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

Oren was sulking in the reclining room with a glass of blood. Etsuko was seated primly on the edge of a seat behind him, her almond eyes trained on the back of his head. Torina lounged on a low sofa, wearing a revealing purple dress and matching heels. Loren and Micah leaned on the back of the sofa, their attention on her cleavage.


"And there's Jorick, come to join the party." Torina held up her glass in a mock toast. "I'm sure the little slaves will be along to give you your breakfast shortly - unless you've already fed?" The corner of her mouth twisted in a lascivious smirk and Katelina blushed.


Neil skulked through the door, dressed in his gray guard uniform. His dark eyes skipped from glass to glass and his shoulders sagged. "Is it spiced, again?"


"Always," Torina answered. "If you don't like it, you can pay for the fresh supply." She nodded as one of the scantily clad slaves entered carrying a tray. "She's willing to give it to you for a price."


Chapter 315