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

Torina and Anya's fight had spilled outside. The redhead slammed Anya into the side of the plane. Her hair was mussed, and her dress was torn. Both her nose and one ear bled freely. Still, the fire in her eyes said she wasn't done. 


As they hurried down the steps, she called, "Did you get" She broke off when she saw the child in Des' arms. "All right."


Anya struggled to her feet. Crimson ran from her nose, and from cuts on her bare arms. "I don't know where the hell you're going with Kali's prize." She spat out a mouthful of blood. "Des. I might have known you'd be licking Torina's shoes again."


Torina hit her with an uppercut that knocked her to the ground. "I wouldn't let your leftovers touch my shoes, let alone lick them."


Torina took two steps away when Anya swept back to her feet. She grabbed the redhead around the neck and twisted. There was a loud crack. Torina fell to the ground, limp, her neck broken.


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