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

"Where's Ume?" Katelina scrambled into a seat next to Loren as the helicopter lifted off. No one answered and she quickly scanned the passengers. The Black Vigil sat at the opposite end, a gulf of empty seats between them and the others. In the corner nearest the cockpit Sushel bent over an unfamiliar vampire. A prisoner?


Verchiel leaned nearby, half-naked, and pressed a folded cloth to the wound on his shoulder. She had a momentary view of his bullet marked back before he turned and winked. "I don't suppose you have some tweezers?"


She glared and Etsuko quickly dug through her overstuffed backpack and presented him with a small first aid kit.


The redhead grinned. "Thanks. Now would someone mind taking the bullets out?"


"You?" Micah asked sarcastically. Katelina turned to him and gasped. His chest and stomach were chewed up like raw hamburger and bled freely. "I got at least a dozen of the fucking things. Someone wanna help me?"


Chapter 393