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 was the last one out of the SUV.  A short chunky woman stood on the sidewalk. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders and her smooth skin gave away her immortality. Like Wolfe, she wore a long black coat and a medallion around her neck. 


Verchiel gave the vampiress a wink, and Cyprus stared at his feet, as if they'd suddenly become interesting. Sadihra's expression was cold, and her words crisp and efficient. "Welcome to Munich. I am Sadihra. If you will come with me, I will show you to your accommodations."


She led them through a door into a narrow corridor. Verchiel went first, a suave smile on his lips. "Sadihra. That's an interesting name. Where are you from?"


His questions continued, but the answers were equally brusque. Katelina glanced to Jorick to silently ask if he knew Sadihra. His shrug said he didn't.


Chapter 273