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 reached out mentally and felt the sudden crushing presence of the ancient master. She drew back and tried to shut off her perception, only she didn't know how. 


She pushed herself to follow him. They moved past the last of the buildings, and hopped over a wall. A courtyard spread on the other side, peppered with ornamental trees and hedges, buildings and roofed walkways. Malick stood on the roof of one, a smile on his lips, and his staff in his good hand. The moonlight glinted from his crown and his white hair, giving him an artificial halo. Two vampires stood on either side of him, gripping their weapons, their faces an open threat.


Oren and Torina stood on the other side of the courtyard, splattered with crimson. Loren and Lurid were behind them, both wounded. The teen leaned on the wall. His pale face and tight skin spoke of blood loss. To Katelina's right, Maeko and Hikaru stood back to back, her gun drawn and his stick at the ready. 


Chapter 501