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 jolted at the familiar voice and found herself staring at a bald vampire. The goatee and tribal tattoo on his face gave him the air of an ex-con, and the clothes didn't help; faded jeans and a tank top. It was Micah, a vampire who'd been in Oren's coven. But he was in America - wasn't he?


She tried to come to terms with what she was seeing. "What are you doing here?"


Suddenly, a cherub faced teenager with black curly hair skidded through the nearest doorway. Loren was dressed in a flannel shirt that was tied off under the stump of his left arm. Katelina's shock at the missing limb faded as a memory replayed in her mind. It was during the attack on the Citadel. Oren was nowhere to be seen and Loren, Micah and Traven had dropped through the ceiling. As the teen raced to place a wad of plastic explosives, Traven prematurely pressed the trigger and Loren's arm exploded in a spray of red.


Loren's cheerful greeting pulled her from her memories, "Hey, Katelina. Where's Jorick?"


Chapter 294