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 suppressed the urge to shout the word "coward" after the retreating Sorino, and took off. She found the others crouched behind a building. Verchiel and Lurid had joined them, but not


"He went after Malick." Verchiel looked her over. "You've got stuff on your, well, everywhere. What happened to you?"


"Save the catching up," Oren snapped. "Time is wasting and we'll lose the chance soon."


"Yes," Maeko agreed. "We must strike while they are wandering among the buildings. They are split up, and in many places the space is narrow. Let us divide up quickly."


Verchiel laid his hand on Katelina's shoulder. Micah removed it. "Keep your hands to yourself unless you want to lose 'em, Executioner. Lunch is with me this time. Loren, you go with that guy." He nodded to Lurid. "Keep an eye on him. I still don't trust no friend of that snake."


Chapter 499