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 tugged on Katelina's arm. Reluctantly, she let him pull her toward the hotel. They'd nearly reached the shattered lobby windows when Ishkur landed in front of them, swinging his heavy mace.


Jorick threw Katelina back, using himself as a shield. She slid to a stop, tripping over chunks of concrete. She righted herself in time to see Jorick dodging away from Ishkur's attack.


"Jorick!" The sun beat down. Though she wanted to help him, her instincts drove her back into the shade of the ambulance. Ishkur swung. Jorick blocked with his sword. The ancient growled and pulled back. His eyes flicked from Jorick to her. He evaporated and reappeared before her, the mace raised.


Chapter 670