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

As Baltheir said, he didn't live "in town". He wasn't even near it. Oren's giant blue car thumped over a potholed road that was more mule track than thoroughfare. With suspension from 1960, Katelina spent more time bouncing than sitting.


She was grateful when they parked in front of a small weather-worn house. Technically in decent shape, it needed a coat of paint and, in a year or two, a new roof. A smattering of small outbuildings said it was an old farm house, though from the size Katelina wondered if it was the farmer's, or farmhand's.


Baltheir threw the door open and motioned them into a small cramped living room. Three vampires sat on a worn couch and chair. Dressed in long robes with wide sleeves, they looked like something from a fantasy movie or ancient temple. Katelina could feel their years, like she could feel Brandle's.


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