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

Once they were untied, Micah tended to Loren. The teen's skin was burned and brittle, like overcooked turkey. In places it had come away, revealing a mixture of bloody raw flesh and cooked meat. Katelina gagged at the sight, and buried her face against Jorick. She felt the intake of his breath and pulled away reluctantly. He had what amounted to a bad sunburn and his skin was tender.


Micah asked the nearest ninja-style vampire for blood, but the terse reply was that the teen would heal as he slept. "We don't have much to spare."


"It's your fucking fault we're like this!" Micah paused to wipe the blood from his cracked lips. 


"You shouldn't have fought us, then we'd have come back sooner, and my brothers would still be alive."


Chapter 381