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

With a roar, Jorick knocked into Katelina's attacker. They fell in a heap of twisting limbs and snapping teeth. Katelina started to stand when pain tore through her. She pressed her hand against her wound and thought again of Micah. "Pain is for pussies!" he'd shouted. "Get off your ass!"


She gritted her teeth and grabbed a log from the pile. With a cry of fury she cracked the vampiress in the head. The woman went momentarily limp. Jorick pulled himself loose and grabbed her by the throat. She struggled, teeth chomping and feet kicking wildly as Jorick tightened his hold. 


A loud crash made them both look up. The side of the house was caved in. The redhead stood in front of it, his chest heaving. Jamie extracted himself from the rubble. He stopped to shake bits of wood and plaster from himself before he charged again.


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