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

At the school, Verchiel parked in a no parking zone. Ark was already there, heading into the building. Fuck him, Katelina thought, half hoping he'd pick it up from her mind.


She followed Verchiel past a group of armed National Guard soldiers, her nervous eyes on the ground as she tried to ignore their guns. 


Inside, Verchiel led them through the lobby, where a handful of refugees sat in a cluster, then on past the gymnasium. Katelina had a quick peek through the open doors. The polished wood floor was obscured by rows of cots and privacy screens. A group of people worked on setting up more. She didn't check to see if she recognized any of the refugees. Their slumped shoulders were enough without putting names to the defeat.


Chapter 611