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 night sped past to the beat of classic rock. Katelina watched naked trees and snowy hills fade to towns and back again. Her stomach grumbled and she tried to figure out where they were going. It was ten hours to Oren's den. At the most they had eight hours of darkness.


If Jorick had asked Micah to take her, things must have been very desperate. She leaned her face against the cold window and assured herself again and again that Jorick would be fine. Each time she believed it a little less.


It was after midnight when Micah announced, "We need gas, and Lunch's growling stomach is driving me fucking nuts."


Katelina glared at a passing tree and imagined slugging him.


A truck stop glowed in the distance. Micah pointed to it and asked, "Who's got cash?"


"Not me," Loren chirped from the back seat. 


Micah snorted. "What's new? I think I've got a five, but that's it. Looks like you're buying, Lunch."


"Stop calling me that," Katelina snapped. "And I don't have any money."


Chapter 225