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 wanted dessert, but Wolfe and Sadihra excused themselves. Sadihra said they would have to eat together again, "Should your stay become prolonged." Katelina hoped it wouldn't be necessary.


She ate her pie in silence. On the way out of the restaurant they ran into Oren and the others, seated at a large table. Micah waved to them and called loudly, "Hey, Lunch! I heard you're some kind of freak now!"


Jorick only checked his fury a second before he reached him. "If you ever say something like that to Katelina again-"


"What? You'll rip my head off? Come on." The bald vampire pushed back from the table and held his arms out in a welcoming gesture. "Let's go, Executioner dog."


"Shut the fuck up, Micah," Katelina snapped. "People are staring."


Chapter 363