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

Katelina followed Samael's gaze to the plane. Lights throbbed in the darkness. Dust, stirred up by the landing, drifted away on a soft night breeze. 


Katelina held her breath as the hatch opened, then folded down to a set of stairs. She tugged the dagger out of her pocket, not that it would be much use against Lilith. She remembered the battle at the ball; the way Lilith had thrown energy around, moved faster than sight, and held people in thrall just by looking at them. She'd warned Samael that if she faced Katelina again, she'd take her.


Something moved and Katelina tensed. But, it wasn't Lilith that walked down the stairs. It was


"You found the whore," Samael's voice reverberated from the buildings. "And she sent you as a sacrifice at my altar."


Ishkur's coppery armor glinted in the moonlight. He brandished a heavy war mace, shinier and more jagged than Zander's. "I defeated you once, long ago. I will do so again."


Chapter 632