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

They headed back to the main room. Everyone else was already packed up for the night. Like old tea cups, she mused.


Verchiel motioned to the boxes. "I already told Jorick, the coffins are pretty small to share. You might want your own."


Panic fluttered in her chest. They wanted her to sleep in a box by herself? Were they insane? She couldn't


Then she realized she could. Before, she'd shared with Jorick because he didn't trust the other vampires not to kill "his human". Now that she was one of them, what reason did she have not to sleep alone?


Regardless of what she wanted, Verchiel was right. They couldn't both fit in a box, so she resigned herself to slowly climbing into her own. The lining was musty, but it was better than bare wood. She stretched out slowly, noted a lack of padding, and watched as Jorick slid the lid into place.


Chapter 606