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About Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez

My Niece and Nephew joke that I could open a used book store with all the books that I own. I love to read, that is my addiction. I can't go a week without going to a book store. I love crocheting. I love to write stories and poetry. I also love my family, even though they make me crazy at times. I am a huge Donald Duck Fan.

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Contemporary Romance

Date Published: 07-25-2025

Publisher: Lipstick Publishing

 

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When Annalise Garner arrives in Paris to study art, she’s chasing
quiet—far from her Southern roots, far from expectations. What she
doesn’t expect is to meet Jett Hunter, a star American soccer player
with green eyes, a bruised past, and a future under a constant spotlight.

Jett lives for the game. Annelise lives for the canvas. But when fate
intertwines their worlds on a rain-soaked street in the City of Lights,
neither is prepared for the slow-burn connection that follows.

As their hearts tangle between café tables and gallery walls, the
intrusion of the press and career choices threaten to pull them apart.

Jett faces pressure to return to New York.

Annalise wrestles with who she is beyond her art.

And just when they start to find their rhythm, a devastating injury changes
everything.

Set against the romance of Paris and the quiet beauty of rebuilding a life,
One Year in Paris is a tender story of love that endures the noise, finds
strength in the silence, and blooms where it’s least expected.

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Chapter One

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Paris, France.

March.

Paris smelled like warm bread, rain, and the kind of freedom you didn’t realize you were starving for until you tasted it.

Annelise Garner pressed her sketchbook to her chest as she crossed Place du Tertre, her long blond curls pulled into a loose braid and a soft, excited nervousness fluttering in her chest. This wasn’t just a vacation—it was a year away from all expectations. No cotillions, no pageants, no family name to maintain. Just art, sunlight, and the faint promise of something more.

She passed a café tucked between a bookstore and a patisserie, where laughter spilled onto the street. A gust of wind tugged at her scarf, and she caught it just before it flew—only to stumble directly into someone walking briskly around the corner.

Hard chest. Expensive cologne. An arm around her waist, steadying.

“Whoa—pardon,” a deep voice rumbled. American, unmistakably. Rough with surprise. Smooth with heat.

Annelise looked up—and found herself staring into the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.

The man holding her was tall…Ridiculously tall. His hair was dark and swept back in the kind of effortless way that meant effort had definitely been involved. A few people nearby had slowed down to look. Some pointed.

“Y-you’re American,” she blurted in surprise before she could stop herself.

He smirked. “So are you.”

“Atlanta.”

“New York.”

They paused.

“I’m Annelise.”

“Jett Hunter.”

And as he stepped back, letting her go with a soft brush of his fingers, she noticed the gym bag over his shoulder, scuffed cleats peeking out the side.

That name…Jett Hunter. It tickled something in her brain. A memory from a sports magazine her friend from back home, Abigail, had fawned over.

She blinked.

“You play soccer…”

He gave her a crooked smile. “A little.”

“How long have you been in Paris?”

“Two years…You?”

“Two months…I’m here studying art for a year courtesy of a generous inheritance from my grandpa.”

“My contract ends in seven months.”

Annelise nodded. “I wish I could stay forever, but—” she shrugged.

She didn’t give a reason and Jett didn’t know her well enough to ask.

Jett Hunter didn’t believe in fate. He believed in timing—on the field, in life, in love, if that was even something he still believed in at all.

But when he spotted her again the next morning, crossing Rue des Abbesses with a portfolio twice her size and sunlight catching in her golden hair, he felt something stir.

She hadn’t seen him yet. She was juggling her sketchbook tucked under one arm and what looked like a artists satchel in the other. Same soft curls, same honey-sweet presence…Annelise.

He pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to be sure.

Yep. It was her. 

Jett stood up from his table before he thought better of it, dodged a Vespa, and stepped into her path just as she looked up.

She gasped, nearly bumping into him again, and blinked in surprise. “You?”

He gave a crooked grin. “Starting to think you’re following me.”

Her lips parted—then curved. “Or you’re following me.”

“Touché.”

She shifted the satchel and sketchpad awkwardly. “Do you usually begin your mornings by bumping into strangers?”

“I had a need for croissants,” he explained. “And accidental run-ins with beautiful strangers are a bonus,” he added.

Her cheeks colored faintly. It looked good on her. Real. Not rehearsed like the women he usually met who were after him for nothing more than his fame and fortune.

He nodded toward the café behind him. “Sit with me?”

She hesitated for a breath. Then nodded.

They sat under the striped awning, a plate of flaky pastries between them. Two Americans in the heart of Montmartre pretending Paris wasn’t working some strange kind of magic on them.

Annelise told him about her art studies and Georgia summers. She spoke briefly of her political family, being an only child, how she used to sketch horses in the back pasture and dream of painting sunrises in another country.

Jett told her about New York, the endless push of fame, and how Paris had been a necessary escape. He didn’t mention the pressure from the club or the headlines speculating about his focus slipping. Not yet.

“I prefer to keep to myself. I don’t usually do people,” she admitted, stirring her espresso slowly. “They’re too…complicated.”

“Yet here you are sat across from one this morning.”

Annelise looked up. “You’re different. You feel like—” She stopped herself.

“Like what?” he asked softly.

“Like someone real.”

Jett became quiet. It had been a long time since anyone had said that to him. Even longer since it felt true.

When Annelise stood to leave, she gave him a smile that felt like spring.

“Same café tomorrow?” he asked, not wanting to let her slip from his life.

She looked over her shoulder as she walked away. “If the croissants are this good again.”

He watched her go—shoulders relaxed, curls bouncing lightly, sunlight wrapped around her like a promise.

Jett sat back in his chair, let the Paris air fill his lungs, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like he was running toward the next match or away from himself.

He just felt…here.

And that was enough.

 

About the Author

Susan Horsnell

 

I’m an Australian author who writes in a variety of genres,
including Western romance, historical romance, Gay Romance, and contemporary
romance. I also have a Thriller Murder/Mystery, children’s, non-fiction
and young adult.

I have published over 60 books and novellas, many of which feature strong,
independent heroines and rugged, alpha male heroes. Some of my popular series
include the Outback Australia series and The Carter Brothers series.

My books are known for their well-researched historical details and vivid
descriptions of the Australian landscape.

My work has garnered praise from readers and critics alike, and I have won
several awards for my writing.

If you’re interested in learning more about my books:

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Political Nonfiction

 

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For nearly fifty years, America’s working and middle classes have
been under relentless attack. Wages have stagnated, inequality has soared, and
the vast majority now lives paycheck to paycheck—while trillions of
dollars flow upward into the pockets of the wealthiest few. Class War, Then
and Now
is both a searing indictment of this economic and political order and
an impassioned call to arms for a new left rooted in class struggle,
solidarity, and socialist values.

Drawing on a decade of essays and articles originally published in outlets
such as Dissent, New Politics, CounterPunch, Socialist Forum, Truthout, and
Common Dreams,
historian Chris Wright examines the deep roots of
capitalism’s crises and the failures of the contemporary left to
confront them. In sharp, accessible prose, Wright tackles:

The centrality of class struggle in building a movement that can unite working
people

Why identity politics, while important, must not overshadow the fight
against capitalism

The overlooked necessity of nuclear power in addressing climate change

Lessons from labor history, from Jimmy Hoffa to modern union battles

The catastrophic consequences of American imperialism and endless war

How organized labor remains humanity’s most universal force for
justice

 

With the urgency of a manifesto and the depth of historical scholarship,
Wright argues that only a rational, international, and truly Marxist left can
stop the United States—and the world—from sliding into neofascism
and ecological collapse.

If you care about economic justice, social reform, and the future of
democracy
, Class War, Then and Now will challenge your thinking, sharpen your
arguments, and inspire action.

 

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Chris Wright

 

 Chris Wright is a U.S. historian, author, and lecturer at Hunter College, City
University of New York
, specializing in labor history and radical political
theory.
His work explores the history of capitalism and social movements, with
a focus on building an international left capable of confronting economic
inequality, rising authoritarianism, and ecological collapse.

Wright is the author of multiple works of political nonfiction, including
Worker Cooperatives and Revolution: History and Possibilities in the United
States and Popular Radicalism
and the Unemployed in Chicago during the Great
Depression.
His newest release, Class War, Then and Now: Essays toward a New
Left, compiles a decade of essays originally published in respected left-wing
and independent outlets such as Dissent, New Politics, CounterPunch, Socialist
Forum, Compact, and Common Dreams
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Over the years, his analysis and commentary have appeared in publications
ranging from the Washington Post to Truthout, earning him recognition for his
Marxist-informed, historically grounded critiques of capitalism and his
advocacy of a democratic socialist movement.

In addition to his academic work, Wright has written philosophical essays,
fiction, and poetry, reflecting a lifelong interest in art, music, and the
human condition. His current research and writing center on the labor
movement, anti-capitalist strategies, and the urgent need for systemic change

to address economic, political, and environmental crises.

 

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How To Get Stronger, Healthier, And Happier At Any Stage Of Life

 

Nonfiction / Fitness and Wellness

 

Date Published: 01-03-2025

Publisher: New Line Books

 

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Discover the Secret to Lifelong Fitness.
Imagine a simple, science-backed plan that helps you build strength,
boost your energy, and improve your mood every single day-no matter your age.
“Built to Last” is your complete blueprint for transforming both body and
mind, making it easy to overcome fitness challenges and truly thrive.
Inside this book, you’ll find:

– 84 Easy-to-Follow Workouts: Each exercise is designed to be effective and
accessible, whether you’re new to fitness or looking to break through a
plateau.

– Science-Backed Strategies: Learn the latest techniques from exercise
science, longevity research, and neuroscience to get the most out of every
workout.

– Stress Management and Habit Building: Discover practical tips to manage
stress, form lasting healthy habits, and stay active even when life gets busy.

With clear, actionable advice that fits seamlessly into your daily routine,
“Built to Last” takes the guesswork out of getting fit. This book isn’t just
about exercise-it’s about creating a balanced, healthier lifestyle that
empowers you to live your best life.


Your journey to becoming stronger, healthier, and happier starts now. Let
“Built to Last” be your guide every step of the way.

 

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PREFACE

We all want the same basic things in life: to live long, stay healthy, and be happy. If we have those three, we can handle whatever challenges come our way.

But getting there can feel impossible-mainly because when we actually stop to think about it, we have no idea where to start. Breaking it all down into simple steps that we can act on isn’t something we’re taught to do. So instead, these big life goals seem so overwhelming that most of us just end up hoping for the best-wishing good health and happiness on ourselves and others during birthdays, holidays, and special occasions, as if the universe might grant them to us like a wish come true.

The truth is, we usually don’t start thinking seriously about our health and well-being until something shakes us awake-a personal crisis, a health scare, or a reminder that the choices we make today shape our future long before life forces us to take control.

This book is here to help. It’s not about magic solutions or one-size-fits-all formulas, because real health, fitness, and happiness are more complex than that. But at the same time, we all share the same biology, the same funda­ mental building blocks. And that’s good news! It means there are universal principles we can use to improve our quality of life, feel better, live longer, and be happier.

The catch? It’s up to you. No one is coming to do it for you, and no one will care if you do nothing. The responsibility is yours, no matter what stage of life you’re in.

Each chapter in this book gives you a plan. Each plan includes actions. As you go through, you’ll find the information you need to build your own ap­ proach-one that works for you.

And with the knowledge in these pages, along with the DAREBEE work­ outs included, you have everything you need to create a stronger, healthier, and happier life.

Make the most of it.

INTRODUCTION

Fitness is too important in life to be left to the lottery of socioeconomic sta­ tus and zip code luck.

Whoever you are, wherever you are, you have a right to feel strong and be healthy all your life. Achieving this has to be your work, your construct, your project. For certain, you cannot do this without some help. None of us can.

This book addresses that.

Use it to feel stronger and be healthier. In the process you will become better than you ever thought you could be and feel happier than you imagined. Because of that it may also help you live longer, be more productive and achieve more of what you dream of.

Nothing would make me happier.

David

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THE PARADOX OF FITNESS

Fitness is not 1vhat you have been led to believe it is. The onfy expert on your bocfy isyou and though you mqy, at timeJ seek outside specialized help the goals and the drive to get fit and stqy healtry must come fromyou.

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hink about being fit for a moment. What image comes to your mind? Depending on your age and sex I am going to bet that the images you project in your mental screen are people who are lean, sport a six pack and have strong and muscular arms and legs. While there may be a spectrum in just how specific and developed these attributes might be, these physical attributes are usually all present in the mental image we have of a fit person. And if I were to ask you a little more specifically about capabilities not just attributes then the mental model of a fit person you have created, in addition to looking lean and muscular is also capable of running fast, running long and jumping

high for as long as possible.

Ask yourself now: Where did this image of a fit person come from? Certainly no one took you to one side one day, pulled up a chart and explained to you that fitness means this thing or that thing. Nor was it something you were taught specifically at home or at school in so many terms and so many visual images.

Our perception of what fitness is has come about by osmosis. We’ve absorbed it from our environment through a barrage of advertising images, fitness industry posters, what we see in magazines and what we see on our screens of professional athletes and the semi-naked images of film stars in major Hollywood films. All of these have contributed to our own mental image of what fitness is. What all these different industries have in common

is the fact that whenever they promote an image of fitness that feeds into the popular conception of what fitness is, it is being promoted for professional reasons of their own that serve them and have nothing to do with what is actually good for us.

The paradox here, and it’s an important one, lies in the fact that we all make the mistake of accepting an externally imposed and largely culturally guided idea of what fitness is. We then use that as a standard against which we measure our own. By doing so we, essentially, accept what the external world tells us about fitness and then we use that externally imposed definition to shape the unique internal world and physique of every individual to match it. Obviously this can’t work. If it did we wouldn’t be having this discussion and you wouldn’t be reading this book. You would already have the knowledge necessary and the understanding you need to help you be healthy and feel

strong your entire life. And you would be practicing it.

A lot of what we will cover here appears intuitive. You already know it or sense it and if you don’t citing numbers is not going to make much of a difference to how you really feel about it. We will look at some numbers however because when it comes to fitness, the numbers help create a clearer picture of the reality around us. It is the numbers that tell a grim story about the state of fitness of the people around us and, quite possibly, reflect part of our own directly experienced reality. And it is the numbers that help us better understand where we fit in the picture that is revealed.

A Gallup survey contacted in 2009, for example, found that nearly half (49%) of all Americans “report exercising for at least 30 minutes, less than three days per week.” In other words nearly half the population of the United States exercises nowhere near enough to what it needs to so it can feel physically well and psychologically capable. We’re not even examining specific fitness attributes like strength and endurance, we’re only talking about basic exercise.

You’d think that a survey like that would be a strong wake-up call and something would have been done to change things, but no; the situation actually got worse. Nine years later, in 2018, the Center for Disease Control (CDC) and the Prevention National Center for Health Statistics (NCHS) drew on five years of data to show that only 23 per cent of Americans get enough exercise. That means that more than seven people out of ten do not exercise enough, if at all. In the intervening nine year gap between the first survey and the second half of the people who exercised, did so even less or had stopped.

Despite the fact that America leads the world in spending in every segment of the fitness market to the tune of $264.6 billion a year it ranks just 20th

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in participation in physical activities that are classed as exercise. The NCHS figures for 2020 showed that the number of Americans who got enough exercise had improved by barely one percentage point. Yet, in America alone the average consumer spends $111.80 per year on athletic gear and the fitness industry is poised to grow in terms of revenue, by approximately five per cent a year.

Globally the fitness industry is worth a staggering $828 billion. Yet what is spent on fitness gear is not reflected on improved effects on health or even in participation in exercise. In Europe, figures released by the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD) for 2022 showed that more than one in three European adults does not do enough physical activity and only four in ten adults exercise regularly, with low rates in women, the elderly and lower socio-economic groups. This shows that despite all the socio-economic initiatives launched by European countries to help people exercise the number of people who don’t do enough is six in ten, barely better than what we see in America.

Clearly, there is a disconnect here. We all understand the need for exercise and fitness. We are all willing to spend some money on it. But most of us are unwilling to actually exercise or, if we are, we appear unable to stick to it long enough for it to make a meaningful impact on our health and longevity.

The problem then, and this paradox makes it apparent, is not that we don’t want to exercise or that we don’t understand what exercise will give us. We just saw that we are bombarded from virtually all sides with ideal images of fit people. We are on the receiving end of constant reminders from government organizations and health authorities of the need to exercise and its benefits. We are constantly told by the advertising industry how important exercise is and why we need to spend money to get new shoes, new outfits, new equipment, new gym memberships. No, the real problem is that for reasons we will look at here, we can’t make exercise an integral part of our lifestyle so that we can truly be healthier and live longer.

There are many reasons why this is happening. Each of them forms a layer of the paradox of fitness and we will unwrap them all, one by one. But let’s start with a truism: our current setup of modern life makes good health difficult. It’s a depressing thought and in this chapter we need to ask “Why?” Why is life as we currently experience it incompatible with good health? Surely the opposite should be true. Everything we do or, are told to do should be leading us to a healthier, longer life.

Even if we take the cynical approach that the world is a hard, cold, uncaring place that views each of us as a productive unit that’s only there to work, earn

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money, consume goods and pay bills until we die, it stands to reason that it is to the world’s benefit if we can do all these things it asks of us, with more vigor and for a longer time. And for that to happen however we need to be in good health and feel happy in our body.

Unfortunately this is not the reality most people experience as they age. The reason their experience is so different from the idealized version that we hold in our imagination should become evident as we peel back the layers of the fitness paradox to better understand what lies at its core.

No One Is In Charge

If you were an intrepid alien looking for some great intergalactic investment opportunities and came to planet Earth you too may want to invest in some of the organic, biomechanical units living there. You may reason that unlike on your planet where no one works because smart machines do everything, on planet Earth the bulk of the work, both manual and mental is performed by organics.

Organics have a shelf-life however. As they age they begin to perform below expectation and then, eventually, break down and die. As a smart intergalactic investor then you may think that if you managed to somehow purchase a number of these organics and set them to work for you, in order to get the most out of your investment you will need to ensure that each of them is guided by a nutritionist, a therapist and a personal trainer. That way not only will you prolong their lifespan and help them live longer so you can recoup your investment but you will also prolong their healthspan so they can work harder and help you turn a tidy profit.

To the best of my knowledge there are no aliens purchasing humans. The world also doesn’t automatically provide us with nutritionists, personal trainers and therapists from the moment we are born so we can be healthier and live longer. The world, as we perceive it, appears not to care much about us because it is not an actual organized construct that has some kind of overseeing authority guiding it. The world emerges as a necessity that makes the many activities we engage in, as a species, possible.

As an emergent phenomenon, a wrapper of sorts, the world around us exists but it is not guided by anything beyond the blind dynamic forces that shape it. These forces are always reactive. Because they tend to shut the figurative stable door only after the horse has bolted, they help to highlight the magnitude of the problem but never really offer much of a solution until after the fact by which time everything is way harder to solve.

Let’s take a look, however, at some figures to see just how that reactive

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nature takes form: In the World Health Organization (WHO) European Region report, being overweight and being obese affect almost 60% of adults and nearly one in three children (29% of boys and 27% of girls). The USA currently ranks first in obesity prevalence levels, Europe is in second place globally.

By the time these figures emerge get processed and are accepted it is already too late. On the ground they translate into a reality where there are a lot of people like you and I who have not had sufficient guidance in what to eat, how to eat, how to exercise and how to think about food and exercise. This means we are likely to end up in the depressing obesity statistics. If we are obese or even if we are just overweight we are significantly more likely to suffer from disease and die earlier. Even worse, before we die we are likely to experience a significant segment of time during which our quality of life and our ability to feel capable and be productive, requirements essential to experiencing personal happiness, will be severely limited.

Even at that stage, however, we may not be a completely lost cause destined to be consigned to the scrap heap. The return to good health and a long and happy life is certainly possible if we change the way we move our body, start to take care of our nutrition and do some work on our selves so that our emotional regulation, and the life choices we make, improve.

When no one is in charge it means that there is no benevolent alien coming to invest in us so that we can work for him and be as productive as possible for as long as possible and be well looked after in the process. Since no one is coming to save us this means there is no one looking out for us. We need to be the ones who take charge of ourselves and we need to be the ones who look after ourselves.

While this makes eminent logical sense it is also extremely difficult to navigate correctly. As we shall see, what we need to help us do so is a good plan.

The Adversary Within

Think, for a moment, about all the help we didn’t get when we needed it the most.

No one came to teach us about nutrition, exercise and mental health when we needed it. Our brain however is not designed to accept an information vacuum, so we learned what we could from the sources available to us: our parents, friends, the media, movies and TV and the culture around us. We learned this by watching and emulating, by working things out for ourselves using the limited experience we had and by making certain assumptions that

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About the Author

David Amerland
David Amerland is a Chemical Engineer with an MSc. in quantum dynamics
in laminar flow processes. He converted his knowledge of science and
understanding of mathematics into a business writing career that’s helped him
demystify, for his readers, the complexity of subjects such as search engine
optimization (SEO), search marketing, social media, decision-making,
communication and personal development. The diversity of the subjects is held
together by the underlying fundamentals governing human behavior and the way
they are expressed online and offline. A lifelong martial arts practitioner,
David Amerland is found punching and kicking sparring dummies and punch bags
when he’s not behind his keyboard.

 

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Literary Fiction

Date Published: May 15, 2025

 

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 Delivered is a moving, contemporary novel about Jean Valeur, a Haitian
American NYU grad student whose life is derailed after he’s wrongly
arrested during a party sting. After a harrowing stint at Rikers Island, Jean
is released under a COVID-19 emergency order into a city unrecognizable from
the one he once knew. Now a food delivery worker, he must rebuild a broken
life, reconnect with estranged loved ones, and face the friend who betrayed
him.

Told entirely in Jean’s raw, lyrical voice, Delivered is an
unforgettable story of redemption, justice, and self-forgiveness.
“Freedom, it suggests, is not the absence of bars, but the hard-won
choice to forgive not just others but also oneself.” — Publishers
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James Mondesir
James Mondesir is a Haitian-American writer, educator and father. His
work centers on themes of justice, race, and personal redemption. He lives in
Jersey City with his wife and their dog. Delivered is his second novel.

 

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Riptide MC, Book 4

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

 

Date Published: September 5, 2025

 

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Janet — Thor is an addiction I can’t seem to overcome. He’s
everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and everything I can never have.
They call him Thor for a reason — he looks like a modern-day Viking with that
shaggy blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and ropes of muscles covered in
intricate tattoos. And in bed the man is definitely a god who grants my every
secret desire. I walked away from the marriage my parents tried to force me
into, but I’m not naive enough to think they’re going to let me
go. They have money. Power. Influence. They know how to bend people to their
will. They will make sure I marry someone they approve of, and it
doesn’t take a genius to figure out they will never approve of Thor.

Thor — Janet is mine. I know she knows it, too. I can see it in her eyes,
hear it in her voice, feel it every time we make love. But she refuses to wear
my cut and freaks out if I mention anything permanent. I have no idea what the
fuck her issue is, but it doesn’t matter. I want her, and I’m
going to have her if it takes me the rest of my fucking life to convince her.
I want her to come to me willingly. I love her enough not to force her.

Now I just have to stay alive long enough for that to happen, because someone
wants me dead.

 

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Fuck, that woman frustrated the hell out of me! I knew there had to be a
reason she balked at making our relationship public, but she just kept evading
the issue. I was a hair’s breadth away from having Shadow snoop into her
and see what was up. I knew that would cross a line, but I wasn’t sure
it was one I cared about. Did she have an ex she didn’t want me to know
about? Or one that still had a legal claim on her? Because I could fix that
without breaking a sweat.

She didn’t act like someone running from an ex though. It had a
different feel to it, and that’s what scared me. More like she
didn’t want people to know about me because they thought she could do
better. Admittedly, she probably could but that was just too bad. I had her
now, and I had no intention of letting her go.

“Cassie, huh?” I looked at Joker.

He shrugged. “Like I said, we met at the tattoo parlor. She was getting
a dragonfly on the back of her shoulder. Said it was in honor of her
grandmother who’d had a thing for them.”

“And?”

“And we got to talking. You know. Families. Life. Shit like that. Ended
up at the steakhouse for dinner, and I invited her to come watch the races
with me today.”

I nodded. “So not a long-standing secret affair you’ve kept from
the club all this time?”

He smirked. “You mean like you and Janet? Nah. At least not yet. I
haven’t told her about Riptide.”

I sighed. Everyone except Janet seemed to be aware of our status.

A ruckus over at the far side of the room caught my attention. Two burly guys
were half leading, half dragging a woman toward the back exit, and she was not
going willingly. Squirming and letting out muffled screams through the hand
one of them had over her mouth.

“Fuck. Looks like she needs a hand. I’ll be back in a
minute.”

“Need me for backup?”

The two were nearly at the door, one swearing loudly as the woman stomped on
his foot. “Two against one? I think I can handle it. Keep Janet amused
for me.”

Joker laughed. “No problem. I’ll tell her about the time you
thought the monkey crying in the jungle was a kid and just about got yourself
killed going to rescue it.”

“Asshole.” I stood and shouldered my way across the floor to the
trio. By the time I reached them, they’d manhandled the girl outside and
the door was closing behind them.

“Not so fast, guys.” I pushed the door open and stepped outside,
ready for a little exercise. I hadn’t been in a decent fight in weeks.

As the door snapped shut behind me, I saw the girl standing alone on the far
side of the alley. In the second that it took for my brain to register that, a
fist slammed into the side of my head.

Ambush!

Fuck!

Not my first one though, and I ducked low, twisting to the left as a second
blow glanced off my shoulder. I brought my fists up to protect my head, and
aimed a roundhouse kick at my assailant, connecting with a satisfyingly meaty
thud that drove him backward.

The second guy was quick, and he had a knife. Holding it low, he slashed
upward.

I jumped back, and the blade traced a shallow path across my abs.

He bared his teeth and came at me again.

I kicked low, hitting his knee and causing him to stumble. Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw the girl turn and run, waving to my attackers as she headed
out of the alley.

Fucking slut wasn’t waiting around to see the outcome.

The first guy came in from the side, pummeling me with his fists. I ducked to
the side, getting my back against the wall so they couldn’t come at me
from behind.

Still, two against one, with one of the two brandishing a knife.

Didn’t look good, but I wasn’t going out without a fight. Fuck
that. Vikings had coined the term berserker, and they didn’t call me
Thor for nothing.

Letting out a furious battle cry, I threw myself at the knife-wielding thug. I
got in a few good shots with my fists before a searing pain lanced through me.
A quick glance down showed a crimson gash open up on my side.

Ignoring the pain, I grasped his wrist, the one holding the deadly blade, and
twisted. The knife arched back, and wussy let out a scream of agony as it bit
into his flesh. He dropped to his knees, and I turned to protect myself from
his buddy.

The next few minutes stretched out like a slow-motion movie. At this point in
my life, hand to hand combat was second nature.

Attack.

Defend.

Kick.

Twist out of reach.

Punch.

Duck under the next blow.

I could do this on autopilot, like a choreographed dance. If not for the wound
at my side, I would have made mincemeat out of this clown in minutes.

I was holding my own, but I could feel my strength waning as a crimson trail
of blood dripped from the knife wound. Not as shallow as I’d first
thought.

My breathing was labored. My hits had less strength behind them. The pain was
getting harder to ignore. I wasn’t going to last much longer but damned
if I wasn’t going to take this asshole down with me.

Just as the thug came at me yet again, baring his teeth behind a split and
swollen lip, the door slammed open, and Joker entered the fray. He might be a
medic, dedicated to healing but that didn’t mean he couldn’t
fight. Faced with a fresh opponent, and his sidekick lying motionless on the
concrete, the coward turned tail and ran.

“What the hell, man?” Joker took a few steps after the asshole to
make sure he was gone, then turned back to me. He grabbed my arm, gently
lowering me to the ground. “Where’s the girl?”

“Ambush.” I grasped my injured side, wincing. “She bailed
somewhere between the first punch and the knife.”

Joker eyed up the assailant lying motionless on the ground. “You had a
knife on you?”

I shook my head. “Nah. He brought it. I just turned it back on
him.”

 

 

About the Author

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue
dog whose breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many
fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but
finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate
was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and
just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then
she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all
with a happily ever after.

She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren and enjoys spending
time with them whenever she can. Her hobbies, when she’s not playing
with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing
guitar, singing and of course, reading.

 

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