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

The trees closed in around Katelina. Jorick slowed but didn't stop. Sorino crashed through the vegetation behind them, Kai on his heels. Suddenly Ronnell appeared long enough to slam Kai into a tree and slash at him with a knife. Then he was gone and the boy crumpled to the ground, only to pick himself up and wipe the blood from his cheek.


Sorino pulled a final throwing knife from his coat and flung it into the middle of nowhere. One second Katelina could see it, spinning into the vastness of the forest, and suddenly there was Ronnell in the same space, jerking the blade out of his shoulder. 


Jorick dodged through the trees in a crooked pattern, the sound of the waterfall grew louder and then faded. She couldn't keep track of where he was going. They pounded past a large tree and nearly ran over Maeko and Hikaru. The latter was leaning heavily on his stick and bleeding from multiple wounds. Maeko, meanwhile, clutched a broken tree branch as a weapon. 


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