Friday, 24 January 2014

Lone Wolf Rising (Jami Brumfield) in One Thousand Words

Lone Wolf Rising by Jami Brumfield is today's featured book on One Thousand Worlds.

Lone Wolf Rising -

Rebecca Winters is an average teenager dealing with a deep level of guilt because she believes she is responsible for the death of her parents.  Her only lifelines are her twin sister, Savannah, her younger brother, Hunter and her best friend, Jackson.  They keep her from falling into a dark abyss of depression.  What Rebecca doesn’t know is that she comes from two powerful witch lines and she has amazing power coursing through her veins.  Power that was locked away when her parents spell bound all three of them for their protection.

The supernatural world is hidden to most humans, they choose to ignore it, but Rebecca’s DNA attracts the dangerous world.  Her best friend is psychic, her neighbor is a guardian (a branch of witches that specialize in the realm of the dead), and her grandmother is in deeper than anyone can imagine.  So when she stumbles upon a friend changing into a werewolf her mission in life is changed.  Suddenly, her only thought is to become a werewolf and avenge her parents’ tragic deaths.

Even the best laid plans have problems and Rebecca’s road to vengeance is littered with terrifying vampires, massacres, political responsibilities and other unimaginable obstacles.  Two guys join her journey, both intrigued and bent on claiming her as their own.  But Rebecca’s desire for vengeance creates turmoil and one of the most important people in her life will pay the ultimate price.

About this author-

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  It was only a natural progression that her love of writing and her passion for the unknown would combine.  Lone Wolf Rising the first book of the Winters series is the product of that union. 

Lone Wolf Rising

The early morning chill was Rebecca Winter’s alarm clock; her body covered in goose bumps and little else.  A shiver ran through her from head to toe as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.  She looked around noting the ever-brightening light of dawn. The splashes of reds, oranges, and pinks were a vibrant contrast against the dark sky.  The brightness was winning and a part of her was grateful nighttime found its ending.

A metallic tang in her mouth caused a retching response from her stomach and she vomited.  Evidence of the meal lay beside her head; a rabbit carcass ripped to shreds.  A touch of sadness played across her mind as she felt pity for the animal’s lost life.  The knowledge that she was; in a way, responsible for the animal’s death made matters worse.  She caressed the soft fur and noticed the body was still warm.  It was a stark contrast to her cold, shaky hands.

The reality of the day started crashing down on her.  She turned her attention to figuring out where she was.  A quick survey of her surroundings told her she wasn’t far from where her journey started last night.  That inkling of knowledge caused her to wonder why her legs felt like she had ran twenty miles.

“Oh, my God!”  Jackson Carter came to an abrupt stop behind Rebecca.  His sudden movement kicked up a dusty sand storm that formed a cloud around her naked body.  “For all that is holy, Becca, put some clothes on!”  He threw her a pair of worn jeans and a dark blue tank top.  “You must be freezing.” 

Rebecca snatched up the clothes quickly and covered her body.  She tossed a quick glance over her shoulder at her old friend; thankful he came up behind her which allowed her a modicum of modesty.  “Do you mind turning around Jacks?”  Irritation flavored her words; the taste bittersweet. 

He slapped his hand against his forehead, grinned, and spun around on his heels.  “Sorry, you know your virtue’s safe with me.”  The good-natured humor lacing his words put her at ease for the first time since she woke up and having him there only helped to ease her disorientation.  He was like a beacon in the early morning hours calling her home from a night of being lost at sea. 

It really happened.  Last night was the beginning of her new life; a life she knew would be troublesome to navigate, but she knew she was up for the challenge.  She made the choice to become this supernatural creature.  She knew there was no turning back.  She wasn’t one of those people who claimed they were cursed; cried they were unfairly made the monster they became.  No, she happily embraced the idea of becoming who she was now.

Rebecca slipped on her clothes with abnormal speed.  He was right.  The cold was beginning to affect her.  Goosebumps had turned into shivers.  She fluffed her wavy blond hair over her shoulders and smiled, “It’s safe to turn around now.” 

She gave one last glance at the rabbit carcass, taking note of the circling birds overhead and the four legged scavengers surrounding them in four directions.  Even the insects that covered the bloody area were serving a purpose.  Nature worked quickly in cleaning up her mess.  In a strange way it was reassuring.  She said a small prayer for its soul as she followed Jacks back toward civilization. 

During the short trek to Jackson’s vehicle Rebecca scanned the horizon, looking for signs of others like her.  The oddness of the situation made her feel uneasy.  It created a nagging feeling in her gut as she wondered where the others were.  It was eerily quiet.  It worried her and created a strange feeling that something was terribly wrong.  She was positive that Dianna planned to be with her last night.  They discussed it two days ago.  Dianna was her sponsor; a good sponsor.  After everything they had been through; it surprised Rebecca that Dianna was nowhere to be found.  Hell, Dianna was practically a member of her family at this point.

The lack of her presence only increased the odd feeling that she was trying to overcome.  When Dianna made a promise, she kept that promise.  Her worry over her missing friend did little to block the memories that were coming back slowly from the night before.  The physical and vivid memories twisted her insides, making her sick; again.  She placed one hand on the hood of Jacks’ yellow Jeep as more of last night’s adventure pushed its way out of her stomach, out her throat, and onto the ground, narrowly missing her bare feet.  She hadn’t even noticed her feet were bare until that moment. 

Jacks groaned and headed toward the driver’s side of the Jeep.  “Thanks for keeping that mess out of the vehicle.” He rolled down the passenger side window and grinned as he passed her a wet wipe.  He was always grinning, always happy.  It was a strange contradiction to the gift he had, but welcomed, nonetheless. 

Rebecca rolled her sapphire blue eyes and took the white cloth with a weak smile.  She used it to clean her face and mouth, surprised at the amount of dirt that covered the cloth when she was done.  Blurred memories filled her mind but little came out clear, only the gut-wrenching pain of the transformation.  The pain was something she didn’t think she would ever forget.  Every nerve, fiber, and cell in her body had ripped, shredded apart and maneuvered into a new shape.  She was sure that was something she would remember for a very long time.  Rebecca had assumed her body would’ve shut down the pain receptors when it became unbearable, but that was not the case.  She felt everything.

Hollywood and the romantic book industry greatly understated the idea of werewolves.  After going through her first change last night she felt completely misled despite the preparation Dianna 

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