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 hurried toward Loren. "Oh my God, are you all right?"


Micah dropped down from the rock, his face pale and his eyes wild. He shoved her out of the way. "Does he look all right?" Loren groaned and Micah knelt next to him. He seemed to assess the damage quickly, and then growled, "Hey, lazy ass, whatcha doin' takin' a nap?"


"S-Sorry. Lost my grip." Loren tried to hold up his hand but groaned and left it where it was. "I think I broke my arm."


"Yeah, trust you to break the only good limbs you've got left, idiot." Micah stood and wiped his forehead, as if wiping away beads of nonexistent sweat. He turned to Katelina and, before she could protest, he grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up in the air, her arms and legs waving. 


"Put her down!" Jorick yelled, but Micah only dropped her over Jorick's back, so that she had to grab on to keep from falling. 


 "What are you staring at?" Micah shouted. "Get your asses up that fucking hill before I kick you up there!"


Chapter 299