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 remembered Verchiel's comment about blood on his sword, and paused to clean off her dagger. Then she followed Micah. They wound around the buildings to find a second pair of dead vampires. Bullet wounds matched the sounds Katelina had heard. It was something else that had taken out their hearts. Maybe Hikaru's staff.


A red and black blur blasted past. Katelina stumbled out of the way. A second blur materialized into Arlen. Micah raised his sword. Arlen knocked him to the paving stones before he'd finished his swing.


The wind walker slammed Katelina into the wall. The gash in her stomach screamed and she blinked tears from her eyes.


Verchiel ripped him away. Katelina had a quick view of Arlen crashing into a building. Ornate scrolled windows shattered into bits. Before the pieces had landed, Arlen was already gone. 


Chapter 500