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

Two hours later, they rolled to a stop before a barricade. Policemen in black SWAT-style attire surrounded the vehicles, machine guns pointed. As they drew closer, Katelina realized they were vampires.


She looked at their automatic weapons. They should know better. Unless they could unload a cluster in their heart, bullets couldn't kill a vampire.


The door to a small, clapped-together shack opened. A vampire in a long black coat emerged. Light glinted from the gold medallion around his neck. It was one of the Scharfrichter.


The driver put his hands up. He rattled off a string of Chinese to say he knew nothing. The policemen motioned them out of the cars. Katelina looked at Jorick's calculating expression.


"Best do as they say," Sorino suggested. "For now."


They piled out and the Scharfrichter surveyed them. "Identify yourselves."


"Would you like driver's licenses, or passports?" Sorino asked.


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