's kiss, though it had been hours ago. She closed her eyes and savored the memory in a way she never thought she would. 


Opening her eyes, she glanced sideways at him as he drove. There was no denying it, he was male beauty perfected; dark male beauty. Dark and dangerous, she reminded herself. He wasn't human: he was a vampire, a creature of legend, a myth from the darkness come to life.


The radio played a trendy pop song that grated on her nerves. She impatiently pressed the radio's seek button. Snatches of country, chat, and cheerful pop blipped by, mingled with static.


"You could pick one and stay on it," Jorick suggested.


She didn't look at him as she stopped the radio's station on a familiar sounding song. "I would if it weren't for commercials and crappy songs."


Chapter 33