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

It looked as though the airport was only just opening for the morning. They hurried past the sluggish activity and eventually ended up in the airport lobby. They made their way to a cluster of glass doors that looked out on a snowy parking lot. Katelina shivered just looking at it.


Ume frowned. "Fethillen doesn't know we're here. She won't send a car."


"Then we better find our own," Micah said. He nodded to Loren. "Come on peewee."


The two vampires stalked out the door, and Katelina watched as they wandered the parking lot, looking for the perfect vehicle. It didn't take them long to settle on a silvery SUV, and once the doors were open Loren leaned around the vehicle and motioned to them.


"Could they be any more obvious?" Torina asked. 


Jorick didn't say anything, only plunged out the door into the wintery night, and the rest of them followed. Katelina clutched her coat closed and tried to think warm thoughts. It had to be at least ten degrees.


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