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 spent the bulk of the trip talking to Xandria and listening to Ryuu snore. If Hikaru was right, he would get better once they moved to a lower altitude. Ume sat next to Loren, her face rigid and her eyes on the floor. Katelina could only imagine what was going through her mind, and none of it was good.


Oren let them out in front of a hotel. Katelina was grateful that the early morning streets were deserted. She could just imagine people staring as they swung out of the vehicles.


The hotel was modern with a huge lobby and glass sculptures. Their dirty, stained appearance drew strange looks from the staff behind the counter. Things got even more uncomfortable when they were asked for passports and visas.


The terror was short lived. Jamie and Jorick used their whisperer abilities. Then came paying. Verchiel brandished his Guild issued credit card. Jamie flinched. The Guild would already know they'd given Wolfe the slip, and now they'd know exactly where they were. 


Chapter 490