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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.

My Trip to the Fair Teaser Tuesday

 

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A Journey Through the Handicrafts of India

Children’s Picture Book, Age group 3-8 years

 

Date Published: April 10, 2022

Publisher: Serapis Bey Publishing

 

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A boy and his mom are on a vacation to India. Curious to learn the story of some unique toys at his grandparents’ place, the boy follows his mom to a local fair that showcases ethnic arts. What does the child find there? What memories does he bring back? Does he want to revisit India? This richly illustrated book is a perfect way to let your child discover the experience of a bustling Indian fair, replete with a multitude of colors and sounds, and the aromas of yummy food!

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Amma told me that sustainability was always a part of their lifestyle when she was growing up. They would eat in leaf bowls, use cloth bags and reuse almost everything.

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Mallika Appana

Mallika Appana was born in Hyderabad, India. She now lives in the United States with her husband and toddler. Raising her child in a foreign country, she feels a strong urge to keep

kids connected to their Indian heritage. An engineer and an MBA by training, she developed a fondness towards ethnic arts and crafts due to her parents’ keen appreciation for them. The book is a culmination of her passion for storytelling and illustration, and she hopes that it will foster interest in traditional art forms among the next generation.

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Unshattered Blitz

 

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Silver Cliff #1

Romance, Contemporary Romance

 

Date Published: February 2022

After Anna James loses nearly everyone she loves and is betrayed by those she trusted, she sets out in search of a place that would bring her peace. She knew she had found it when she arrived in a sleepy little town called Silver Cliff and she vows to never trust anyone with her heart again, especially a man she fears would not only break her heart, he’d incinerate it.

Nathan Kent has dealt with his own heartache and demons from getting off the path he was meant to be on. He decides to return to his home town to rebuild his life and the last thing he needs is to fall in love with a snarky girl who keeps her past under lock and key. He realizes quickly, though, that she is girl worth risking it all for and vows to make her his.

Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on top of flaming bonfires. But Anna can’t help wonder if she and Nathan are strong enough to survive a past that keeps resurfacing or if fate will keep shattering the world around her.

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Elena Kincaid is an award-winning and best-selling author. She writes Paranormal and Contemporary Romances with alpha males who stop at nothing to protect their women, heroines who are anything but damsels in distress, and stories where the only love worth fighting for is the forever kind of love.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn-out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

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Donnybrook Good-ByeTeaser Tuesday

 

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Urban Fantasy

 

Date Published: 08-31-2020

Inara Caan is an embittered vestal to The Order of the Avenging Hand. Her job, traveling worldwide with her demon partner, using magic to destroy monsters and mythological creatures wherever the Order finds them. Her next hunt takes her to Boston. She expects to find villainy beyond compare. Instead, she has been tasked with killing a happy family with a young daughter.

For reasons she doesn’t understand, the Order betrays Inara and sends a winged assassin to kill her. She goes on the run, taking the family with her. She battles her way through the streets of Boston, finding help in the unlikeliest of places. As enemies close in from all sides, she stretches the limits of her power trying to save everyone. She may escape the Order but not the demon bound to her soul.

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Adrenaline shot through her veins when the weight of the deaths hit her. She squeezed her eyes shut, searching for control. Not again! Her hands shook. The small confessional spun. Breathe. An exercise meant to center. Breathe. The spinning slowed. Her heart rate returned to normal

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Martin Cullen

Martin Cullen has been a musician, bouncer, infantryman, and worked in museums. He immigrated from Ireland at a young age (sorry no accent). Martin walked the storage rooms of the American History Museum, worked backstage for a magician, drank more than he should, and sang more than most folks would have liked. Now he brings some stories into the world for your enjoyment.

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Not Paid Eleven Cents an Hour to Think Virtual Book Tour

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Memoir (Military)

 

Date Published: January 22, 2022 (Hardcover coming March 2022)

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

Jim Gibson was flying to the other side of the world, barreling toward what he feared could be the end of his life. In 1968, five hundred American soldiers were dying every week in Vietnam. Outfitted in brand new, scratchy, combat jungle fatigues and boots, the twenty-year-old Army Private and trained Combat Medic found himself on a plane to a place he had never been, to fight a war he didn’t believe in. Young men like him were being drafted against their will every day, called into a war that made no sense to them. Vietnam, they thought, was a war orchestrated by relics; old white men and corrupt politicians willing to expend countless lives for personal gain. Still, it was no use to resist. There was nowhere to go, and the FBI made sure there was no place to hide.

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PRELUDE

December 1, 1968

I WAS ON this huge airliner flying into what I thought could be the end of my life.

By “huge airliner,” I mean a Stretch DC8, one of the biggest flight vehicles in the world. I was among about 225 other young soldiers flying west over the Pacific Ocean, headed for Vietnam on this military-chartered jet aircraft. Our country was losing sometimes five hundred soldiers a week at that point. I was twenty years old, an Army Private E-1, a trained Combat Medic, dressed in brand new, scratchy, combat jungle fatigues, wearing a pair of brand new, uncomfortable combat jungle boots. Most of us kids were scared to death. Some were sniffling and crying as we started our descent into Vietnam. I wasn’t afraid as I sat there in my seat and read The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ.

After a while, the sound system came on and the pilot told us we were soon to land. He told us to prepare ourselves as the aircraft would have to make a steep, radical dive as it approached the runway and that he would then have to, in a similar manner, bring the plane’s nose up just before landing. This to avoid being hit by enemy fire. The officer of the flight then came on and told us we were to get off the plane rapidly once we landed, then quickly make our way to a nearby concrete bunker. We were told to wait there for further instructions.

The officer had given us his orderly instructions but as soon as the plane landed and the doors opened, other voices commanded us: “Get out! Get out! Get out! Move! Move! Move! Get your asses off this plane! Now!”

There was a lot of pushing and shoving. The line of soldiers shuffled forward, and I moved with the rest until I was there at the doorway where we were practically being thrown off the plane. As I began moving out of the air-conditioned plane and down the ramp, I was hit with what seemed to me a blast furnace of humid air. Once on the ground, I was also greeted with an awful, nauseating smell. Somebody said it was the scent of burning shit. Oil barrels, cut in half, filled with soldiers’ shit soaked in diesel fuel and lit on fire.

The jet’s engines roared as the pilot began moving the plane down the runway to make room for the next transport coming right up behind him. I followed others to a bunker, then sat on my duffle bag in the heat. Men were running around yelling. Loud booming noises came from different directions off in the distance. It was getting dark.

There was a continuous loud sound of something like whomp you could feel coming from all directions. You could feel it in your bones. Helicopter blades thudded in the distance. It was then that an intense fear consumed me as I realized the absolutely insane madness that I had descended into.

This was Vietnam.

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Jim Gibson

Jim Gibson was born in Santa Barbara, California in 1948. Growing up he was fascinated by the world around him, a curiosity that drove his love of reading at a young age. He has carried this passion for reading and desire for understanding throughout his whole life. In Not Paid Eleven Cents an Hour to Think, Jim recalls his fourteen months in Vietnam as an Army Medic and ambulance driver. In exploring his past and the lessons he learned, he considers what we must do to carry on. Mr. Gibson, now a happily retired grandfather, occasionally teaches abstract painting and other art classes in his community. He resides in Orange County, California.

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Desert Devil Teaser Tuesday

 

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Sand and Shadows Book 2

Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

 

Date Published: 04-05-2022

A fragile beginning, a past that won’t let go, and a deadly enemy.

With hope for a bright future with the man she loves, Ella St. John begins her new life, only to find that a deadly enemy from her past is intent on getting his way. Drawn into a fight that isn’t hers, Ella must do whatever it takes to protect those she loves, even if it means going against everything she believes in.

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Chapter One

I stepped down the hallway and paused in front of room two-one-two-seven. At three in the morning, most of the patients were asleep, and it was relatively quiet. Taking a breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The boy lay quiet and still, hooked up to several machines. The halo around his head held his neck in place and kept him from moving. His curly, blond hair was pushed back from his forehead, and, even with his eyes shut, his dark, long lashes went on for days. For a fifteen-year-old, he looked small and helpless, surrounded by all the machines that monitored his vital signs.

This was the first time I’d been able to visit him, but I’d been drawn to this room since my first shift at the hospital. I’d had to wait until now, when things had settled down, before I could visit him without drawing unwanted attention. I still didn’t have a lot of time, so I stepped to his side and took his hand.

To my surprise, his eyes fluttered open and his gaze met mine. I smiled to put him at ease. “Hey Tucker, I’m Ella. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

S’ okay.” He blinked a few times, trying to wake up.

I just wanted to see how you were doing. Is it okay if I sit with you for a minute?”

Sure.”

You can go back to sleep if you want.”

It’s all I ever do anymore.”

I smiled. “That’s because sleeping will help you get better.”

Tucker’s breath hitched, and his eyes brightened. “You think I’ll get better?” The desperation in his tone sent sorrow into my heart. Through no fault of his own, this poor boy had broken his neck in a freak accident.

The doctors had little hope that he’d ever walk again. Tucker’s parents had been devastated, but this young man had put on a brave face, telling everyone he’d be okay… and he’d walk out of this hospital and prove them wrong.

Now, alone with me, his eyes filled with tears, and worry tightened his brow. He’d tried to be brave for his parents, but now he couldn’t hold back the emotion.

As he blinked his tears away, I tightened my grip on his hand. “I don’t see why not. You just have to give it some time, and let your body heal. Can you do that?”

He tried to nod his head, but couldn’t with the halo around it, so he pursed his lips instead. “I think so.”

Good. Now try not to worry. Close your eyes and go back to sleep. Everything’s going to be okay.”

His eyes closed, and a tear rolled down his cheek. “What does that even mean?”

It means that it’s okay to be scared, but don’t lose hope; you’re stronger than you think. Now rest and go to sleep.” He glanced at me with half-closed eyes. I smiled and sent him a reassuring nod. He let out a breath, and his eyes dropped shut. He relaxed and, a few seconds later, his breath came deep and even.

Now that he was asleep, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my connection to him. Still holding his hand, I placed my fingers against his wrist and felt the beat of his heart. Sending my awareness through our connection, I traveled up his arm to his neck and centered on the source of his injury.

There, I felt the swollen tissue and the herniated disc that had damaged his spinal column. Through surgery, the disc had been successfully treated, but the injury to his spinal cord was irreparable.

Using my gift, I sent my healing power into his neck, starting with the swelling and proceeding to the injured nerves of his spinal column. Stimulating the nerves and bringing them back together was a slow process, but soon the tissue began to regenerate. I sharpened my focus, pouring all my energy into the tissue until it had strengthened and fully reconnected.

Several minutes later, I knew the moment the injury had completely healed. The swelling was gone, and the vertebrae reset, allowing his neck and the rest of his body to resume its normal position and functionality. My breath whooshed out of me, and I pulled my focus away.

Opening my eyes, I panted, feeling like I had just run a marathon. Thankfully, Tucker’s eyes were still closed. As I studied him, I noticed that his face held a slight flush of healthy color that hadn’t been there before. With his spine restored, he’d be able to walk again and live a normal life.

Totally exhausted, the exhilaration of using my gift to help him gave me the strength I needed to get up and walk out of there. With one last glance at his peaceful face, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Holding the outside door handle, I made sure the door closed without the usual loud click. I turned to leave and nearly crashed into a cart being pushed by an orderly.

Oh! I’m so sorry,” the woman said, covering her mouth with her hand. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a low knot at the base of her neck, and her dark eyes flashed with embarrassment. “I didn’t see you there.”

It’s okay. I was just… I was trying to be quiet.”

Of course.” She nodded, glancing at the door. “That’s the poor boy with the broken neck. How is he? I feel so badly for him.”

She stepped down the hall in the same direction I needed to go, so I moved beside her. Still a little weak, I couldn’t quite keep up with her pace. She noticed and slowed her step, sending me a look of concern. Before she could ask if I was okay, I picked up the conversation where she’d left off.

I know. It’s heartbreaking, isn’t it? But maybe with some therapy, he’ll get some of the use of his arms and hands back at least.”

That would be something. I pray for him every day. Such a tragedy.”

Yeah, for sure.” I’d never seen her before, but she acted like she knew me. Maybe she’d been in one of my patient’s rooms and I’d missed it. Orderlies like her were nearly invisible in a hospital this size, but I usually wasn’t so preoccupied that I couldn’t be friendly. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Ella St. John.”

Oh… it’s nice to meet you. I’m Reyna Torres.” Her surprise that I’d introduce myself seemed genuine. “I’ve only worked the night shift for a few days, but I’m always happy to make new friends, although… I have to say that I’ve heard of you.”

You have?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh… nothing bad of course. It’s all been good. I mean… you’re new here, so people have talked about you a few times. But in a good way. You’re a really good nurse… at least that’s what everyone says.” Her gaze met mine, and she gave me a rueful smile. “So… I’m happy to run into you.”

I chuckled. “Yes… well… it’s nice to meet you, too, Reyna. I guess I’ll see you around.”

She nodded and continued down the hall, while I stopped at the bank of elevators. I pushed the button for the main floor and stepped inside, grateful to be alone so I could lean against the side and catch my breath.

It concerned me that she’d seen me leave Tucker’s room, but there was nothing I could do about it now. If she’d been praying for him, that meant she’d be sure to follow his progress. By tomorrow, she’d know that something drastic had happened. I just hoped she wouldn’t put it together with my visit.

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Colleen Helme

Colleen Helme is the author of the bestselling Shelby Nichols Adventure Series, a wildly entertaining and highly humorous series about Shelby Nichols, a woman with the ability to read minds. She is also the author of the Sand and Shadow Series, a spin-off from the Shelby Nichols Series featuring Ella St. John, a woman with a special ‘healing’ touch. Between writing about these two friends, Colleen has her hands full, but is enjoying every minute of it, especially when they appear in books together. When not writing, Colleen spends most of her time thinking about new ways to get her characters in and out of trouble. She loves to connect with readers and admits that fans of her books keep her writing.

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