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

Cyprus stood before Sadihra, his hand on her cheek, his expression a mixture of grief and joy. 


Katelina had to strain to catch his words. "If I'd known, I - I fought for you, for your memory, because he let you die and he didn't care. You deserved better and I - I only wanted-"


"I know," Sadihra said. "Now lower your weapon, call them off. Leave Malick. End this before it's too late and your misplaced grief helps destroy the world."


Wolfe charged and Sadihra shouted to stop him. Cyprus whirled but he wasn't fast enough. Katelina raised herself on one elbow and gaped. She could see the scene in freeze frame; Cyprus, one hand on Sadihra's shoulder, his eyes wide, his mouth open, and Wolfe's bloody sword stuck through his stomach. 


Chapter 425