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

A thousand questions slammed through her head. What was happening? Where was Jorick? Where was Loren or Micah or Oren? 


Verchiel picked through them and chose which ones to answer. "The guy with the tattoos is fine, and the other one will live for now. Injuries are not life threatening to vampires, only troublesome."


"I'm afraid he's lost that. Vampirism only heals so much."


The lights in the corridors still worked. The atrium's main entrance glowed like a beacon of safety in a sea of blackness. As they drew closer she could see the remnants of the glass doors; chrome strips and a handful of shards.


She and Verchiel carefully picked their way around the bodies that lay scattered and broken. She could see their twisted faces, lit by the corridor's eerie glow. Blood leaked from their ears and noses and the sockets of their dull, bulging eyes.


Chapter 257