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

The Executioners led them down corridors, to a sitting room populated with vampire guards in gray uniforms. They all stood quickly, but Jamie motioned them back into their seats.


"You have a full complement," Jorick said dryly.


"Two each," Ark said. "Except for Verchiel."


The redhead shrugged. "No offense to anyone, but I travel better alone. I can do my own paperwork."


The nearest guard looked irritated. "With respect, sir, we do more than that."


"Of course you do," Jamie said. "Most of these guards are dream stealers or whisperers. They handle interrogations and amend memories, the same as we do."


A sound came from the doorway. Katelina turned toward it. A vampire stood uncertainly at the threshold. A long black coat looked new. Dark hair framed Middle Eastern features. Eyes like mahogany snapped from one figure to another. The Executioner medallion glinted around his neck.


Chapter 605