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

Katelina woke and quickly closed her eyes against the bright light. Her body ached and her gums felt like they'd been cut to ribbons. Her throat burned. She sought for memories and came up with the cell in Malick's basement. There was someone at the door


She sat up with a cry. The room rolled and her stomach twisted. She tried not to wretch. Her eyes adjusted to find the fountain room in Malick's secret oasis. A couple of pots were overturned. The plants and dirt were trampled across the tiles, and a splash of blood decorated one wall. She rubbed her head and remembered the attack. Jorick coming to save her.


As if summoned by her thoughts, she saw him kneeling next to her. His long dark hair was wild around his face and blood was smeared on his pale cheek. Loren stood behind him, splattered with gore and wearing a pained expression.


Chapter 446