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 trip back to the summer headquarters was silent and sober. Even Micah's usual after-battle banter was missing. They left the plane at the airport and took the helicopter back to the jungle clearing. They were half way to the house when Torina rushed out the door. She skidded to a barefoot stop and grabbed Oren's arm. "Your human. Something's wrong with her."


"How should I know? I'm not a medical doctor! She's hot and she was vomiting." Torina shuddered in disgust. "Do something!"


Oren rolled his eyes and pushed past his sister. Katelina clutched Jorick's arm. How much more could they take in one day?


Etsuko lay in the sleeping room, Sorino's sleeping bag spread over her. She offered them a wan smile. "I apologize. There is nothing to be concerned for, Oren-sama. It is merely a small human complaint. It will pass."


Chapter 407