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

She was conscious of pain; white hot flames burning through her skin. Then came the nausea, and finally the terror. She opened her eyes to see the yellow tiled room. She was still strapped to the table. Braydon sat in a chair at the far end, his legs and arms crossed. She tried to come to terms with where she was. Not in Claudius' basement, but Malick's. Yes. Malick had taken her.


She focused on the sound of Braydon's voice and found him looking at her with an unsettled expression. "Please," she gasped desperately. He hadn't actually hurt her yet. Maybe he wasn't as bad as the others.


Sympathy flashed in his eyes then disappeared. "I need to notify the master."


"No," she begged. "Please. Just let me go. His plan"she took a shuddering breath."It won't work. Samael won't come. He doesn't care. He doesn't want to fight Malick. Please."


Braydon seemed to waver, then his voice grew firmer. "I need to notify the master."


Chapter 443