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

By the time Katelina finished her shower, Jorick was back with the gym bag. The first thing she dug out was a bottle of pain killers. The suggested dose seemed too small, so she took five and prayed they did something to numb the throbbing in her wrist.


She was long out of clean clothes, so Jorick helped her dress in the least dirty; a pair of jeans and the fuzzy pink sweater Rachel had given her for Christmas. He helped her brush her tangled hair and then slipped out of his clothes and bathed while she carefully transferred the contents of her pockets from one pair of jeans to the other.


When he was done, they left the bathroom to find Loren and Oren waiting for them. The teen's hair hung wet around his grinning face.


"I sent Loren scavenging." Oren handed Jorick several flat strips of rusty metal. "That is, once he was done trying to impress my sister with how masculine he is."


"That's not what I was doing!" A flush stole into his cheeks. "We were just cleaning up!"


Chapter 217