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 endured another training session with Micah that ended with him flat on his back. She wiped her hands on her pants smugly. 


Verchiel and Loren perched on the wooden boxes. Verchiel clapped his hands. Loren whistled and called, "Go Katelina!"


Micah stood, mopping the blood from his face. "You don't need to sound so fucking delighted."


"Come on, she's doing a good job." Verchiel hopped down and put an arm around her shoulders. "Our little Kately is growing up."


She pulled away from him. "You better quit that or you'll end up like him."


Verchiel mimed trembling. "Between you and Jorick, I don't know who to be more frightened of."


Though she rolled her eyes, an image popped into her head of Jorick battling Malick. She saw the guard fall from the roof, a trail of blood leaking from his nose, injured by Jorick's psychic fury. Samael's question echoed in her mind, "Can you love someone you fear?"


Chapter 507