MY WOLF AND ME
by India R. Adams
Published: April 26th 2016
Publisher: India's Productions
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal, Fantasy,
Romance
The
Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of My Wolf & Me . . .
Be prepared to be engaged and
involved. Marlena grows throughout this story and so does her companion, Romy/Sebastian. Her
family life changes as the connection between the two evolves. This was most
certainly a story that had its innocents, purity, realness, and truth of what
life could throw your way. There are times of hilarious contentment. There was something about young love and young life that gets you all the time. This was not exception. There was purity in the love and protectiveness that both Marlena and Romy shared in this form and Sebastian in that form also. You just have to read it to truly understand.
My first read from India Adams and I must say that I enjoyed it. I was presented with a minor female child and watched as she grew into a very headstrong young adult.
**This eBook was provided via Inide R. Adams in exchange
for an honest review.**
BLURB
Their
love was innocent.
Their friendship was pure.
Their fear was real.
Their danger was true.
When little Marlena is left to care for an abandoned wolf pup, her parents see their irrevocable bond, and this humble family embarks on an adventure trying to care for the needs of a rapidly growing wolf, and the needs of their headstrong daughter. The comical complications of such a venture only darken when Marlena, now a high school student, witnesses her wolf shift… into a young man.
Secrets and the pure hatred from a man out for revenge take Marlena, her family and her wolf on a heartbreaking journey of devastating loss, captivity, and ultimate sacrifices.
This love story will haunt you well after you finally set this book down.
Their friendship was pure.
Their fear was real.
Their danger was true.
When little Marlena is left to care for an abandoned wolf pup, her parents see their irrevocable bond, and this humble family embarks on an adventure trying to care for the needs of a rapidly growing wolf, and the needs of their headstrong daughter. The comical complications of such a venture only darken when Marlena, now a high school student, witnesses her wolf shift… into a young man.
Secrets and the pure hatred from a man out for revenge take Marlena, her family and her wolf on a heartbreaking journey of devastating loss, captivity, and ultimate sacrifices.
This love story will haunt you well after you finally set this book down.
His shadow against the ground was what
I saw first. His transformation was what I saw next. I jolted to a stop as I
witnessed beauty and torture become one.
I could only see Romy’s profile, not daring to interfere with what he had to do
on his own. He went from all four paws to standing on his hind legs over and
over while half howling and crying. His form kept shifting, but not in the
gruesome ways I’d seen in movies. It was almost mystical, shadows of deception
playing with my mind. His agonized cries told me nothing was happening to my
mind, only his body and possibly his soul. Then male human screams erupted from
the wolf howls as the form of the wolf violently danced with the form of a
young man.
With every torturous moment and holler,
fear ripped through me as his transformation ripped through him. Never had I
seen someone suffer so, never witnessed such unimaginable pain. I loved Romy,
which meant I already loved this young man who was fighting his way into the
world. His misery was mine, and it made me hit my knees and slam my hands over
my ears, wanting it all to end.
“Tell him not to fight it,” Mother Wolf’s words whispered from the distant memory.
My hands braced me from collapsing to
the ground completely. “Don’t fight it! Let it happen, Romy!”
My backpack slid, following my sudden movements.
The torment continued.
“Sebastian!”
I screamed. “Embrace your calling!”
And that was it. Those words reached
him, or maybe it was some deep-rooted instinct that should have been taught to
him as he prepared for his transitional stage. Romy’s arms flew out as his body surged through the final stage so
dramatically that it arched backward, taking his full form to the balls of his
paws/feet. All the shadows merged into place, and the naked body of a young man
dropped to the ground.
Not taking the time to get up, I
scrambled on my hands and knees to reach his side, terrified he might never
wake, and I would be without him because I’d failed to tell him the message in
time. “Romy! Romy! I’m here! I’m here!”
Once close enough, I stopped, realizing
he might need to rest. Taking off my backpack, I watched his labored breathing.
While he slept, steam rose from his naked form. I decided to inspect for anything
that a wolf/human could have go terribly wrong, but what I saw was a body lying
on its side, curled up, dripping in sweat. I watched his perfectly formed bare
shoulders move with every tired inhale and exhale.
Long arms
that were far from formed incorrectly had strong hands attached, lying out in
front of him, an inch from my knees. Thick thighs were pulled to a stomach that,
from what I could see, appeared to be etched in stone. Romy now had knees that
could catch him every time he fell, calves that I was sure would prove to be
worthy of any race, and feet that were prepared to carry him any distance.
Dark, damp hair partially covered the
face I needed to see. All these years of him hidden inside Romy had me anxious about
what was to be revealed. I leaned forward
over his arms and dared myself to reach my shaky hand out and touch my friend.
Softly, I pushed hair to the side.
I gasped.
He was simply the most stunning
creature I had ever seen.
I don’t
know if I found him so beautiful because he simply was or because I loved him
with every strand of emotion in my heart, but the kindness radiating from him
that night instantly warmed my soul.
Full lips with a slender nose were
perfectly in portion with cheekbones that invited me to see eyes that had yet
to open. I knew if they were anything like his wolf eyes, they would be
glorious, and if his soul was as sweet as my Romy’s,
I was about to meet one of the greatest in the world.
When he began to shiver, for the first time I remembered what season we were in and
got a chill myself. I rushed through my backpack and pulled out my jacket,
draping it gently over his nakedness. His eyelids fluttered. In barely a
whisper, I said, “Romy?”
Eyelids slowly rose to expose me to the
eyes of an angel. They were Romy’s
grays, yet a little lighter, almost hiding the cloud-like speckles.
Slowly, recognition washed over his
face, and I couldn’t stop my joyful tears. I didn’t
realize I’d had a hidden fear that this young man might not know me. But from
the way he studied my face, I knew he did. This was somehow still my Romy.
His mouth opened. His lips moved as if
trying to talk. His jaw tightened when no sound emerged. I softly touched his tense face and quietly cried. “It’s
okay. It’s okay, Romy.” I smiled through my tears and whispered, “Sebastian.”
His eyes closed as his hands tried to
move, his fingers reaching out. I looked at those long fingers and almost
whimpered. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” His
shoulders shook as his emotions took over, and I rushed to comfort him. I
quickly took hold of his fingers and held his hand. My head lowered to his as I
nuzzled to him as if he were still a wolf. “Embrace your calling, my dear
friend.”
His hand tightened on mine. He heard
me.
Author Info
India R Adams is an author/singer/songwriter
who has written YA and NA novels, and the music for the Forever series.India was born and raised in Florida but has also been so lucky as to live in Idaho (where she froze but fell in love with the small town life), Austin Texas (where she started her first book, Serenity, and met wonderful artist), and now Murphy, North Carolina (where the mountains have stolen a piece of her heart).
Being a survivor of abuse, has inspired India to let others know they have nothing to be ashamed of. She put her many years of professional theater background to the test and has written fictional stories with a shadow of her personal experiences. She says, “I’m simply finding ways to empower perfect imperfections.”
Another cause India feels needs change, is Sexual Slavery. She has joined forces with jewelers to design beautiful ways to raise money for non-profit organizations. Even though India writes about serious subjects such as domestic violence, sexual abuse, and Human Trafficking, she has a magnificent sense of humor, as do the characters she creates. Perfectly balanced between laughter and tears, her readers see how to empower their own perfect imperfections.
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Quickie INTERVIEW
WITH INDIA R. ADAMS
How would
you describe you style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Why is that such a hard
question for me? Hmmm, I would have to say my answer is... From the heart. I
feel my writing is from my character's heart. They are real to me and react as
though. I don't write to entertain, I write from raw
emotions
my characters and I are experiencing. So I would
say, any reader of my books is getting to step into someone else's world
for a while... Then the reader can ponder if they would've done the same as
which ever character they are living through.
Do you
have a character that you have been working on that you can't wait to put to
paper?
Many to be honest. But the one
who keeps calling out to me, wanting to be heard, is a woman from my new
novel, Girls Are Beautiful. After I finish releasing my
planned releases, Red Waters (the 3rd novella in the Tainted Water series),
Scar Me (the second novel in the Haunted Roads series), River (the second novel
in the Stranger in the Woods series), and Destiny (the
second novel in the Forever series) that book will see the light of day and be
in hands by the end of 2017.
I got
this one from a friend. If you could have dinner with 7 fictional character,
who would they be?
The seven dwarfs? I bet
they know how to party.
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