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

The music changed. She looked from her feet to the waterfall, the officiant, then to Oren with his hands clasped in front of him. His tawny hair was left long, brushed smooth and silky like a shampoo commercial. His tuxedo impeccable, as if he'd taken it off a rack and slid into it without having to unfasten a button.


Her eyes moved from him to Jorick, and stopped. His hair fell down his back in a waterfall of darkness, and the tuxedo looked made for him. The bowtie at his throat was as red as the rose in his boutonniere, but none of that was as important as his eyes. Dark warm pools, she lost herself in their depths, wrapped in the warm certainty of their love. Micah was right. They were going to be together forever.


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