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

Following Jamie's instructions, they loaded into the SUVs and left the rural airfield behind. Katelina's stomach fluttered nervously as she thought of the citadel. She'd been human the last time; human and afraid of the ancients who ruled the massive underground complex. Would they still be as terrifying?


The trip ended at a grain elevator peppered with outbuildings. Xandria leaned up from the backseat. "Is this...?"


"The Guild," Katelina finished. "It's hidden under a grain company. Perfect camouflage for Iowa, I guess."


Katelina nodded. After the luxurious and historic halls in Europe and Asia, most hidden under old ornate buildings, the United States' citadel was underwhelming and very un-vampire.


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