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

Katelina asked Jorick about his new job. The answers were strained and edited, so she gave up. She supposed he was trying to protect her from whatever hideous deeds Malick had dreamed up for him. The idea made her hate the ancient master more. 


The following evening, Jorick gave her a kiss and left to Malick's summons. Alone again, she slumped to the bathroom for a shower, then tried on her new clothes. The jeans were stretch denim and too tight for her comfort. She'd had a hard time finding anything normal, though she had to admit the gothic wedding dress had been tempting. When would she have a chance to buy clothes like that again? On the other hand, she wasn't brave enough to wear them, so what was the point?


She doctored Verchiel's bite and cringed. It was going to leave a noticeable scar. Damn, just what she needed; another one. This one looked like it might turn into the lumpy kind the junkies wore like badges of honor. Wonderful.


Chapter 242