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

"You will get down on the floor!" The guard commanded. His right hand hung at his side, the fingers bloody and bent at odd angles. He still looked capable of causing plenty of damage.


"And you will go to hell," Micah tossed back. With a loud snarl he threw himself at the guard and swung. His fist slammed into the guard's face with a loud crack and a spray of blood splattered both the vampires and the plaster wall.


Katelina pulled herself up and shuffled backwards like a crab. She could see the second guard in the corridor. He shouted into his radio, the words so fast she couldn't tell where one ended and another began. 


Micah landed a second punch to his opponent's gut, but when he tried for a third, the guard deflected the blow and sent him flying. Micah tumbled backwards and landed on top of a stand. The spindly legs gave way and with a crash he fell to the floor, bits of broken lamp scattered around him.


Chapter 366