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

Andrei took Annabelle's arm and led her around the back. A group of vampires surrounded the artificial slab of ice. A line of judges held score cards. Grimald, the vampire from the H?her Rat, pretended to skate without skates. Everyone laughed as he turned too quickly and fell on his behind.


The score cards were raised, a mix of threes and fives, and several of the assemblage clapped. Annabelle smiled at her mate. "They are enjoying themselves."


"I thought they might. This sort of entertainment has fallen by the wayside in favor of more sophisticated diversions, but we should not forget the hilarity of watching one another make fools of themselves."


Grimald climbed to his feet and raised his arms to show everyone he was okay before he slipped and slid his way to the sidelines.


"It is Bassile's turn," Andrei commented as a dark skinned vampire took his place at the head of the ice. It was the one Sorino was talking to a few days ago.


Chapter 548