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

Verchiel leaned against the counter and pulled on his socks. "I've been informed you're not allowed to leave this room. Talk about segregation. Still, it has to be better than being stuck in the secure place."


"I don't know about that," she said coldly.


He walked past her and flopped on one of the beds. "Not too bad. You should try it."


He grabbed the remote from the nightstand and flipped the TV on. "Oh come on, I won't bite, unless you ask me to." He batted his eyes innocently.


He scrunched his face up comically, as if straining to think. "I don't remember, exactly, but you did go into a prison cell with a starving vampire. That's pretty much the same thing."


"It wasn't my fault!" It was the same thing she'd said to Jorick over and over, and she looked away in a huff.


Verchiel snickered. "I didn't know you guys were still arguing about that. He's touchy, huh?"


Chapter 420