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 following evening, Katelina was packed, dressed, and waiting in the living room before Jorick and Loren were back from "eating". She wasn't sure why Jorick was taking Loren with them, except that he had a car. But why didn't Jorick just borrow it or get his own? He could drive, she'd seen him, so why did he always hand it off to everyone else?


The two vampires returned, snow melting on their shoulders. Jorick offered her a half smile, "Ready?"


She nodded, then eyed the white snowflakes that hung suspended in his black hair. "Is it snowing out?" 


"Yeah." Loren nodded enthusiastically. "Not a lot, though. Just starting to really stick out there."


Katelina moved around them both and opened the door wide. Beyond the painted frame, the black night gaped at her. The falling flakes were small and fluffy, and they caught the light briefly as they drifted to the ground, like tiny stars.


"Wow," she murmured. "It's winter already."


Chapter 76