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

"Uzbecky-what?" Micah demanded. "Where the hell is that?"


Jorick cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I'm not sure."


"Isn't it Russian?" Loren leaned back on the porch and eyed the door. The members of The Black Vigil were in the half lit basement, having a meeting of their own, but they could be out any moment.


Katelina huddled into her coat. "I thought you knew everything, Jorick." 


"Everything that matters. You forget, I left Europe for the New World long ago and until this little adventure I haven't been back. The Americas manage to be strangely isolated and seem to care very little for the goings on overseas. Even The Guild forgets anything else exists sometimes."


It sounded like what Fethillen had said, only in reverse. Everyone was short sighted. Not that she was any better. She puffed out a cloud of warm breath and tried to picture a world map. Her memory was foggy, and though she knew where Russia was, she wasn't sure how anything else connected to it. 


Chapter 385