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 backed up a step and stared wildly towards the ceiling. Even if she screamed until she was hoarse, she doubted Jorick would hear her. But if she lost the Heart to Sorino- She needed to buy time. Jorick would notice she was missing and look for her. 


Hesitantly, Katelina unzipped her coat and fumbled the Heart from its hiding place. It was warm from the close proximity to her body, and the heat felt good in her bare hand. 


Sorino left it in her palm, but unwrapped it until he could see the contents. "Excellent." He motioned to the box. "And now we will do as the inscriptions say."


Katelina peered dubiously at the withered body. "I don't see a hole to put the heart in."


Sorino chuckled. "Of course not. The heart was not removed, only the blood. How confused legends can become as they are passed down!" He reached into the box and pried open the corpse's mouth to reveal a pair of long, sharp fangs. 


Chapter 332