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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.

Where Eagles Nest Virtual Book Tour

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Historical Fiction

Date Published: August 20, 2024

Publisher: Luminare Press

Narrator: Carolyn Wand Eslick

Run Time: 8 hours, 13 minutes

 


Where Eagles Nest
chronicles a young couple, Alex and Julianna Lampert, as
they immigrate from Lichtenstein, in search of land where they can raise a
family and participate in the American dream. The young newlyweds eventually
settle in the rugged hills and pasturelands above the Sandy River in Oregon,
where they forge a life of love and pursue their quest for prosperity in spite
of the struggle in the wild terrain of the Pacific Northwest in the 1880s.
—Sharon Nesbit, writer and historian, author of It Could’ve Been
Carpdale
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Helen Wand
Helen Wand was raised in the rugged hills of Oregon’s Columbia River
Gorge. A child of a large Catholic family, she has fearlessly trespassed into
the lives of her immigrant ancestors who first settled at the west end of the
Gorge. Her writing places the reader by their side as they raise and feed a
large brood of children, build a farm, and ultimately, a community. Those who
see the neat farms and green fields of Multnomah County, east of the Sandy
River, will get a sense of how they began and the challenges they faced along
the way.

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Paranormal Romance

Date Published: August 1, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Memphis, Tennessee. The Russian mob has declared war on the MPD, leaving a
team of dead cops in their wake, and the city of Memphis caught in their
crossfire.

Stakeout (Memphis Heat 1)
Jarod took a bullet to the chest. But he
didn’t die. While he was bleeding out, he was bitten. By a werewolf. Now
he can smell his partner’s attraction, but his bite didn’t exactly
come with instructions. Two partners who always have each other’s backs
share everything — but the one thing they need to share the most.
Streetwise (Memphis Heat 2)
When Officer Butch Carson and his rookie
trainee, Regan “Sundance” O’Malley, are caught between the
MPD and the Russians, they have no one they can turn to but each other. The
more they learn about being werewolves, the tighter their own bond becomes.
And the more determined they are to stop the assassins who nearly added them
to the growing list of victims.
Strikeforce (Memphis Heat 3)
Lt. Jamie Callahan’s convinced
there’s a mole in their pack, and he and his new partner must figure out
who set them up — and who’s responsible for the deaths of their former
lieutenants.
Takedown (Memphis Heat 4)
Two packs fight for the heart of the city. The
Russian mob and the MPD stand at odds, the city of Memphis caught in the
middle. The new Alphas plan to leave their enemies in the dust. But it’s
their friends they should be watching out for.

When the final takedown comes, there will only be one Alpha standing.

 

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“You’re a real asshole, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, dear,” Jarod answered with a suppressed chuckle in his tone.

She was going to smack him any moment now. “That. That right there. That’s the
reason you’re paying alimony to two ex-wives. Fuck you and your yes, dear.
I’ve had shorter dry spells between engagements. I. Need. To. Fuck. Now!”

“You’re just bored.”

Belle squirmed in her chair, practically grinding her pussy against the worn
upholstery. “No shit. What gave it away?”

“Told you not to come. ADD and stakeouts don’t go well together.”

She pointed the butt of her service revolver at him, resisting the urge to
throw it. “Somebody has to watch your back. Besides. You used to be better at
keeping me distracted.”

A sideways grin quirked his face. “We used to have… interesting… ways of
keeping ourselves entertained, didn’t we? Not exactly professional, but…”

“Used to being the operative phrase here. What the hell is wrong with you,
anyway?”

“Wrong with me? I got shot, remember?”

As if she could forget. “Yeah. And by all reports you should have died. But
you didn’t. And ever since you’ve been treating me like…”

“I’m trying to act like a professional. I’ve been treating you like a cop.
Like my partner.”

He attempted to look offended at that. Nearly pulled it off. Professional, my
ass. “We were a hell of a lot more than just partners, Jarod. You can’t deny
that.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if I’d been acting a little more like a cop and a lot less
like your lover, we wouldn’t have been in a position where you could have
gotten killed.” The bitterness in his tone surprised her.

She kept her voice low and steady, bottling up the frustrated anger that
threatened to overwhelm her. “I wasn’t the one who got shot, Jarod.”

“Could have. Could have been you first up that alley, just as easy as me. And
it would have been my fault.”

This argument was getting them nowhere. Damn it, she was horny as hell and he
was right there! “Shut up and fuck me –” she reached for her police baton —
“Or I’ll do it myself.”

Binoculars focused on the dilapidated warehouse across the street, he didn’t
even glance her way. “Go ahead.”

Did he think she wouldn’t? Staring at Jarod’s lovely backside, Belle unzipped
her jeans and shimmied them down her hips enough to give herself access to her
pussy lips. It was his own fault. He was tall, handsome, built and reasonably
single, if you didn’t count the excess baggage, but she still might have
resisted — if he didn’t smell like liquid sex poured into a cop suit. She
wanted to reach over, undo his belt, and suck his cock right down to the root.
Then they’d see how professional he could be. Fuckhead.

With that thought Belle kicked the jeans the rest of the way off and switched
the baton around so the handle lined up with her pussy. With one thrust she
impaled herself right down to the crossbar.

Fucker. If he didn’t get off on that, he was gay.

“Shit, Belle! What the hell are you doing?”

“We’re undercover. Normal people do not sit in sleazy, run-down motels next to
vacant buildings for hours at a time and stare at locked doors. Only reason to
be here is to fuck.”

As if he’d suddenly gotten into the spirit of things, Jarod reached out and
grabbed her shoulders, throwing her against the window. His mouth found the
juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he bit down with more aggression that
she was used to from him, but she was so horny, she didn’t give a shit.

He yanked her head back, and his mouth found hers in a jaw-breaking kiss
before he broke away, pushing her back. “You wanna play? Fine. Your turn to
watch the Russians.” He pulled her closer and spun her around. She braced her
hands on the dirty plate glass window…

 

About the Author

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife
by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in
spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable
heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful
ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are
speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined
with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a
sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband
with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts
(which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with
Marteeka’s latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her
website. Don’t forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you
with a potpourri of Teeka’s beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph
events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.

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Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress

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You Make My Heart Giggle Blitz

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Dadisms, The Wisdom and Wit of Dad

 

Nonfiction, Feel Good, Memoir

 

Date Published: July 29, 2025

Publisher: Elite Online Publishing

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If you liked “Chicken Soup for the Soul” or “Tuesdays
with Morrie,” you will love this book.

 

You Make My Heart Giggle: Dadisms, The Wisdom and Wit of Dad is the perfect
book for anyone who cherishes the timeless wisdom of fathers and the lessons
they impart, often disguised as quirky sayings. Whether you’re seeking
inspiration, laughter, or a heartfelt reminder of life’s most cherished
values, this book is for you.

Inside, you’ll discover:

Time-tested Dadisms, each packed with wisdom to inspire courage,
persistence, and optimism—so you can tackle life’s challenges with
confidence.

Historical insights and personal stories, showing how these simple sayings
align with some of history’s greatest moments, giving you a new
appreciation for their deeper meanings.

A heartfelt tribute to fatherhood, reminding you of the love, humor, and
guidance that shape our lives, so you can cherish and pass these lessons down
to generations.

 

This book is authentic, inspiring, and proven to make you laugh, reflect, and
appreciate the impact of a father’s words in ways you never imagined.

Don’t wait, grab your copy today and relive the wisdom, laughter, and love
that only a dad can provide!

 

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A little about my dad

Little Johnny as my father was known spent his early childhood in cache
valley a beautiful mountain setting in northern Utah. The valley was lush and
green in summer with horses and cows grazing peacefully in fields framed by
homemade log and wire fences. The severe winters were in stark contrast to the
mild summers. bitterly cold but beautiful. Each morning the sun would stream
through the trees causing the hoar frost (which had settled on the branches
during the night) to sparkle like a thousand little gems. Against a cobalt
blue sky, the contrast was stunning. cache valley was a wonderful place for an
active young boy to grow up in. pine covered mountains to climb, clear running
rivers to fish and plenty of places to explore. cache valley got its name from
the mountain men and trappers who traveled the Rockies in search of valuable
furs, fox, beaver and bear, beaver pelts were in high demand in the east
because top hats were all the rage and a beaver top hat signaled wealth and
class. Jim Bridger, and Jedediah Smith were a few of those who roamed the high
mountains in the 1820’s. Jedediah was born and raised in Boston, Jim
hailed from Chicago These young men had left the comforts of eastern cities
for the lonely and rugged life in the west. it was a solitary existence always
working the trap lines by themselves. Each spring around the first week in
May, these intrepid young men would assemble together (to retrieve their
hidden furs “caches” that they had created during the winter
months,) in what was for them the high social event of the year It was called
the rendezvous.

Dads father Rube was slight of build. He had come from humble circumstances.
raised on a small farm that managed to put food on the table but little else.
Rube would spend his entire life raising livestock and living off the land the
same as his father and his grandfather before him had done. Dads mother
Charlotte was the daughter of John Anderson. A tall man, and rather quiet and
soft spoken. He was impeccable in appearance. altogether a rather handsome
man. He had amassed a small fortune in real estate, as president of the Logan
First National Bank and the proprietor of the ZCMI Mercantile Store on main
street. in 1864 as a young boy He had walked from St Louis to the Rocky
Mountains to homestead with his family in the northern Utah Territory. it was
said of charlotte that she could have any man in the valley but settled on a
quiet country boy. As a cattleman Rube was hardly ever home. He was demanding
of his children but in a kind sort of way.

My father (little Johnny) was a very active and outgoing young boy with little
fear of anything, always towering over his fellow schoolmates. Despite his
size, he was a kind and gentle child. As an adult, he was larger than life not
only physically, but he was also large intellectually, emotionally, and
spiritually. At 6’ 6” 320 pounds, size 16 shoes, coat size 56,
everyone quit calling him little Johnny and he simply became known as Big
John.

He had an unwavering love for his country. He was part of what Tom Brokaw
called “the Greatest Generation“ serving in world war II in the
south pacific. He was involved in the battles at Saipan, Tinian, Iwo Jima,
Leyte, Philippines, and Okinawa. along with being part of one of the first
contingencies to enter Hiroshima after the Atomic Bomb was dropped.

He loved golf, he loved to travel, he never held public office but was deeply
involved in local caucuses, state conventions, and campaigning for candidates
he believed in. As far as singing, he could not carry a tune, but he loved
music and the arts and saw to it that we often attended the Utah Symphony,
plays at the Promised Valley Play House, and excursions to the local galleries
so we could appreciate fine art. We could decide for ourselves as to whether
or not we wanted to play sports, but we had no such freedom when it came to
learning how to play a musical instrument. To dad it was non-negotiable, He
said simply. “You will”

I knew he loved me not only by what he said but by what he actually did. One
night in late August of1968, my father came home from work and asked me if I
could visit with him for a few minutes. My first though was “Oh no what
have I done now. I soon realized that his tone was very different from past
visits. He said, “Son I have been offered the job to be the principle of
your high school, and I need to know if that would bother you in any
way”? I then asked him “what he would do if the answer was
yes”, His response surprised me, he said “Son, you are far more
important than any job could ever be, and if it would cause you even the
slightest worry or concern, I will turn the job down” I knew that he
really wanted that job but I also knew he really meant what he said. My answer
to him was that it would be fine and for the next 3 years we had what many
would call a rather unique experience together.

I hope the stories I tell here will be of some interest, but more importantly
I hope it will awaken in each reader the realization of the lessons that each
has learned from those who have been their source of inspiration and learning.
Those who have truly made a difference in their lives.

 

 

About the Author

Brent was a product of the fascinating and turbulent decades of the 60’s
and 70’s. He came from a very average middle-class family. Growing up,
he would be labeled by society’s standards as almost invisible. He was
surrounded by incredible role models that greatly influenced his life,
including teachers, friends, and most importantly, family. Brent was an Eagle
Scout and served a two-year mission for his church in Northern England.

He met his future bride in a geology class at the University of Utah and
graduated with a BS degree in History. Putting himself through school, he
worked for First Security State Bank. Brent taught students with reading
disabilities at Union Jr High School and History at Alta High School before
leaving education to work for Pfizer Pharmaceutical. Eventually, he started
his own highly successful construction company, which now includes three of
his sons as part of the family business. He also owns 3 companies involved in
real estate development and acquisition.

Brent’s greatest joy comes from his family. He is a proud father to 2
daughters and 5 sons, and a contented grandpa to 30 grandchildren, with one
great-grandchild on the way. He loves sports, photography, travel, especially
in France, England, Holland, and the inside passage of Alaska and being in the
outdoors; he cherishes time at their cabin in the Manti Lasal mountains or
their condo in the red rock country of southern Utah. He enjoys hiking and
rappelling slot canyons in the southwest and river running, especially the
mighty Colorado River. Brent also started the Metra Learning Center and
On-line productions. He played the clarinet in the University of Utah marching
and pep bands and remarkably built his first home with no prior construction
experience, which still stands 45 years later.

Throughout his life, Brent has been driven by the undeniable influence one
person can have on generations untold and the profound lessons taught by a
father to his sons and daughters. His life reflects the deep and enduring
relationship between a father and his children.

 

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House of Morgan

 

Contemporary Romance

 

Date Published: 07-29-2025

Publisher: Love in a book

 

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Anthony Morgan is the last man I should ever work for.
Too bad I
don’t have a choice.

It started with an email from Jennifer Gonzales.
It ended with me walking into
a boardroom face-to-face with the man who once loved her.
The same man who
looks at me like I’m a threat to everything he built.

And maybe I am.

He’s cold. Controlled.
Italian billionaire in an Armani suit, hiding
bruises behind bank accounts.
He thinks I’m still loyal to my former
best friend—the woman who broke his brother’s heart and stole
something she should’ve never touched.

But I’m not here for Belle.
I’m here to do a job.

Security.
Protection.
No distractions.

Except Anthony Morgan is a distraction.

His eyes strip me bare.
His voice is a seduction I never saw coming.
And every
time we fight, it feels like foreplay.

Getting too close to him is a mistake.
Falling for him?
Dangerous.

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from war zones and
heartbreak…
It’s that the most forbidden fire burns the hottest.

And Anthony Morgan is pure flame.

 

About the Author

 

USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston
before moving to the Miami sun though she left that for a while to live in New
Orleans, Denver and now Pittsburgh. She started single but the husband and
then children joined in on the fun. She’s worked in engineering, then
lawyer, then teacher, and finally novelist. She refused to one day turn 50 and
realize she had nothing but her career and hours at a desk.

During all this time and travel, she always wrote stories to entertain herself
or calm down. Her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, and
Victoria spent too many years living other people’s expectations, but
when she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed
doing, writing became so obvious. The middle school year book when someone
wrote in it that one day she’d be a writer made sense when she turned
thirty.

She’s always been amazing, adventurous and assured. It’s what gets
her through the day.

Her website is www.victoriapinder.com where you can get a free read NOW.
Please write as she loves writing back to her fans.

 

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Cyberpunk/Urban Fantasy Fiction

Release Date: July 23rd, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

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If you make a deal with the Devil, don’t forget to read the fine
print.

Three operatives find themselves on the run after a corporate sabotage job
goes awry. Now, their predatory employer, a heavyweight weapons-tech firm,
wants its elite A-team dead at all costs.  Jon is a smooth-talking
charmer. Friedrich is a hacker prodigy. And Guion is the ice-cold tactician
who keeps them all in line.

Backs against the wall, the men strike separate infernal pacts to stay
alive. They vanish into the urban badlands of New York’s Five Hives,
vowing to lie low and figure out why they’ve become targets.
Meanwhile, Jon suspects there’s an insidious evil possessing his
friends, and he wonders if they all got more than they bargained for. 

Amid an escalating war between local gangs and the firm’s private
shock troops, the fugitives uncover a conspiracy that threatens to destroy
everyone they know and love. But can they stop the destruction before their
inner demons seize control?

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Fucked.

That’s how Jon read the mission timer that blared an angry red in the corner of his Augmented Reality overlay. Technically it read numbers, but he translated them to what they really meant. They were late. Really late. 

15:07

15:08

15:09

An image of Guion’s face appeared below the timer, a rendering of his athletic angles, sharp jawline, and tight side flattop cut in holographic glass that glowed. “Is he dead?”

Jon shook his head as if Guion could see him. “No. His interface unit still shows a heartbeat.”

“It could be hung in a loop. Or maybe the display’s been hacked.”

Jon reached out for the illusionary silver sphere that hung in AR over Friedy’s Master Interface Unit. It shone brightly in the room lit only by the incidental glow of status lights studding the server cabinets that surrounded them. An onslaught of viruses waited to assault anyone daring such access, slagging their MIU and, if Jon knew Friedy, the brain tied to it too. But at Jon’s touch, it erupted into layers of radial menus like a flower blasting into bloom in time-lapse. He scanned the segmented rings, riots of color, and tapped a scarlet section. It clenched into a sphere and sucked the rest of the menu in before blossoming open again, this time into rings and segments all shades of red, each option another biometric. He pinched and twisted one option after another, prying each open and peeking at the data inside before closing it and moving to another.

“Brain activity, heartbeat, everything. He’s still all systems go.”

“Check manually.”

Jon knelt beside Friedy. The scrawny New Deutsche Republic native lay slumped against a cabinet, buried deep in the mathematically precise maze of machines, limbs sprawled and head lolling, drooling onto a bib bearing a cartoon figure in his same pose, wearing his same shock of wild, platinum blonde hair. The words “Badass Hacker” screamed out in blocky crimson underneath. A glowing green line scrolled across the little slab of screen that lay cockeyed on his chest and jumped at regular intervals, a silent EKG readout. One slim cable stretched from his MIU to a rubber nipple stuck to Friedy’s temple with a clear glop of conductive adhesive, a fancy piece of archaic tech. A second braided silver cord slid through a small hole bored through the glass cabinet door and slotted in a port in the server rack. The tower glowed with illuminated indicators beside him. Friedy said they reminded him of the hieroglyph-slathered walls of Egyptian pyramids rendered in iridescence. With his head lolled back and his mouth slack, Friedy looked passed out . . . or dead.

 

 

About the Author

 At the age of four, Russell Anders started telling stories, often
interrupting his mother during bedtime reading to ask, “Then what
happened?” She always answered, “You tell me,” and his
imagination conjured fantastical tales of dragons and dinosaurs.

He gravitated toward a career as a technical writer and writing coach for
software companies. He also briefly served as a columnist for Dragon
Magazine
. One of his favorite hobbies includes tabletop role playing,
especially as the game master. And yes, he’s as cruel to the characters in
his games as he is to the characters in his books; his players love him for
it. 

Russel lives with the constant canine companionship of whip-smart but goofy
Sigurd, an English Mastiff (the best breed ever).     

Daemones ex Machina is his debut novel.

 

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