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

Jorick was back in their room, readying for bed. "How nice of you to join me," he teased as he shut the door.


"I couldn't leave you on your own." She popped the suitcase open and fished out a pair of pajamas.


She stiffened. "Yeah. I heard him talking to Brandle."


"You mean shouting?" Jorick asked with a chuckle.


She peeled off her jeans and pulled her pajama pants on. "I don't want involved. What if they're right? What if Lilith is the Goddess of Night? Is Zander going to join her?" She stopped to look at Jorick. "My God, I've seen him fight. Imagine him doing that to us?"


"I don't believe he'd join her. More likely he'd pack up and go home."


"You mean back to Baltheir's? That's a bad idea. With him and Brandle we have half a chance against Ishkur. Without them-"


Jorick cocked an eyebrow. "I appreciate the confidence."


She changed out of her shirt. "Ishkur's thousands of years old. You're like five-hundred and something."


Chapter 662