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

Before dawn they pulled the corrugated doors shut and hung sheets over them. The Father of Shadows insisted they sleep in the same shack as him. Katelina eyed their roommates distrustfully. A quick glance told her the vampires were from various nationalities. She didn't need their hairstyles to know they were from different eras. She could feel the years on the two closest to the child-Father. The others were younger than Jorick, and there was one who felt younger than Loren. 


She stretched out next to Jorick, her back to him. She might go along with this insanity, but it didn't mean she had to like it.


As Maeko had said, he made no move to apologize, and she went to sleep irritated. She woke the next evening to the stifling twilight of the tin shack. Asleep, her perfectly still companions looked like a room full of corpses.


Chapter 483