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 she headed back, she ran into Brandle. Crap. I forgot he was out here.


"Hello." He waved as she drew close. "It's been quite a day. Or should I say, quite a week."


"The last eight months have been something." She stopped when he offered her a cigarette. She'd wasted the other, after all.


He stared into space. She wondered that Estrilda had affected him so deeply. He didn't know her, did he?


"No," Brandle said to her unspoken thought. "I didn't know she existed. Andrei and Annabelle guarded their secret well. I'm afraid my thoughts are on William and Angelica." He took a puff and blew a cloud of smoke. "I've known them a long time. They were members of Henry's coven. Poor Henry. That was the first time I had the chance to meet your lover."


Chapter 642