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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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Sweet romance, romance, romcom, contemporary romance, closed door
romance, clean romance

Date Published: July 9, 2025

 

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Student Autumn Haze’s motto is: no men until she completes her
bachelor of nursing degree. Years before, Autumn learned the hard way men are
just a distraction she can’t afford until she’s established her
career and what she wants. While moonlighting as a Plus One companion pays the
bills, she struggles to follow her rules after meeting her newest contract.
Pediatric Hospitalist Jensen Edwards is still recovering from a bad breakup
that left him the talk of the hospital. Now he’s receiving a best
doctor’s award, but after he hires Autumn as his plus one, Jensen is on
edge. If word gets out that he hired a companion, rumors are bound to
circulate, making work unbearable—again. Their chemistry as a fake
couple is undeniable, but can a chance at a real relationship override their
fear of commitment?

 

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Amanda and Lisa-Marie
are an award-winning, co-writing team of best friends
who share imaginary worlds, including Men In Books Aren’t Better (September
29, 2024), Just What the Doctor Hired (July 9, 2025), and a short story,
Shivers, published in Moments Between (February 28, 2022). Lisa-Marie Potter
(BIPOC) is a mom of four who grew up in Nottingham, England, and now resides
in Alaska with her husband and golden retriever. Amanda Nelson grew up in
Maryland and moved to Arizona, where she attended ASU and currently lives with
her husband and four kids. Both women are hopeless romantics, but Lisa-Marie
also enjoys suspense novels, while Amanda’s second go-to genre is romancy. The
duo review books on their socials, hike the Olympic National Park, and fight
over the same fictional crushes.

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Gay Dark Fantasy, MPreg, Vampire Romance

Date Published: July 11, 2025

 

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Humans and vamps were never meant to be mates, but an accidental meeting
changes everything.

Cam Sharpe is just trying to make ends meet. Living in the city can easily
break the bank, but that’s where the jobs are. It’s also where
crime runs rampant. One night, he finds himself in the wrong place at the
wrong time, putting him in the crosshairs of the city’s ruling vampire
coven.

Nikolai Hart loves his job — maybe a little too much. When hunting a rogue
proves to be a pain in the ass, he’s the one House Saridan brings in to
find the unfortunate soul. The latest job, however, has hit a snag: a mortal
has witnessed everything.

 

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Cameron

I hated living in the city. There were too many people, most of whom
couldn’t drive worth a damn. I barely managed to dodge a car that
threatened to sideswipe me. I thought the asshole driver shouted something,
but I just tossed the man a one-fingered salute. Rain pelted the city, which
made deliveries a bit more complicated, especially on a bicycle. Still, the
bike afforded me the chance to make it into tight spots a car could not.
Traffic was a bitch, but that was city life. I’d been here for three
years now and had managed to escape the need for a car. The exercise was good,
at any rate.

I reached the towering apartment building and secured my bike to a lamppost.
The expressionless doorman stood at the front. Dressed in a black tux,
complete with white gloves, he fit right in with the building’s
occupants.

Once inside, I flashed my badge hanging on its lanyard to the guard behind the
desk and continued toward the elevators. A few well-dressed residents gave me
a bit of the good ol’ side-eye, but I ignored them. Hell, I’d
probably delivered dinner to them half a million times.

The elevator doors opened, and I held it for the others. When they
didn’t move to enter, I shrugged and stepped inside, letting the doors
close before they could change their haughty minds. I watched the display tick
through the floor numbers until it reached the seventh floor. As soon as I
exited, I heard music.

Down the hall, an apartment door opened, and a half-naked man waved. I met him
and handed over the food.

“Wanna join?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Thanks, man, but I can’t. Still a
few more hours before I can officially ‘clock out’ for the
night.”

“You clock out?”

“Not really. I set my own hours, but this pays the bills, so, yeah, set
times and all.”

“Ah.”

Shouts from inside cut the chat short. “Well, thanks!” the guy
said, holding up the bag.

“No problem.”

Alone in the hall, I went back to the elevators. Thank the gods the tips were
included in the app when ordering.

Back down on the street, I sighed. I wished I could stop for the night. I was
tired, utterly sick of the damn rain, and hadn’t eaten in several hours.
The sun had already set enough to make the streetlights come on along the
sidewalks. I rolled the bike a few feet away from the lingering crowd and
headed off to my next pick-up.

People swarmed the streets, most of them club hoppers. I’d done that
years ago but had outgrown it. Random hook-ups in dark corners no longer
satisfied me, but in a city this big, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find
anyone who would. Most of the people I’d met so far were superficial and
vain, perfectly content to spend a night getting laid by one person before
moving on to the next.

An order came in, and the GPS piped up to let me know there was a shortcut to
the restaurant. Happy to avoid the crowd, I turned down the alley the GPS
designated. I ignored the few slumped figures along both sides. I’d
learned the hard way a couple of years ago after a mugging not to carry cash.
Now I only carried my ID, keys, phone, and a trusty can of mace.

The end of the alley branched left and right. The GPS told me to go left. Just
as I started that way, commotion to the right startled me.

A tall, black-clad figure landed feet-first onto the wet pavement and grabbed
a man from the ground. The man choked and struggled as the stranger spoke,
voice low enough that I couldn’t hear what was said. Whatever it was,
though, seemed to terrify the man he held captive.

The stranger growled — literally growled — and tore the man’s throat
wide open with his fucking teeth.

I nearly wrecked the bike trying to get away. I pedaled as fast as my legs
could, and the burn was almost too much. I reached the Chinese restaurant and
stuck as close to the building as possible. After a few seconds of struggling
to catch my breath, I locked my bike to a lamppost before heading inside.

I had zero doubt that I’d just seen a vampire executing someone. Vamps
weren’t unknown, but they tended to keep to themselves. They also
weren’t anything like what stories and movies portrayed them to be. Real
vampires weren’t undead; they were an entirely different species.
Stronger, faster, and far more deadly than any human could ever dream of
being.

Safe in the restaurant, I shot a quick glance back out the door. Whatever
I’d just witnessed wasn’t my business. Not like cops would do shit
anyway. Vamps governed themselves, and the police were scared shitless of
them.

Pushing it out of my mind for now, I shuddered and headed to the counter. Ten
minutes later, I was on my way to the drop-off point. Despite needing the
money, I ended my shift after handing over the food. Just before I left the
area, though, I caught sight of the stranger from the alley. Those eyes locked
onto mine.

Hopping onto the bike, I made a beeline for my tiny efficiency apartment. It
wasn’t much, but it had a wonderfully huge deadbolt on the door.

I leaned back against the door as soon as I locked it. Eyes closed, I tried to
get rid of the images from the alley. It wasn’t the first crime
I’d seen in this damned city, but it was definitely the first time a
vampire had been involved. At least that I knew of, at any rate.

“Get a grip, Cam,” I muttered. “Not the first, won’t
be the last.”

I pushed off the door and tossed my keys onto the narrow bar separating the
kitchenette from the living area. I couldn’t even call it an actual
room, really. The only true room was the bathroom, and even that was about the
size of a small walk-in closet. Overall, the place wasn’t much, but it
was home and, to be honest, all I could afford.

Before I could contemplate dinner or a shower, my grumbling stomach made up
its own mind. A quick glance in the fridge, and then the freezer, reminded me
that I needed to hit the store down the block sooner rather than later. I
didn’t cook, despite knowing how to, since it was just me here. Most of
my meals tended to be sandwiches or frozen dinners, or, if money allowed,
something quick while I was working. Tonight, though, peanut butter and jelly
would have to do.

A few minutes later, I settled onto the futon that doubled as my bed and
watched the news on my only splurge: a smart TV. I nibbled on my meager dinner
as one report after another went on. I popped the last bite into my mouth,
only to nearly choke on it.

The same dark-clad figure I’d seen in the alley was positioned behind
one of the head vamps in the city during a news conference that, according to
the info at the bottom of the screen, occurred earlier today. The muscle-bound
watchdog stood ready to spring to action at the slightest hint of trouble.

Pitch black hair hung over broad shoulders, and the man’s
five-o’clock shadow covered a stern, tight jawline. Eyes that looked
almost as black as his hair seemed to scan the entire room. Though he kept his
hands behind him, I could imagine those strong arms tensing. And he was tall.
Jesus, he was fucking tall. Even more than the vampire in front of him. A
morbid desire to stare up into those insanely dark eyes swept through me.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts.
Vamps are fucking trouble.”

I changed the channel and found a nature documentary instead. Maybe watching
meerkats would cleanse my brain of insane ideas like wanting to unwrap all
those muscles.

Gods, I was nuts.

 

About the Author

Mychael Black has been writing professionally since 2005. He writes gay
romance and erotica, but also het romance as Carys Seraphine and queer fantasy
as Katherine Cook.

He’s an avid PC gamer with a love for RPGs, a horror fanatic, and a fantasy
nut. He also has a weakness for anything relating to skulls, dogs, and
Spongebob Squarepants.

Mychael lives on the Eastern Shore of the US with his family. He loves to hear
from readers, be it via email or Facebook.

 

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Fiction

Date Published: May 1, 2025

Publisher: Manhattan Book Group

 

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This book’s background is the prophetic but overlooked decade of American
history, 1846 to 1856, from the Mexican War to the presidential election of
James Buchanan. The decade was a foreshadowing of our national cataclysm.
Underlying every social aspect was the nation’s fatal flaw, slavery, that
perverted the Constitution on which the Enlightenment ideals of a
“United States” were based. And on every day, similarities to the
distortions of the present decade are obvious.

I chose a Southern ethos, finding an unexpected woman to suffer and survive
the decade; and three brothers, each of whom carves a unique path through
it, one as a fugitive unjustly accused of murder and slave-stealing, one as
an enigmatic operative across the jagged spectrum of antebellum party
politics, and the eldest who inherits his family’s storied tobacco
plantation as its lands burn out.

The story is told chronologically, the fiction adhering to the history.
Should a question arise as to which is which, any event of historical
significance – no matter how bizarre or implausible — did indeed
happen.

The novel echoes ethnic truths as they were at the time. I write of
intimacies as well as horrors found in historical records. Both public and
private relations were often infused with their own destruction — as were
the expanding “United States” in that decade, and I fear in this
one.

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DANGEROUS TIMES is a novel of historical fiction! It tells of the years 1846 to 1851 in the 30 states that made up our nation. It’s an overlooked time, called “antebellum” or “before the war,” our Civil War which justifiably gets most of the attention from scholars, historians, literary writers, critics, — and inevitably: film studios. 

It was a hell … of a war.

  But my interest was: how and why it happened, because when I started work on this book, the United States was beginning a long progress of crises. They were leading to where we are now: the threatened loss of our political, legal, and societal institutions, and our standing in the world, among other disasters. In wondering how far these crises are going to go, I became increasingly curious about what had happened in mid-Nineteenth Century America that had driven the nation to the self-destructive extreme of civil war.     

As a result, my research started with diving into the fractious years during which the “United” States began its slide toward that violent division. I start the book with a popular-turned-bitter foreign war, followed by the inexorable fraying of politics, economy, and culture. 

Sound familiar? In 1846, it was a war with Mexico; now it’s Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan – take your pick. Time and time again, behaviors, convictions, decisions, and passions of those antebellum years are the alarm-bell-tollings that are reverberating today. Therefore, to me – and I hope to you as you’re sitting there – these antebellum times are suddenly of vital interest!

You may well ask: If those years are so important, why be distracted by some fiction of it, by stories that push the real history into the background? As a reader, why not just get the facts?

I’m so glad you asked! Full disclosure: I’m not an historian or a scholar. And any number of agents and publishers will tell you: I ain’t literary. I’m a storyteller. As to which is best for the telling, fact or fiction? It’s an endless debate, one that I always win with myself because “fact” seems to me to be a restricted perspective. To me, when chronicling events, the footnote-bound, meticulous scholar has to overlook a lot of the heart-beating, breathing, emotive, sensate life of any whole historical moment. And what in the world does the historian do about: imagination? 

 The great historical fiction writer Andrea Barrett suggests that “…research creates the bones of the story, and imagination provides the breath and the blood.” As a storyteller, I’ll go with that any day!    

Toni Morrison – who wrote some pretty astonishing historical fiction – has a fine riff on this: “The crucial distinction is not the difference between fact and fiction, but the distinction between fact and truth. Because facts can exist without human intelligence, but truth cannot.” 

I’m one who believes that telling a fictional story allows a fuller truth to be revealed than by pure history. Don’t get me wrong: to write each one of the six books I’ve published, I read history voraciously. But that’s only the beginning. 

 And with me, the process releases “The Big Surprise”! When I read enough history, characters start coming off the pages and are simply there. I cannot suppress them – not that I’d want to! When I begin to tell the story, I don’t always know what they’ll do, where they’ll go. Certainly, as we go along, history leads us; but by allowing imagination to have its way with us, I have to hope that history will tolerate, within its dogged boundaries of time, endless possibility.

Let me introduce you to some of the characters in DANGEROUS TIMES who wandered, charged or leapt off those pages of history. There’s a young woman, Elizabeth Musten, who’s already shattered basic foundational rules and is facing a lifetime of punishment; and the three Fairfield brothers, each of whom will splinter many more conventions as their worlds sink under their feet. There’s a freedman, Daniel, whose father owned his mother; and a slave, Jubile, who barely escapes having his big toes cut-off so he can’t run away again. Be assured that they and others struggle through war, peace, sex, violence, romance, money, revenge, evil and good – among other thrilling enjoyments!  

     I’ll read you a scene that’s about something more — well, dangerous: Politics! It’s the spring of 1850. One of those brothers, Will Fairfield, is trained in the law but disdainful of its practice. Instead, he’s driven to become a vital wunderkind to the Whigs, the political party ascendent in Washington at the time. He’s done pretty well so far….  

        

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After a questionable academic career at Stanford (I mean, how practical is
a double major in Drama and Far Eastern Theology?), Kinsolving fled to the
Oregon Shakespeare Festival to play Richard II. He then attended The London
Academy of Music and Dramatic Art for polish. Returning to New York, he
appeared as an actor under-, off- and on Broadway, as well as a saloon
singer in foul Greenwich Village nightclubs. For creative diversion during
these years, he acted and/or directed back in Oregon, at the Stratford (CT)
Shakespeare Theater, Harvard, Dartmouth, Café La Mama, then went out
and won the Best Actor of the Year award from the San Francisco Chronicle
for performing at the Berkeley Rep.

Ineluctably transitioning to a second career, Kinsolving wrote a play with
84 speaking roles, was awarded a Ford Foundation Playwriting Grant, and had
the play produced by the Stratford Ontario Shakespeare Festival. This led to
the first of some 54 films on which he worked for every major studio (and
several distinctly minor ones) in Los Angeles, London and Rome (ask him
about Zeffirelli sometime) as screenwriter and script doctor. Suspecting
that such a life was leading to the utter corruption of his soul (not to
dare mention his body), he retreated to Carmel to write the first of five
novels (a NY Times best-seller, a couple of Literary Guild Main Selections,
he adds humbly, but only if asked).

While serving on the Board of Trustees of the California Institute of the
Arts, he regressed happily to nightclub and fundraising performances,
accompanied by the likes of Peter Duchin and Emmanuel Ax, singing at the
Algonquin Hotel’s late lamented Oak Room and for one of the late
Brooke Astor’s better birthday parties among many other less
name-dropping venues.

Last year, he directed a musical for which he wrote the book and lyrics in
the nave of San Francisco’s Grace Cathedral about Johann Sebastian
Bach and his family. Bach provided all the music, and proved to be very easy
to work with. THAT WEEK WITH THE BACHS had the best voices in the Bay Area,
including the ineffable Frederica von Stade.

He began work on the historical novel DANGEROUS TIMES between the
diversions above. He knew the history, but even so, was startled by how
constant the similarities are in that destructive time to what’s going
on in this one.

 

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Date Published: July 8, 2025


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Six to carry the casket and one to say the mass: reflections on life,
identity, and moving forward offers the unique opportunity for its readers to
start a new dialogue, take an active hand in creating culture and reshaping
the world, and think about making meaning from formative experiences and
relationships. From family dynamics and professional challenges that bolstered
and battered him to the TV shows, films, books, and people who impacted his
queer identity, Bill deconstructs the world that he inherited and begins to
reconstruct the person he wants to become through short, poignant,
thought-provoking, and frequently hilarious essays. The post-2020 world
revealed to Bill that social transformation only comes with individual
choices. If he wanted the world to change, he had to truthfully and
compassionately understand how choices made long ago brought him to this
moment and how the choices he makes now shape the future.

This book is not didactic or instructional; not self-help or psychology; not
academic philosophy or cultural criticism. It is an exercise in honesty and a
portrait of Bill, his family, and how we construct multiple
identities—sexual, religious, philosophical, political, familial,
relational—without reducing them to a monolithic whole, without being
argumentative.

For anyone looking to make meaning out of their lives and the world around
them, this book offers a model.

 

 

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Date Published: 06-12-2025

Publisher: The Woodtick Press

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Written in understandable language, this book describes the ways in
which our body changes with age and outlines some practical ways to counter
many of these changes. It begins by discussing the aging process in general
terms and why some people seem much younger than others of the same
chronological age. After a presentation of general characteristics of the
aging body, subsequent chapters focus on what lies behind the aging of
specific parts of the body and how the reader can counteract or slow down the
aging process through lifestyle changes. The text illustrates how some
seemingly quite different aging changes, for example skin wrinkles and high
blood pressure, are due to very similar underlying mechanisms. Although not
focusing on disease, the book deals with a number of conditions, e.g.,
hypertension, arthritis, Type II diabetes and Alzheimer’s disease, which
affect many older adults. A concluding chapter pulls together many of the
details presented earlier in the book and offers some practical advice for
navigating the aging process.

As both a professional anatomist and a gerontologist, the author is well
qualified to write a book on the aging body. Forty years as a professor at the
University of Michigan Medical School, he served as Chairman of the Department
of Anatomy and Cell Biology and also Director of the Institute of Gerontology.
For several decades he conducted research on the aging of muscle. He is a
past-president of the American Association of Anatomists and of the
Association of Anatomy, Cell Biology and Neurobiology Chairpersons.

 

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How Do We Keep Our Balance?

 

Our body is never completely stable. Even while standing still, our body
sways ever so slightly. Usually we don’t even notice it. The main reason is
that we constantly make tiny un-noticed corrections to our stance that keep
our body in a stable upright condition. If we are walking and our foot hits a
snag of some sort, one of our legs automatically kicks out and our arms spread
to counteract the forward lurching of our body. If we are lucky, that action
is enough to correct the stumble and we continue walking. If we are unlucky,
we fall.

Keeping our balance involves a complex dance among several systems in our
body. Most important are 1) a component of our inner ear, called the
vestibular system; 2) our visual system; and 3) a large batch of sensory
nerves that make up what is called the proprioceptive system. These three
systems all send messages to the brain, which sorts them out and then sends
appropriate messages to a variety of muscles throughout the body, telling them
to adjust their individual contractions in a manner that keeps our body in a
stable position.

 

 

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 Bruce Carlson

 Bruce Carlson has had a long and varied career in a number of fields. As an
undergraduate student at Gustavus Adolphus College in Minnesota, he majored in
biology, languages and chemistry. As a prelude to becoming a fish biologist,
he worked for the Minnesota Conservation Department (now DNR) as an aquatic
biologist during summers except for one when he conducted research at the
University of Georgia Marine Laboratory on Sapelo Island, Georgia. He entered
a program in ichthyology at Cornell University, but became fascinated with the
phenomenon of regeneration. After receiving an MS from Cornell, he entered the
MD-PhD program at the University of Minnesota where he conducted research on
limb regeneration in salamanders.

In 1966 he joined the faculty of the Department of Anatomy at the University
of Michigan Medical School and became Chairman of the Department and later,
Director of the Institute of Gerontology. He taught microscopic anatomy and
human embryology and received several major awards for his teaching. His
research on regeneration, embryology and muscle biology led him to live for
extended periods in five countries – The USSR, Czechoslovakia, the
Netherlands, Finland and New Zealand. A prolific writer, he has written over
200 articles and chapters in scientific publications, has edited 15 symposium
articles and translations, and he has written twenty books on a variety of
topics.

Bruce is an avid fisherman, who is on the water well over 100 days per year,
either night-fishing for walleyes or fly fishing for smallmouth bass in
northern Minnesota. He has also taken many trips to New Zealand, his favorite
country, to fish for trout in a remote lake surrounded by snow-capped
mountains. For many years he wrote articles for several national fishing
magazines. The main theme was that the more you understand the biology of the
fish you are trying tocatch, the better will be your results.

Since retirement in 2006, Bruce has reverted to his scientific childhood and
has again taken up work on fish and lake biology. In addition to weekly
collections of data about the lake by his cabin, he has directed a ten-year
study on the growth of northern pike on a nearby lake and has spent hundreds
of hours taking underwater videos in northern lakes. This activity has led to
his writing two popular books on lake biology and one on aquatic invasive
species.

In addition to his outdoor work, Bruce has maintained an active professional
writing schedule, with seven editions of his book “Human Embryology and
Developmental Biology” and other books on regeneration, the human body
and muscle biology. His work in the area of embryology has led him into expert
witness work in that area and writing a new book on the abortion controversy
– “The Abortion Controversy – An Embryologist’s
Perspective.” His background in anatomy and the biology of aging has him
thinking about writing a new book on understanding the aging body.

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