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

Finished with her task, Hectia stood and wiped her hands on the drapes. "I'm not carrying him." She snatched up her coat from the desk and slid into it. "Verchiel can do that."


"I appreciate your faith in me." Effortlessly, the redhead heaved up the body and balanced it over one shoulder. "All right, and where shall we have our happy bonfire?"


"The back garden should be sufficient." Jorick's tone was casual, but his eyes were guarded now that he'd discovered Verchiel's ability.


The redhead nodded and walked towards the door. Without stopping, he threw back over his shoulder, "You have little to fear, it's already fading. It only works under stress."


Chapter 135