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

When Katelina finally joined the others, Andrei was in the middle of his thank yous. He held a small box under one arm, and shook Verchiel's hand.


The redhead looked unusually serious. "I'm sorry we were only able to recover a body."


"A body is better than never knowing," Andrei said. "It will give her mother closure."


After he left, Katelina asked what was in the tiny box.


"Her ashes," Jorick said. "He didn't want Annabelle to see her like that."


Torina's words came back to her. "We send men to do the things we'd rather not do ourselves, and expect them to hold up under strain we refuse to carry."


It was three in the morning. There wasn't enough time to drive to the airport and get to Ohio before the sun was up.


Jorick nodded. "If we had a private airstrip like Andrei, we could land and sleep in the plane, but with the terrorism scare in Ohio, I don't think we'd better risk it."


Micah dropped into a chair and lit a cigarette. "Good. Slave can go fold my laundry."


Chapter 641