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

It was near sun up when Sarah leaned in and suggested they work on costumes tomorrow. "Kali said we should go as warrior women."


Katelina hadn't intended to go to the ball, let alone dress up. "I don't have any clothes that would work."


"I'm sure we can borrow something. If not from Kali than from Annabelle or some of her friends."


"I don't know. I'm not sure they feel friendly toward us."


Sarah opened her mouth, as though to ask why, then shut it. "We'll manage. See you tomorrow."


Just as she promised, she was waiting for Katelina at breakfast. She gulped her glass quickly, then disappeared to "look for costume parts."


"I'm not dressing up," Jorick said firmly. "I'll be working."


Verchiel grinned. "I wouldn't mind a costume. What are you going as, Kately?"


She groaned. "Sarah wants to go as warrior women."


Verchiel's grin grew. "That sounds fun. Tight leather and tiny crop tops."


Chapter 580