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 returned, readying for an attack. The pounding on the door stopped. Katelina motioned her companions to silence. She strained her ears. Beyond the door was only silence.


She leaned away to meet Torina's eyes. The vampiress sniffed the air. She motioned wildly, a second before the door splintered. Katelina leapt back. Gret kicked what was left of the door open.


"It's you again?" she demanded. "I'm" She broke off when she saw Torina. "You must be his new concubine."


Several loud bangs sounded over each other. Katelina saw Kai holding the gun, smoke curling from the barrels. Their attacker stumbled back and looked down at her stomach, where a ragged hole ran crimson.


Chapter 666