Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga Book 1)
Book 1 in the Winters Saga Series begins with Lone Wolf Rising
has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters’ main goal
for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people
who killed her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the
middle of Phoenix, she knew she’d found a way to make her dream come
true. Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a
position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on
a temporary hold.
He is duty bound to protect her.
Lucian (Lucky) Lamont is a member of the Protectors, an elite
supernatural police force who works for the Authority. Their main goal
is to keep humans in the dark about the creatures who live among them.
Lucky is assigned to protect and manage Rebecca, despite her refusal of
help. His cover is simple; he poses as the dutiful ‘pretend’ boyfriend
in order to keep an eye on the new alpha wolf.
She is his mate.
Black though taking his pack back from the witch who was chosen as the
new alpha would be simple. He thought wrong. His entire world was turned
upside down the moment he met Rebecca at the Authority Council
meeting…and he was hooked the moment he kissed her to prove she wasn’t
dating his best friend, Lucky.
It’s like being torn between two lovers.
is pulled in hundreds of different directions while she attempts to
find a way to survive the supernatural world, protect her family, and
discover who massacred her entire pack days before her first
transformation. She doesn’t have time for romance.
But the heart wants what the heart wants.
And the wolf gets what the wolf wants – or so her alpha believes. While
Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political
and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most
important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price.
He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close.
“You need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family,” he
Her human half knew he was right. It was also one of those rare moments her
“It’s not like I ran home to show her,” she said. “She saw me limping and
grabbed my arm. She pulled up my sleeve and reacted. Besides, they should have
been healed by then. This cut,” she held up her bandaged hand, “is
“Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds
first. Bruises are always the last to heal.” His answer made logical
sense. He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him
back into their little corner. She wasn’t done talking to him. “They lasted for
hours. How was I to know?”
“You need to be more careful.”
He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to
have that same advice. How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t
understand anything? No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed
time to understand everything. No one seemed to see that she was scared and was
constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to
wonder if she made the right decision. She closed her eyes against the common
phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.
“Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?” Or the fact
that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes ago? She kept that
last thought to herself but didn’t release her grip on his waist. It made her
feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue. The urge to run
her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming. If they weren’t
in the school she would have. It would completely go against her decision to
stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was
still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover. But none of
that matter when she was this close to him.
He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear. His warm breath invaded her
senses and sent electricity through her body. It took every ounce of will power
to remain still. The silence stretched on painfully.
And with that he took a step back and grabbed her hand. “What took you so
long in the restroom?” It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the
passionate moments they share was over, just like that.
Annoyance and frustration raked her body. She refused to let him see her hurt
ego or let him know he was rattling her.
‘He isn’t meant for you anyway,’ the alpha whispered in her mind.
‘That isn’t your decision.’ Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping
things professional between them would definitely help the situation.
She went along with his change of subject, for now. “I ran into Sundae.
She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf.”
“Oh?” Interest entered his face and eyes.
“Yes, she asked if I was happy.” Rebecca shrugged.
“Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why?”
“I don’t know. Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad.
She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation.
I got the distinct feeling she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous
than she looks. She even called me a little wolf.” Rebecca almost laughed
at the thought. “Which is funny considering she is much smaller and
obviously weaker than me.”
He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her. “Be careful of the dream
weaver, Rebecca. She’s far more dangerous than she looks.”
“I got that. My wolf warned me. Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me
out, too.” She shivered.
“I’m serious, Rebecca.”
She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause. She didn’t want
Lucky to see that Sundae worried her. She was tired of feeling scared and
having to hide it to the world. “What? Okay, so they can give me
nightmares. So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie.”
“The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true.
They are far better assassins than allies.” Lucky spoke slowly to make
sure the words hit home. The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle
enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters. It only made
her feel more worried.
A shiver ran down her spine. Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside. Lucky
hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but
hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it
more real. The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural
Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. The random thoughts of
concern seemed to pile on top of each other. Before she chose to be a werewolf
the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night.
Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending
not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful
witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she
was now Alpha of, and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from
afar. The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin. “I’ll
be careful.” She promised.
The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten
it with a fun change of subject. “So why did you punch Gabriel?”
“Why did he kiss you?” The intensity in the look he gave her made her
wonder if he thought she’d invited the kiss.
“I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me.” She put up three
fingers and said, “Scouts honor.” The memory of the intense feelings
his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking
suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings.
‘Traitor!’ Rebecca snapped in her mind. The wolf simply laughed playfully.
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“No!” She answered quickly, which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky.
‘Yes.’ The wolf smiled in her mind.
And there was the question Rebecca was dreading. She planned to make fun over
the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.
She shook her head. “It wasn’t me that enjoyed it.” She didn’t know
how to explain this to him, but she knew she needed to try.
“Come on, Becca. I heard you.” Betrayal played in his eyes as he
continued his path towards class.
“It’s my wolf. She’s attracted to him. Not me.” Rebecca took his arm
and spun him towards her. “I know we’re using this ‘fake’ relationship as
a cover. I’m not stupid! But I can’t change my attraction and desire for you.
And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this.”
She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his, desperate
to show him her need. His lips were like stone for a moment, but he lost all
resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.
He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her
waist and pulled her against him. She was thankful the halls were empty in that
moment, but if they weren’t everything would have simply faded away. In that
moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still. Their size
difference made it hard to get closer, so he lifted her up slightly and she
wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. When his
tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in
response only pulled her further into the kiss.
He pulled back and shook his head. “This can’t keep happening.”
His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out
the flames of desire burning in her body. He set her down and took three steps
backward, putting a hand up when she took a step forward.
The gesture made her freeze.
“Why?” It was a single word question that held so much meaning.
“It’s not allowed. I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf, an alpha of all
things. The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically
Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words. “Okay, we could
battle the Authority. My parents did it, didn’t they? But engaged?” She
shook her head in confusion. “Who? How? Why? You never said
anything.” Her head was spinning with this new information. Now, in a
strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.
“I’m promised to someone, have been since birth. If we both live to be
twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids.” He tried to
explain, but had a helpless look on his face. “Besides, you’re an alpha.
You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made
his first play for you.”
Vampire Princess Rising (Winters Saga Book 2)
Savannah Winters went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one
terrifying night. Now she must find a way to survive the dark world she
lives without letting the anger and depression overwhelm and destroy
her. Maintaining a balance between her supernatural identity and human
cover is more difficult then she could ever imagine. And her decision to
separate herself from her family only makes matters worse. How could
she forgive her sister, Rebecca for the role she played in her demise?
It’s a question Rebecca struggles with herself as she attempts to
rebuild the Arizona wolf pack after the massacre that left her a lone
wolf. How can she convince her dear sweet sister, Savannah to forgive
While Rebecca and Savannah juggle the challenges of their new
identities, responsibilities, political alliances, and the men in their
lives Hunter becomes obsessed with unlocking the powers they have as
natural born witches and finding a cure to the viruses that changed his
sisters lives indefinitely.
More family secrets unravel and threaten to destroy the fragile
connection the Winters siblings share while more enemies come out of the
darkness to tear their new worlds apart.
Martina pushed Savannah through the door of another store.
They’d already gotten scarves of all different colors, jewelry, mostly silver
of course, some new designer jeans, slacks and skirts, and well-crafted
blouses. Savannah was beginning to feel like a mannequin as clothes were draped
on her body and colors were checked. Viktor and Celestia were sparing no
expense to make sure their investment was well dressed and looked the part.
Martina flew through the dress store, pulling items of different colors and
designs off the racks as Viktor smiled shyly at Savannah. It was the first time
he was not otherwise occupied with his phone and they were alone.
“You’re very pretty.” He smiled warmly.
“Really? Because after this whole experience I was beginning to think I wasn’t
good enough to be a princess,” she snapped coldly.
“Vampires are big on ritual and expectations. You’re perfect in my book.
However, as a royal you’re expected to be beyond perfect. Higher standards are
placed upon you.” He turned those unique violet eyes on her, eyes that reminded
her of her father. “Your life depends on acting the part, especially now that
we’re officially engaged.”
Savannah folded her arms at her chest. “I don’t consider us engaged,
“Really? Why is that?”
This man was clueless. She exhaled a frustrated breath out and watched as her
bangs played in the uncommon breeze. “An engagement, in my book, consists of a
man getting down on one knee and asking. This…” she waved her hand in
impatience “…is all formality and protection. Where is the romance, the
tingles, the earth shattering kisses, the mind boggling make out sessions…?”
Savannah was so wrapped up in her wish list that she didn’t even notice Viktor
had gotten down on one knee until Martina dropped the items in her hands and
“What are you doing? Get up!” Savannah looked around at everyone staring at
them. Vampires were not allowed to draw attention to themselves in public
“It may not be the perfect romance…but you will teach me what I need to do.” He
pulled out a ring box from the breast pocket of his elegant sports jacket and
held it out. “Savannah Ariel Matthews Winters you intrigue me immensely and I
cannot wait to spend forever getting to know you better. Would you do me the
honor of becoming my bride?”
Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t the speech she imagined, but it wasn’t bad. She
looked around, camera phones were rolling. Oh hell! She tried to hide the eye
roll. They were on stage now. Appearances were of the utmost importance. “Yes.”
She had no choice but to say it.
“What was that?” he asked with a grin on his face. He heard her, he was a
“Yes, I will marry you,” she said louder so everyone could hear.
The grin that broke out across his face was brilliant. He stood up and wrapped
his arms around her waist, lifted her up into an embrace, and spun them around.
“That was the first and only time I will ever do that,” he whispered against
her ear. “Now we are officially engaged.” The smile didn’t leave his face when
he put her down.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss” was the chant that broke out from the crowd that had
gathered to witness her fake proposal.
He turned those eyes back onto hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a
request, it was a statement. He moved closer, placing his hands on her slender
hips tentatively. Then with a jerk he pulled her against him, weaving a spell
around her senses. He moved his lips close to hers, so close but not touching.
One hand moved up her spine to her neck. Tingles shot a trail up and a blush crept
onto her cheeks as his body gave away his desire to claim her. “May I kiss you
now?” His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck and lifted her
lips toward his, still not touching.
She was so wrapped up in the spell he was weaving that she almost missed his
“Savannah, I won’t kiss you until you give me permission.”
He had somehow managed to turn a business arrangement into something more in a
matter of minutes. His lips brushed so close to her skin she felt herself light
up without a touch. His other hand raised up and gently tucked a loose strand
of her hair behind her ear, then caressed her cheek. “May I?”
“Yes.” Her word came out breathlessly, but he heard her. The smirk that spread
across his lips was unsettling but she gave little thought to it when his lips
touched hers. Gentle at first and then he deepened the kiss and possessed her
mouth with his. She was vaguely aware of the cheers in the background as he
continued to assault her senses with a mixture of tenderness and
possessiveness. As far as earth shattering kisses goes, he got a gold star.
Jami M Brumfield
has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds
for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every
story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is.
She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short
stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites like
examiner.com. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing
and her passion for the unknown would combine. The Winters Saga is the
product of that union.
Book one in the Winters Saga
“Lone Wolf Rising” focuses on teen witch Rebecca who in a series of
unnatural events finds herself a teen wolf and alpha of the Arizona
pack. She is suddenly thrust into a world where danger lurks around
every corner and love becomes a liability. Her thirst for vengeance
begins to destroy her family and someone she loves pays the ultimate
Book two in the Winters Saga “Vampire Princess
Rising” continues the story that began in Lone Wolf Rising only the
focal character is Rebecca’s sister Savannah. She went from homecoming
queen to vampire princess in one terrible night and her life… undead
life will never be the same. Family secrets continue to unravel for the
Winters siblings and danger continues to build as a supernatural war
starts to brew on the streets of Phoenix with the Winters in the middle
Book three in the Winters Saga “Fire Master
Rising” is well underway and promises to take your breath away as the
focal point of this tale will be Hunter and his fire producing adopted
daughter Freya join the battle against good and evil. Loyalties will be
tested, alliances will burn and others will be created, and life will
never be the same for the Winters family. Jami is hoping for a late June
or early July release date for this book.
She is also working on a New Adult Paranormal Romance series and book one in this series will be released in the summer of 2014.
By day Jami works with hypnotherapy and coaching clients and in her nights
she focuses on creating new urban fantasy and paranormal romantic
thrill rides for your enjoyment.
Four years ago, Frankie Rios walked away from her best friend and big sister, Iris. To Frankie, Iris
died the day that she last rejected Frankie’s attempts at getting Iris alcohol and drug treatment. Rather
than accept grief for her beloved sister’s loss, Frankie turned to her music. A renowned cellist, Frankie
has managed to ignore the pain and suffering of losing the person she loved most in this world. With Iris
out of her mind and out of her life, Frankie was able to move on…or so she thought. Until Iris really
Topher went to war in 2001 only to return two years later damaged and broken. Unable to
reconcile the war vet with the boy he used to be, Topher gave up on life. When Iris Rios, his long-lost
childhood best friend, dies from liver failure at thirty-two years-old, Topher is forced to confront his
past. He must decide whether he deserves to heal. He must decide whether he will take that first step
and then take another until he can recover what he lost: himself.
Weeping Angels is a story of grief carried and grief ignored. It’s about learning to love and
moving on. Mourning someone once is hard enough, but mourning someone twice is unimaginably
Genre: Women’s fiction, romance
Release date: June 27, 2014
A woman hurls herself into the parking lot without even checking to see if a car is coming. Long
blonde hair flies like a cape and she moves as though propelled by a rocket. Black, slinky heels flick off
her feet, smacking into the asphalt with every rapid step. The scarf wrapped around her neck, despite
this god-forsaken humidity, flaps over her shoulder. Any other day, I might have tried to stop her. If not,
I might have fallen to the ground and covered my head with my hands, brought back to Afghanistan by
some misapprehending synapse fire. But not tonight. Tonight, I merely stand by and watch her go.
She stops abruptly at the edge of the parking lot and just stands there. Her back to us, she drops
her arms to her sides and her shoulders slump. I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but whatever it is
unfurls as I watch. A woman like that doesn’t need to be crying at the end of the parking lot alone, and
we’re watching like a couple of jackals who are just man enough to smoke outside a funeral, but not
man enough to rescue her from herself. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t stop staring, so I
don’t even try.
I suck on my cigarette, taking the longest pull I can to give myself time to keep from engaging in
conversation, when the woman slams her palms to her thighs. If she were any closer or if there was any
less traffic on the highway, we might have heard the smacking sound echoing in the air. Even without
sound, I feel it. A sonic wave crashes into my chest. My heart stops beating for a second in its wake.
Through a stream of white smoke, I jut my chin to the woman.
”Who’s that?” I ask Jose.
“That’s Frances.” He’s curt, and the sharpness when he says her name makes it sound like an
offense. “I thought you knew her,” he adds, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
There’s a silence between us as we keep our eyes trained on Frankie. For the life of me, I would
have never known it was her had he not just told me. I wonder now why no one makes his or her way
toward her. If there’s a husband or a boyfriend standing about inside, someone needs to tell him that
she’s out there alone, grieving.
“Frankie loved Iris. She’s probably taking this hard.”
As soon as the last word has fallen from my lips, Jose chuckles humorlessly and again my
eyebrows furrow. I can feel the anger lining my forehead. Jose brings the cigarette to his lips and smoke
pours from his nostrils as he inhales and exhales simultaneously like a fuming dragon. He shakes his
head as his gaze wanders back to Frankie.
“Frankie loved Iris, that’s true, but Frankie also disappeared and refused to come when Iris got
“I don’t believe you.”
Shock slaps across Jose’s face when I declare him a liar. There is absolutely no way I can know if
what Jose said is true or not.
An ephemeral summer breeze catches her hair. When it passes, she combs her fingers through
her hair and twists it into a knot that she promptly releases. Even though she’s far away, I make out the
shaking of her shoulders, as if she might burst.
I’ve never felt as intimate with Frankie as I do right now. Sharing in her private, raw space is
wrong. I want is to throw a curtain between her and the rest of the world. I want to put my body
between Frankie and all the smokers, spread my arms, puff my chest, and yell out, “There’s nothing to
see here! Move along!”like some cop directing rubberneckers forward in traffic.
I take my first step off the curb so that I can go to her and do I don’t know what,
when she turns around and hugs herself so tightly you’d think it was freezing, when it’s actually a humid
ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Her head tilts forward and her blonde bangs sway, falling over her eyes.
She starts walking, slumped and dejected, in my direction. If a car whizzed by her, she might
look up, but given by the way she ejected herself from the building, I’m not fully convinced she doesn’t
have a death wish. So I do the only thing I can think of, I finish taking that first step and then take
What Frankie says breaks me. It breaks me. And it’s not even about Iris or me; it’s about Frankie.
Everything she said about Iris fills me in on years that I’ve missed. Even when I’d been
standing right beside her, I was ignoring what now seems so obvious it’s blinding. Yet, for all the talk
about Iris’s alcoholism and suicidal tendencies, what Frankie’s opened up about is herself.
I’m not even sure she notices because she’s so guarded. Never once has she reflected on what
she’s said. She’s been stating facts, telling stories. That’s what she thinks, anyway. I know this like I know
myself, because it’s what I do. I state facts and I tell stories, and what I’m actually doing is diverting
attention from what’s going on inside.
Frankie’s all Iris this, Iris that, but what I hear is: I can’t live with myself
because Iris was never happy and I couldn’t save her. It’s what I hear inside myself every minute
of every day, and my heart breaks for Frankie and for me. What I do next comes so naturally that it
scares the living shit out of me. I don’t let her leave. I hold her as close as I can because what I want is
for her to be inside of me the way she’s let me be inside of her.
In this space and time, Frankie and I are one person. I’m angry with her. I’m aggressive about it,
maybe even hurting her, but I reason that it can’t be any worse than how she’s been hurting herself by
balling this all up for decades.
As much as I need her to be close, I want to push her away. I want her to leave and never come
back. I want Frankie to take flight tomorrow morning, and I want to be the one to deliver her to the
airport because what I’m feeling is something that I’m not ready to deal with. I tell myself to let her stay
here, to give her this space from death that she needs. I’m surer now more than ever that we have an
unbreakable bond, but I don’t want it.
We have right now and I need it right now, but I can’t want to have it tomorrow. I can’t want to
have it ever again. It’s like being with yourself all the time, but only with the ugliest parts of you. It’s
looking at all the broken pieces of your psyche and being forced to confront them.
That’s what Frankie is to me. That’s what she’s been to me all day if I cop to it. Maybe it was like
that last night when I went out after her in the parking lot and walked her back to the service. Maybe it’s
why I couldn’t believe that she could be out there alone with no one to hide her sadness from the world.
I’m making up for it today, though. Right now, I’m making up for leaving her naked and on a slab for the
world to pick apart. The more I hold her, the more I fear that I’ll never be able to let her go, but I keep
doing it because she’s something worth saving and, if she can be saved, then maybe I can be, too.
Ten Fun Facts about Cristy Rey
1. I am a librarian.
2. For the holidays last year, I knit a Cthulhu scarflette for
my good friend, Dre.
3. I have harvested over 100 mangoes from the tree in my
yard in the last three weeks. (Please, no more mangoes!) I don’t even like mangoes.
4. My parents are Cuban.
5. I was a vegetarian and, later, a pescatarian for over
fifteen years. Thanksgiving 2012 was the first time I had poultry, beef, or pork in half my life.
6. I thought of Weeping Angels as I stood at the
funeral of a good friend – the real Iris – observing the mourners, looking at photos of a woman who
didn’t match the one I used to know, and holding the hand of my sister, her ex-fiancée.
7. My dog is named after Indiana Jones and Sherlock, and
my cat is named after a comic book character by Roman Dirge and a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.
8. I am almost 6’ tall.
9. I am a fangirl through and through: I read comics, I am a
Whovian, I am a Sherlockian, I am committed to the Whedonverse, and I have a Fringe tattoo.
10. I make my own Halloween costumes.
About Cristy Rey
Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking
Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online retailers.
She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Her first standalone, Weeping
Angels, is available now, and her second, Heart Grow Fonder, will be out in winter 2014/2015.
Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much
less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she
likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s
always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the
playlist to know what’s up.
A few of Cristy’s other novels
So I started a short story for an anthology that I will be a part of coming out in December. I went in all extra excited BUT as stories tend to do, it took on a life of it’s own. Seriously!! There was a 10K word limit and I have to FIGHT to keep it close…It ended up being about 10700 when all was said and done and that’s before edits…
Now I’m sure you’re saying to yourself “who the hell cares” and you would 9 times out of 10 be right but I’m venting of a second. Short stories are the damn DEVIL….especially when you find yourself with an idea that decides to get bigger and bigger and now you are leaving out so much detail that you end up hating yourself and resenting your story. By the time I was done with it I didn’t even want to look at it…in fact I just sent it to my editor without even reading through it first which is sooo not like me. I at least try to read through it once to catch little things and maybe add or delete here and there but with this story I was so disgusted with myself and that I couldn’t take it where I wanted it to go that I was like I’M DONE!!!
Now there is a plus to this sad rant that I’m having…I know I will be expanding the short into a FULL LENGTH to release shortly (2-4 months) after the anthology because I want to give my readers the best of my work. Plus I really liked the idea and I really want to spend more time with the characters then I was able to. I think it may even be a big enough word to be two or three books. That’s how far out of left field this story idea came. Until I do that I won’t be 100% happy with the product I’m putting out BUT I know longer want to print it out just so I can ripe it up either 🙂
Blog Post – Look Before You Leap
When it comes to matters of the heart there are an abundant of quotes…
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
-From Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem In Memoriam:27, 1850
‘Tis absence, however, that makes the heart grow fonder.
-The contemporary version appears in The Pocket Magazine of Classic and Polite Literature, 1832, in a piece by a Miss Stickland
“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.”
These are just a few used when dealing with the heart and love. I say all that to say this…
Love can make people do unusual and unexpected things. It can make you reject all that you’ve ever known and change the person you’ve always been. It can be an unhealthy obsession or the best thing that ever happens in your life. I believe everyone has a soul-mate. I believe the mythology of the Greeks about soul-mates to be the closest explanation of how I also feel about the word.
It is said that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them.
-Plato on soul mates
Again I said all that to say this…I believe in Soul-Mates…I believe in giving my all in a relationship and not holding back because until I prove otherwise the person that I’m vibing with could be the missing half of my soul. Here is my problem, I believe in love so much that I put my whole heart into my relationships. Even when those relationships don’t work out, when the next one comes along I’m just as open, caring, and giving. I don’t look before I leap. Why do I do this? I could tell you a number of reasons like blaming horoscopes (I’m a Scorpio), loneliness, or a number of other reasons. What I do know is that I give 110% in my relationships and I’ve tried everything imaginable to make sure they work. I hear stories of couples being together from their first date even after sleeping together, high school sweethearts, blind dates, you name it I’ve probably heard the love story. Am I bitter? Maybe, no one wants to be alone and if they say they do I think they aren’t being honest with themselves. Now am I saying settle for the first thing that comes along and shows you attention? No. You have standards, don’t lower them. There is someone (soulmate) who will not only meet them but surpass them.
I was married for 3 months because I leaped before I looked. Even when I knew in my heart that it wasn’t meant to be, I let what I believed should be happening to cloud my good judgment. My common sense. I listen to sappy love songs and I find myself waking up in the middle of the night with tears stained on my pillow. I give myself pep talks about finding love when I least expect it and I hate it. I absolutely hate it. When I do meet someone and I think we click, everything is going well, and then BAM! things change. I start to feel like I’m not good enough. The texts go from every morning, night, and hour in between, to I feel like I’m a stalker vying for the attention that I should have. It’s like a complete 180 and it in turn only makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong. I start to question not only myself but my sanity. What am I doing wrong? Like I said I hear all the love at first site and we had sex on the first date and now we’ve been together 5, 10, 15, 20+ years and the only thing I can think in response is, Mm…anytime I’ve had sex on the first day I didn’t get a phone call the next day. Doesn’t matter if we had been texting weeks prior to said first date. Again I ask, what am I doing wrong?
Recently I’ve met a super cool guy. We talked for weekends through the phone before we even had our first day. Then we had a second dinner date, and spend the 4th together for our third and now I’m beginning to let past heartbreak confuse and bewilder me. If I don’t get a text back right away I’m nervous. I start to second guess myself…am I texting too much, is this the same amount of texts I was sending before, is he bored of me already? Yes I’m a head case and neurotic. I can’t help it…I have anxiety and it seems to skyrocket when beginning a new relationship (is it even a relationship, does 3 dates a relationship make). So are there really soul-mates and if so where the hell is mine?
Interview – E LR Jones
Describe yourself in five words? Eclectic, Genuine, Romantic, Nurturing, Giving
Who do people say you look like? Queen Latifah
If a star could play you in the story of your life who would you hire? Tamera Mowry…Ha!
What genre would your life story be? And do you have a snappy title for your life story? Poetry. A Life in “E” motion (already a book)
What are you addicted to? So You Think You Can Dance, Scandal and a fantastic read!
What assumptions do people make about you that are wrong? And what assumptions are bang on right?
What’s your greatest character strength? My overwhelming well of optimism that I draw from. I wake up every morning with one thought in mind: “It’s a new day!”
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? I would love to live in Italy. I have always had a fascination with the area and just believe it would be so wonderful to live there.
If you could have a dinner party and invite anyone dead or alive, who would you ask?
What’s your favorite meal? My favorite meal would include lasagna, strawberry or peach topped cheesecake and a bottle of wine.
What color represents your personality the most? Orange because of how bright and eye catching it is.
How often do you write? And when do you write? I think on average I write at least once a day. I don’t try to force it. If it’s forced then it’s not genuine. I write when the inspiration hits me. I have ideas and stories going all the time. I carry three notebooks on me at all times. Scenes come to me and i have to get them on a page. Each story gets their own time.
Do you have an organized process or tips for writing well? Do you have a writing schedule? I love this idea but there is no scheduled time for me to write. I have times where I have set aside for this but I refuse to make a story develop. The story I am telling comes in its own time. I don’t put it in a neat little box of Mon. through Fri. five to nine in the evening. Inspiration can hit me at two in the morning. I get up, write out or type up the scene then go back to bed.
Third author up today is Samantha Jacobey
Samantha Jacobey is a middle aged woman who earned a BS in Business Management and has worked in half a dozen fields. With a relentless zest for life, she enjoys action and adventure, as well as all the love and romance it has to offer. Creating stories in her mind for many years, she has put some of them into print for the world to share, and hopes you will enjoy reading them as much as she did creating them. What drives her most is the love of a good story and is confident you will enjoy her latest creation.
- @samjacobey is twitter
Interview – Samantha Jacobey
What makes you happiest? Connecting with people brings me an immense amount of joy – and I’m not just talking about building deep long lasting relationships. I’m talking about meeting people, and sharing a period of time talking, getting to know one another and maybe even working towards some goal or purpose, whether it be for an hour, for a day, for a school year, or a lifetime.
What are you most proud of in your personal life? My sons and now my granddaughter. I have 4 boys, all of whom I am very proud of as individuals. They are all very different, and take after me, but they are not me. We have things that we can get together and do, activities and common interests that we enjoy, and they are all off to a great start in their own lives, and I am very happy and proud to be their mother.
What other jobs have you had in your life? I actually wrote a blog post about this, and realized later that I left some out… I have been a nursery worker, fast food employee, delivered flowers, did interior decorating, floral arranging, worked in clothing / shoes retail (was a manager there too), dollar store retail (manager there too), medical field billing/collections/ management, secretary / pa, newspaper delivery driver (OMG was that fun!!!), payroll clerk, accounts payable/accounts receivable clerk, bookkeeper, auditor, and high school science teacher…. And I am sure I am still leaving something out…
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? I would love to live on a beach… It has always been my dream… It would need to be a warm and sunny place, because I know there are beaches that are not, and I would need to own part of the shoreline or have access to it readily available so that I could go out and sit under my umbrella and just… be there.
How much sleep do you need to be your best? I have always been on the lower end of sleep necessity, and until recent years was more of a night owl, staying up until midnight or later. Now, I tend to go to bed around 10 pm, and get up somewhere between 3 and 5 (I don’t have to set an alarm, it just happens) depending on how badly the story wants to get out of my head (most of my books were written in the middle of the night)
What’s your favorite meal? Mexican doesn’t count as a meal, but that’s ok because I will eat about 95% of it – love love love… I didn’t even like black pepper when I was a kid because it was too spicy, but when I was pregnant with my second son, something happened to me and I have craved fire ever since.
What movie do you love to watch? Do you have a minute? I have built movie collections three times in my life, and both times I got divorced, I lost half… haha!!! Of course, I have rebuilt and have over 400 titles on my shelves, complete with a color cataloguing system and a rolodex for the card catalogue… my top ten favorites – in no particular order would be….
Shrek (all count as 1 in my book)
Star Trek (new or old are great, undiscovered country is pick of the litter, but the two newest ones put me in awe)
Sense and sensibility
X-men (again, all count equal)
Despicable me (both)
Lord of the Rings / Hobbit (all are great)
Die Hard (all but the last one, it blew)
Fast and Furious Movies (all but Tokyo drift)
Are you a city slicker or a country lover? I love wild places, and used to dream about living in the old west, before technology spoiled everything… My favorite vacations involve water, such as a lake, a fishing pole, and some sort of camp site, from a sleeping bag on the ground up to a rustic cabin – the key is, it needs to be secluded and away from other people
Last book you purchased? Tell us about it. What I can tell you about it is that I am a bookaholic, and there are over 50 on my nook with the kindle ap… that I have not read. I guess I should say… I don’t count any more. I love STORIES, whether they be in a book or a movie, or listening to someone talk. The last book that I straight up purchased was The Button Man, by Wayne Dupriest, and it is about a serial killer (I have not read it, but I have been dying to get it for months and can’t wait to read it!!!)
Why do you write? I write because this story is in there, and MUST come out. I have been working on it for about 25 years, and it is about as good as I can make it. The time has come, and the thing I want to do most before I die is to share it with the world.
Is writing a gift or a curse? I think it is a gift. I have a son, my little one, who makes things up. I used to do this when I was a kid, and I got busted so many times, just flat out making things up to have a story to tell. I get on to him about this, because no one likes to be around someone who is a liar, and I am trying really hard to teach him that it’s ok to have an imagination and to love to create these alternate realities… but to remember that there is a time and a place for those things… he is working on his first novel this summer, and I am so proud
Do you find it hard to share your work? Not at all, I love my stories, I love to talk about my stories, and the hard part is not boring everyone to death by blabbing about them continually
Do you plan to publish more books? Yes, I do. All 7 books in The New Life Series are completed, with 4 released and 3 more that will be out by next March. In the fall, I will start writing on a brand new series that I have been outlining. I say writing, but I am sure it will spend a few months in the daydream stage, and once I am confident with how it goes, I will let it out onto the page…
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Captive – A New Life Novel… To what lengths would you go to break away from a life filled with pain and suffering?
Tori Farrell has lived a dangerous life. When you grow up with a Motorcycle Gang of Mercenaries and Drug Lords like the Dragons, a normal life is more like a fairy tale. For years, she accepted her dark reality, a world consisting of drugs, sex, violence and murder. In the end, she learned the most valuable lesson: survival.
After years of being ruled by the Dragons, Tori uses her skills of seduction and assassination to free herself from the grasp of the people who vowed they would never let her go. Taken in by the FBI, she fears not everything is what it seems, and soon finds herself lost in a web of lies and deceit. She thought getting away from the Dragons would put her on a path to a new and better life, but now she must face the cold hard truth… there is always a price to be paid.
Bound – A New Life Novel… Raised by bikers and held by the FBI, Tori Farrell has literally walked over dead men to get to where she is today.
When she broke the ties to her dark and twisted life with the Dragons, she thought it would give her a fresh start and a chance to live a normal life. However, she soon discovered the demons from her past have no desire to let her go.
Bound to a halfway house under orders of the FBI, Tori takes things day by day, working to move forward and to face her own addictions. With her true identity a mystery and no family to turn to, she must learn to accept the love and support of those around her. When a mysterious and charismatic man walks into Tori’s life, she believes she’s finally found someone who wants her for who she is. But sometimes danger doesn’t hide cloaked in darkness…it comes out into the light of day in the form of a smooth talking bad boy who appears to be everything you’ve been looking for, but is really the one thing you should be running from…
Entwined – A New Life Novel… Nothing is more cruel then getting a taste of something you’ve fought hard to reach, only to have it ripped away, sending your world into a tailspin.
Tori wants to put the past behind her, but it’s a daunting task when you have the FBI trying to force you back into the life you’ve escaped. When she gets a visit from a ghost out of her past, it could be the leverage they need to do exactly that – put her back into the game of murder and deceit.
Tori decides to run, in an attempt to protect her new friends, by fleeing from LA. Wanting a place to call home and feel safe from the madness, she sets out with a plan to disappear and hide in anonymity. Her plan only holds one flaw – a man she can’t shake, who won’t take no for an answer. Who is this mysterious stranger and what does he want from her? Tori will soon discover that getting a new life means she must first lay to rest the demons of her past.
Exposed – A New Life Novel… When seduction and danger are all you’ve ever known, can you ever truly leave it behind?
When Tori walked away from a life of crime, she set forth on a path of redemption and discovery. She found a man to call her own, and a life she would give anything to keep. But love and life aren’t always beautiful or kind…sometimes they are painful and traitorous.
For years, Tori’s drug of choice was alcohol, but through hard work and self-determination she had learned to exist without it. Suddenly faced with her true identity, and the danger of having friends and family destroyed by the world she left behind, she finds herself once again lost in a dark world filled with sex, drugs and murder. She thought that a life of normalcy is what she wanted most, but when she gets a small taste of the dangerous life she once lived, she is forced to face the fact… not all of the demons are found on the outside.
Indelible – A New Life Novel… What do you do if you discover the life you’re living isn’t the one you were meant to have?
Tori Farrell’s path has been a long one. She was raised by a Motorcycle Gang called the Dragons, trained as an assassin, and lived by the sword in a world consisting of drugs, sex, violence and murder. She made her escape, and even successfully thwarted a second attempt to draw her back in.
Returning to her safe new life, Tori faces unforeseen challenges, as the discovery of her Rock Star relation, Brian Madson, gives way to the desire to have the life she was born to live. Haunted by fear, and caught in a fierce battle between her husband and brother, she must learn to accept her dark past and face her future boldly. The FBI and The Organization still linger in the shadows, and time is creeping forward, pushing her to choose. Which path will she take, and where will it lead, when she is forced to decide between destiny and fate…
Our second author today is Rhys Christopher Ethan….
Rhys Christopher Ethan is by no means a scientist, but he is an
architect of his own fantasy worlds; an illustrator of emotional and
multi-dimensional characters; a doctor of creativity and inspiration
and a chemist of genres; mixing two or more, to find the perfect
fit for his creations. He lives in a small, dusty lab he calls Home
in London and works hard to bring his experiments out into the
world. His companions (for now) are his pet-Laptop and his coffee-
Booster and a bunch of notes, digitized and paper-wise. He voices
his obsessions on his website www.rcethan.com, rants on twitter
@Rhys_Ethan shares messages on facebook.com/rcethan1 and
pins his muses on pinterest.com/rcethan. You can contact him at
email@example.com, or if you’re telepathic, he will probably
meet you in your dreams.
Snow White & the Poisoned Apple (Queerky Tales)
The Little Mermaid & the Dry Lands (Queerky Tales 2)
Sleeping Beauty & the Magic Curse (Queerky Tales 3)
Cinderella & the Fairy Secret (Queerky Tales 4)
Interview – Rhys Christoper Ethan
Describe yourself in five words?
Creative, chaotic, disorganized, resourceful, multi-mixer
Who do people say you look like?
Fabregas. Cesc Fabregas. Yes, the Chelsea footballer guy. And yes it IS me and
I’ve thrown away the millions for a life as struggling author. I’m that crazy.
If a star could play you in the story of your life who would you hire?
Hmmm…First actor that comes to mind is Hugh Jackman for some reason, which is
like fire and water. Like, that opposite from reality, so I’ll go with…Andrew Garfield.
Yeah, more like it.
What assumptions do people make about you that are wrong? And what assumptions
are bang on right?
That I’m a very calm person. That’s a wrong assumption. I just have the patience
of a tiger. I will circle round and round ‘til I launch my attack. The right assumption?
That I’m a freak. And I <3 it.
How do you work through self-doubts and fear?
I just cry it out and let it go. I also think of meeting my younger self with all of his
dreams and hopes and how proud he would be of how far “we”’ve come and that
does the trick. Usually.
What do you hope your obituary will say about you?
Thank you for giving us all you got and helping us dream and hope.
What other jobs have you had in your life?
I’ve been a bell-boy, a waiter, a barman, a pancake-maker and a babysitter.
If you could study any subject at university what would you pick?
I’ve already done my Bachelor Degree in Theatre Studies and English Literature. But
I would love to study Egyptology and History. Maybe some day.
If you could do any job in the world what would you do?
Write, act, sleep, repeat.
What would you love to produce in your life?
An infinity of written work and an infinite number of good movies/tv shows.
What’s the reason for your life? Have you figured out your reason for being here yet?
To write and create.
How important are friends in your life?
Yes. They are or can be your chosen family. They pick me up and pull me down.
They are my everything.
What does love mean to you?
A lot of pain in hopes of some magic.
Last book you purchased? Tell us about it.
The Fault in Our Stars. Ugliest cry-fest E-V-E-R.
The Professional questions
Why do you write?
Because I can’t not to. Because I would probably be in a psych-ward if I didn’t.
Have you always enjoyed writing?
Well, there are times I wanna punch my face and tell me to quit, but it’s all part of the
process. No, really. Ask anyone.
What writing are you most proud of? (Add a link if you like)
I’ve written a lot of stuff, most unpublished, but I’m proudest of my newest baby,
Blood & Roses. A Sci-Fi serial that’s coming out on 25th July. Until then you can add it on Goodreads http://goo.gl/uaOb55
What books did you love growing up?
The Harry Potter series, the Artemis Fowl series, the Power of Five series, His Dark
Materials series, the Promises of Dr. Sigmundus series.
Who is your favorite author?
Anthony Horowitz. Word!
What book should everybody read at least once?
Any that will take them on a journey away from reality. Read some fantasy just once
in your life to know what magic is
How did you develop your writing?
I wrote, I wrote, I wrote. I also read a lot. And wrote.
What is hardest – getting published, writing or marketing?
Marketing is THE HARDEST PART. No, for real. It’s what makes bestsellers.
Is your family supportive? Do your friends support you?
They are surprisngly supportive lately considering I have no job, yet spend so much
on my books.
Do you plan to publish more books?
Oh get ready to fill up an entire bookcase with just my books.
What else do you do to make money, other than write? It is rare today for writers to be
I now am a graphic designer and babysit.
How do you write – lap top, pen, paper, in bed, at a desk?
I usually write on the laptop at bed or at a coffeehouse. Usually naked. Right ladies?
Is there anyone you’d like to acknowledge and thank for their support?
My street team for being there, and a bunch of other people who I will not name
because I will forget someone and will have to deal with the bloodbath. You know
who you are and now that I know you, I can’t do it without you.
Every writer has their own idea of what a successful career in writing is, what does
success in writing look like to you?
Being able to support myself from writing. And my work being recognised.
Tell us about your new book? What’s it about and why did you write it?
My newest book Blood & Roses: A Sci-Fi Adventure was born out of three words
my friend gave me to write a short story. The short story was so succesful with him,
that I decided to develop it and from there on it took a shape of its own. It’s about
an innocent little girl thrown in the center of a politically corupt galaxy and amidst a
brewing war she has to learn how to fight for herself. It’s a coming of age story, but
it’s also a self-discovery story. She’s a character searching for home, wherever that
When you are not writing, how do you like to relax?
Who said I ever relax? Relax. What is that?
What do you hope people will take away from your writing? How will your words make
I hope they’re taken to other worlds and other times and escape for a little while, until
the next escape.
What’s your next project?
After the sci-fi serial is out of the way (4 episodes), I’m writing a paranormal novel/lla
and the Queerky retelling of Beauty & the Beast (for my Queerky Tales series).
My temples are palpitating and my stomach feels empty of air. My head is bobbed to my left, my cheek brushing my shoulder. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are sewn together and I start to think that they’ve blinded me. With a little more effort I manage to get them open. My tears must have dried while I was unconscious.
I don’t recognize any of my surroundings. Everything is made of metal. My body feels sore, but is strapped on a cushioned seat fixed on the wall. I see another seat across me, but it is empty. I crane my neck to my right and a pain shoots through my spine as I do. What the hell did they do to me?
I grunt the pain off me and get a view I’ve never seen before in my entire life.
There is an arch leading to a cockpit. Two men, dressed in military uniforms, stand in front of machines that are shaped like tables, with a leveled surface flashing with buttons in all shades. There is a persistent beeping sound, although its source is unknown to me.
It’s not the men, or the technology that fascinate me, however. It’s the view beyond the glass pane. Space. The stars clearer than ever. And rocks of planets my eyes have never set eyes upon. I’m not in Artemis anymore.
The pain soothes all over my body, but my stomach still feels sick and taut. A blast of chill travels up my legs giving me the shivers. I’m still barefoot. I hope they give me shoes at some point. I’m weak and hungry. I’m cold and dizzy. The amount of ichor I consumed yesterday was irrelevant when my body is shutting down. My grief isn’t helping the situation either.
I remember Mam, lying still on the ground, right outside our burning house, her blue-tinted robe molested by the rapid attack of her own blood.
What would happen to her now? Did the sergeant take her with him, to deliver proof of his failed mission, or did they let her body burn along with everything that I called home?
I miss her already. I never had anyone else in my life, but her. My Pa died when I was far too young, along with everyone else on our planet. Would I even see my planet ever again? How am I going to survive without Mam‘s porridge cookies and milk-endowed rice? How am I supposed to live without her stories of a past much greater than the misery of the present? How am I gonna go on without her caress before bedtime?
I find myself unable to breathe. My lungs are squeezed shut for an instant and the oxygen is trapped inside. I inhale and inhale and inhale. The air just doesn’t come in. I’m suffocating. I want to punch-start my chest back to function, but my hands are tied to my sides. I pant. I’m squeal. I can’t breathe. My nostrils expand. I try. I try to survive. I won’t. Not without Mam. Not without her. My eyes splatter my knees with lukewarm tears and my panting turns into a sob. A monstrous lamentation I cannot tame.
A man appears to my left. He appears from nowhere. I don’t know where he came from. I don’t have the energy to lift my head and see his face, but he’s not Sergeant Efestus. I would recognize the killer’s composure anywhere.
“Careful, agap. Someone might take that sniffing for talk and put a bullet through your head,” he tells me and I’m finally able to raise my eyes.
From Harvest: Episode 1.1
(Blood & Roses: A Sci-Fi Adventure)