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

Jorick gave a war cry and rammed the dagger into Malick's chest. The ancient master screamed and flailed as Jorick sliced through skin and bone to cut a circle around his heart. Katelina could see Malick's face; see the frozen terror and disbelief, the spark of betrayal that flashed through his jewel-like eyes. In the end it was his son, his favorite, who would take his life.


The circle complete, Jorick plunged his hand in and ripped skin and organs free. Blood bubbled from Malick's lips and ran down his chin as his eyes went glassy. His heart bled in Jorick's palm and, with a howl of rage, his son tore into the organ with his fangs. 


Katelina pulled away from Micah to creep closer. Jorick rose to his feet. Blood sprayed on his face as he shredded Malick's heart and gulped the blood inside. Finished, he threw the pulpy remains to the ground.


Chapter 503