Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Timeless Love – A Poem
I stopped wearing a watch
soon after I met you.
I used to have a
fascination with time,
though some would
call it an obsession.
Every moment was catalogued,
counted and allotted.
I had nearly one-hundred
watches, each keeping time.
I could hear them ticking away
from inside my jewelry box.
I felt as if time was
constantly slipping away
from me, as if it were
diamond sand that slipped
through my fingers.
When I met you,
time seemed to stand still.
We’ve been everywhere
together, travelled and seen
parts of the world that
I had only dreamed of.
We’ve grown together,
each of us finally comfortable
in our own skin when we
hadn’t been before.
We’ve loved together,
redefining for each of us
what we thought love was.
It feels as if I’ve known you
for all of my life but it
has only been two years.
It’s been two whole years
Yet it feels as if
I met you yesterday.
Though it’s only been
a relatively short while
in terms of the great
expanse of time itself,
I can’t picture my life
without you. You’ve given me
a timeless love that, until now,
has only been found in books
or movies. You’ve proven to me
that real love, timeless love,
does exist. I have stopped
counting the seconds, minutes,
hours and days that make up
my life. Now there is only
the brilliant light of the future
and the time that we have
together.
Primal by Michelle St. James – A Book Review
Jenna Carver is still reeling.
After a shootout that almost cost her daughter Lily her life, Jenna is trying as hard as she can to make a normal life for Lily. Jenna doesn’t know if here life will ever be normal again. She hides instead inside her London flat, putting a wall between herself and the world, trying to keep the outside world at bay. This includes Farrell Black.
Jenna knows what her heart wants but her mind keeps getting in the way. Yes, her heart will love no other man aside from Farrell, but can she give her daughter a life filled with crime and murder when all she wanted to do is keep Lily safe from all of that?
For his part, Farrell is doing everything he can to make sure that Jenna and his daughter are safe. He would do anything, kill anyone that threatened their safety. The papers that Jenna found in Milan are hidden, but that doesn’t mean they are safe. When a man starts following Jenna and Lily when they are on their way home and threatens their lives, Farrell steps in almost killing the man.
He tells them that there are other people after the papers and that they won’t stop until they get them. Having delved into the papers, Farrell knows that the information they contain could mean the end of the world should the research fall into the wrong hands.
Farrell knows that the only thing to do is to keep Jenna and Lily safe. Flying to Milan, he takes Jenna and Lily to one of his houses. There the passion between Jenna and Farrell explodes once more and Jenna gives into it, knowing that it all might be too much. Would she rather be free from the criminal side of the mob? Or have a live with Farrell?
When someone close to Jenna is killed, they know that they must find out more information and unlock the secrets that are hidden. They have to find out more about the virus that has been created and how to stop it. It’s a bioweapon that could start a world war.
They, and the world, are running out of time…
I absolutely loved this book. Once again, Michelle St. James pulls out all the stops to give you a tale full of danger, passion and romance. However, her romance novels have something that I find to be lacking in a lot of others: it has tons of heart.
You actually care for these characters, you yearn for Jenna to give in to what we know her heart wants, you hope that Farrell will learn to forgive Jenna for her past deeds. The secondary characters also impress me and I want to know more about Farrell’s second in command, Leo as well as Jenna’s sister Kate. I also want to know more about Farrell’s brother, Evan. It takes a very talented author to make you fall for the main characters, but also for the secondary ones.
As well as the unending sense of danger within the novel, the passion that burns across the page, there is also a serious internal struggle inside of Jenna. How many of us can relate to what she is going through? That the heart knows what it wants but the mind and rational thinking try to tell the heart that it’s wrong. That the mind knows more about what’s good for you than the heart does, so you walk away from love. I know I’ve done that before and I know a few of you out there have as well. What we think we want isn’t necessarily what’s best for us.
The emotion involves in this novel, from the internal struggle of Jenna’s to the need to protect at all costs within Farrell, is primal in it’s purest form. The novel ends with a cliff hanger, assuring us that Jenna and Farrell will have to fight with all they have if they are going to have their happily ever after.
I can’t wait to see how it all turns out in the third book in the London Mob Boss trilogy, Eternal!
A Glass Full of Stars – A Poem
It has finally happened.
After seven years,
I have been able to
break free. Part of me
expected to feel sad
at the loss, but its
been seven long years.
That’s time enough to grieve.
All day, there was a sense
of euphoria within me,
rising to the surface.
I compared it to an earthly miracle,
something you wish for
but won’t happen until
you take matters into your
own hands. Behind me,
I could see the chains
whenever I turned around.
They were tarnished and old,
but they were broken
and lay behind me, scattered
like bread crumbs leading
to part of my past.
I knew I would never
go back there, would never
revisit that part of my life.
On the way home, a man
kept following close behind
me. I would turn and catch sight
of him out of the corner of
my eye and then he would be
gone. When I got home, I
came into my apartment
and found him standing there.
Looking at him, I realised that
I was looking at my younger self.
I was downtrodden,
I was cut off from everyone,
I was alone, even though
I was supposed to have love.
Holding out my hand, I said:
“Why have you been following me? I thought I left you behind.”
He nodded, smiling at me.
“You did. Today, we’re both free.”
I watched as a light began
to build within him, filling him
with a brilliance that shone.
I was astounded to feel the
light inside of me that had
been building all day respond
to the light of my past self.
I looked at who I had been
and embraced him; he was still
a part of me. Part of who
I had become. I felt his
light enter me and felt whole.
He pulled back and looked
me right in the eyes.
“Never be ashamed of your past mistakes. Just embrace your future.”
He began to shine even
brighter and the chains that
were wound around both
of our wrists, the last of them,
glowed a brilliant blue
before breaking away.
He began to fade, but before he
did, he said to me:
“Have a drink for who you were, who you are and who you will become, okay?”
When he was gone, I stood there,
free and whole once more.
I would be raising a glass
filled with stars
tonight.
A Different Kind of Love – A Poem
I watched them
swim, the water
moving over their
bodies like quicksilver.
Colin swam up
to me. I was
sitting on the
edge of the pool.
“Why don’t you come in and play?”
He asked me.
“The water feels really good.”
I shook my
head, unsure of
what was holding
me back. The
sun came out
and it glanced
off of Colin’s
skin, highlighting the
muscles in his chest.
“I want to.”
He splashed me
with some water.
“So come in and play. You already got your feet wet. What’s the problem?”
I took a
moment to think
about all of it.
“I wrote my romance novels when I was unhappy. I wrote them when I had love, but it wasn’t real.”
Colin smiles and
sluices himself with
water so that
he is glistening.
“So?”
“So? Now I have love, real and true love.”
He grinned mischievously
at me. He
swam even closer.
“Then what’s the problem? Shouldn’t having true love only enrich your stories? Don’t you want to share that kind of love with others?”
I thought about
his words. I
had assumed that
writing romances when
I was with
someone who made
me happy would
be some kind
of betrayal. Instead,
it was a
reflection of that
kind of love.
I tried again.
“I wrote about broken men finding love in the most unlikely of ways. I don’t to write that kind of character anymore.”
Laughing, Colin splashed
me with more water.
“So don’t. You now have a different kind of love then you were used to. So write that. And I don’t think that any of them were broken.”
“You don’t?”
“No. They were brave enough to accept the gift of love, even though it terrified them. As you were brave enough to do with the love you have now.”
He reached out
and touched the
place on my
chest where my
heart lay beneath.
“You need to celebrate that kind of love.”
I tried one
more time to
make my case.
“But I want to write something important, something that touches people.”
Colin gave me
a stern look.
“And doesn’t every romance do that? Do they not connect right to a person’s heart, making them feel pure and true emotion? What’s more important than that?”
He put his
hand on my
shoulder and looked
at me right
in the eyes.
I almost lost
in their colour,
a light hazel,
flecked with bits
of gold and
green. He leaned
in closer to
me and I
smelled spice and
a citrus scent.
“Listen to your heart. It knows what it wants to write. Right?”
Colin began to
swim closer to
where Percy was
waiting for him,
the water gliding
off of Percy’s
body as he
stood to meet
his lover. Colin
looked back at
me, raising a
hand to his
eyes to block
the bright sun.
“Hey, do Percy and I get a happy ending?”
I laughed out
loud at the question.
“Doesn’t every romance end with a happy ending?”
I stood and
went back inside,
itching to write
about a different
kind of love.
The Tree We’ve Grown Together – A Poem
This poem is for Michael for our two year anniversary. I often find that my words are lacking and can’t truly capture how I feel about you, but they will have to do.
Love you Michael, so very much.
When we first started
on our journey together,
we made a seed of light.
We planted it in the ground
and over time, we made sure
that it had all it could need
so that it could grow into
something wonderful.
Our love was like water
to the seed, nurturing it
within the ground.
Our support for each other
was like the earth,
keeping it safe storms.
Every time we said
“I love you.”
to each other, that was
like the wind. And
every time we felt our
hearts growing bigger with
love for each other,
that was like the sun,
shining down upon it.
Now our seed has grown
into a tree that stretches
its branches out from
the earth and into the sky.
Its branches reach into the
clouds themselves and along
all of the branches, there are
mementos and ornaments
of the time we’ve spent together.
I can hardly wait to see
where the tree will take us
and how we will grow with it,
until it touches the heavens
and beyond.
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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
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