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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.

Sundays with Grandma Virtual Book Tour

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Children’s Book

Date Published: January 3, 2025

Publisher: MindStir Media

 

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Sundays with Grandma tells the story of an ailing Grandmother who spends
her last years in life fully present for her Grandson while cultivating
within him an enduring hope and optimism for the beauty of life. Inspired by
true events
, the book is based on the author’s observations of the playful
relationship between his son and his mother during a period when she was
battling and ultimately succumbed to breast cancer. 

Told through the eyes of young grandson Noah, this is a story recounting
the memories Noah had with his loving Grandma Sherry during their weekly
Sunday visits. These Sundays are filled with delicious food, silly fun times
with Grandma, and important life lessons. While Noah notices that Grandma is
getting weaker and weaker with each visit, that doesn’t stop their special
Sundays together. Noah realizes when he is older that Grandma’s important
lessons have taught him not only about the beauty of life but also how to
accept some of its most difficult moments.

Written for kids of all ages, Sundays with Grandma delicately uses the
beauty of nature to remind kids who might be experiencing loss and grief
that their lives are just beginning to blossom, with so much beauty and
growth to look forward to in the days to come.

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Siavoche Siassi

Siavoche Siassi is passionate about the unique role storytelling can play
to connect with young audiences. A career professional in the life sciences
industry, Siavoche only recently took up writing children’s books, inspired
by the birth of his son and the close bond formed with him while reading
together as a family. Drawing intimately from personal experiences, his
stories shine a light on the often challenging moments of life, with the
hopes of empowering parents to navigate these conversations with their
little ones.

 

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In Harm’s Way Blitz

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Book 1 of The Sea Hawkes Chronicles

Historical Fiction/Nautical Fiction

Date Published: April 10, 2025

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

 

The man who fights for his family is far more dangerous than the one who
fights for his king.

Colonial sea captain Jonas Hawke returns home to Norfolk after a year-long
voyage only to have his ship and its valuable cargo seized by the British
Royal Navy. As the royal governor further tightens the noose on trade, Jonas
is thrust into the chaos of a growing rebellion. Desperate to support his
family, he sets out to find work. When he is denied a commission with the
newly formed Continental Navy, he outfits his own vessel as a private
ship-of-war and voyages to the Caribbean in search of enemy merchant ships
he can capture and friends he can trust.

But dangers multiply on the unforgiving sea. The Royal Navy reacts
mercilessly to the threat posed by privateers like Jonas. How will Jonas
fare now that he has boldly defied the King of Britain to preserve his
family? And what will happen to his loved ones while he is away, engulfed in
a war to oppose tyranny in the name of freedom?

 

 

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Thomas M. Wing

Naval Academy and Naval War College graduate Thomas M. Wing retired after
thirty-two years as a Navy Surface Warfare officer. He served more than ten
years at sea and twenty-two years ashore in increasingly important tactical
and operational billets. A dedicated sailor for half a century, he created
the Continental Navy Foundation, served as its executive director, and
commanded its brigantine, Megan D. 

He wrote In Harm’s Way from a desire to explore the topic of
America’s early sea warriors and how they struck fear into the hearts
of British shippers around the globe. Thomas’s award-winning first
novel, Against All Enemies, was released in 2023 by Acorn Publishing. He
resides in San Diego with his wife and daughter and a cat and a dog.
Whatever free time he has is spent on the water.

 

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Sanguine Shadows Blitz

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LGBTQ+ Vampire Romance

Date Published: April 11, 2025

 

 

This is where everything changes.

Darce has done his best to live off the radar as one of the bloodkind,
keeping himself separate from the company of other vampires and the danger
they court. The cowboy might be lonely in his solitude, but he’s safe.

Raven’s come to change that. He’s come to change everything.

A newly made bloodkind, Raven’s out to shake up the old world order that
oppresses their kind. He carries Darce along in his wake like a leaf on the
tide, pushes and goads and tops from the bottom, inciting Darce to lust,
passion and action. He makes a centuries-old cowboy feel alive again,
something well worth taking risks for.

But when Raven challenges the Sanguine, the most dangerous of all vampires,
has he gone too far?

 

EXCERPT

All he’d wanted was a quiet drink.

Darce swirled the drop or three of tequila left in his shot glass and
raised it to the guy who tended bar in this backwoods dive. If he had a
name, or if the bar did, Darce didn’t know it and he liked it that way. Tall
and skinny as a pool cue, his head shaved just as bald, he didn’t talk much
and took Darce’s glass with a grunt. Didn’t ask what Darce wanted. You had
your choice here of PBR, Bud, Jose and JD. Like ’em or find somewhere else
to drink.

Tequila suited Darce fine. Didn’t do anything for him, no, his being a dead
man walking and all — vampire, as some might say — but he’d developed a
taste for agave over the years. He held up one finger. Already had two, and
three was one more than his usual.

The bartender shrugged, not giving too much of a damn. Maybe the folks
around here knew what he was. Maybe they didn’t. Knew enough to keep their
mouths shut, anyway.

One more drink in peace and it’d be time to walk. He had a peaceful stretch
of road home, nothing but the cicadas and bullfrogs and the yellow half-moon
to guide him on his way. Nothing to hinder him.

Until the stranger slid onto the bar stool next to Darce and jostled him
like they were old friends, bumping his shoulder. “I’ve got this
one,” he said. Sounded young. “One for me, too.”

The bartender eyed Darce’s new companion.

“I’ll pay my own way,” Darce said; that, and nothing more.

“Ouch. Not too friendly there, cowboy,” the new arrival said. He
swung around to give Darce a bold once-over.

Out of his peripheral vision, Darce got a good enough look at the new kid.
Pretty. Fresh-faced and young, his jaw cut firm and his grin made for
promising wicked deeds in the dark. He had a dusting of freckles on his nose
and cheeks that nearly tempted Darce into a snort of humor because he’d seen
a lot in his time but a vampire with a scattering of pale sepia freckles was
a new one on even him.

“I’m Raven,” the vamp said, offering his hand along with his
unlikely name. Darce snorted quietly. Raven, Silvershadow, Witchlight, Darce
had heard ’em all and believed none. This one would be newly made, then, not
knowing of the rules by which their kind lived. Which were no rules at all,
for the most part, except to watch your back in case someone was sneaking up
to shove a silver knife in it, and most of all to keep to yourself.

“That a fact,” Darce said, not asking it. He caught the shot
glass as the bartender slid it his way, amber drops spilling over the backs
of his fingers.

Raven waited, then laughed under his breath. “And you’re not going to
tell me your name. That’s okay. I already know who you are.”

Darce stilled. That was more than he cared to have bandied about.
“You’d be wise to keep that to yourself. That and your own name. Names
get you in trouble.”

“Do they really,” Raven murmured. He swallowed his drink like a
man with nary a grimace nor a cough. Not new to that game, at least.

Darce shot him a sideways glare. He shook his hair back and slammed the
tequila neat, no salt or lime around here. Damn hair; it’d been long, near
to chin length when he’d come across, and no matter how he cut it back it’d
grow out by the next new moon.

Freckles there had short hair, crisp-cut dark, some kind of gel keeping it
stuck up in spikes that looked sharp enough to prick a finger on. So young
he was damn near veal, and fresh meat for any who cared to take a bite. No
wonder he’d been turned. Someone had wanted to keep him that young and
pretty for good, was Darce’s bet.

And he’d gotten away. Darce wondered how, for a second, then discarded the
question. Not his business. He backslapped his empty shot glass across the
bar and licked his lips to get the last of the burning-hot taste off
them.

“Now there’s a pretty sight,” Raven said, his gaze hot where it
glanced over Darce’s face.

A vampire sometimes liked to pretend to breathe, to mix in all the better,
and for the most part Darce did it well. He drew air in through his nose and
let it out slow and smooth. “You want to watch that kind of talk around
here,” he said. “Matter of fact, you want to keep your mouth
tighter shut overall if you don’t want trouble.”

Raven laughed loud enough to draw a few wary looks. No one who drank in
that backwater Texas dive wanted to draw attention, except this young’un.
“You honestly think you’re fooling anyone?” He lazily drew his
finger around the rim of his shot glass. “Look around you, old man.
Pretty crowded in here tonight for a place like this. I count fifteen heads,
yours and mine and Baldy’s not included, and it’s not a big bar. Yet there’s
an empty space three men deep all around you. No one wants to get too close.
They all know, even if they don’t say. Maybe they don’t want to admit it’s
true, but somewhere inside them they all know what you are — what I am —
and that’s why they leave you be.”

Darce ground his back teeth together. His fangs, folded up against the top
of his mouth usually, rattlesnake-style, slid down and pricked his tongue as
he clamped his jaw shut.

“Must be lonely.” Raven pushed his luck, shifting closer.
“How long’s it been since you traded more than a handful of words with
anyone else? How long have you been around, old man?”

Something cool and firm brushed the top of Darce’s thigh, tantalizingly
close to his groin. He inhaled sharp and quick, and cursed it as a giveaway
that Raven pounced on as sly and quick as a fox.

“If you want,” Raven said, thumbing half an inch away from
Darce’s stiffening cock — it had been a long, long time, whether he’d admit
it out loud or not, “I’ll leave you be. All you have to do is say ‘go,’
and I’ll be out the door.”

“Like hell you would.”

“I think we’re gonna get along, you and me.” Raven stroked higher
up and closer. “You know me already.”

“I know you’re trouble walking on two legs,” Darce said. He
fought with the urge to rise into the teasing pressure. Damn, it’d been half
of forever since someone, anyone, laid a hand on him not in anger or with an
addict’s mindless craving. “I know I want you on your way as fast as
you think you can run.”

“No, you don’t.” Raven’s palm molded over Darce’s cock, his touch
firm and strong as any vampire’s, and for half a moment Darce burned with
curiosity over what this kid’s story was, anyway. What’d shaped him this
way? He forgot that in the next second when Raven moved fast in the way of
their kind, faster than most, his lips brushing Darce’s ear, and said,
“I could leave, or I could take you around back and suck your
dick.” He pierced Darce’s earlobe with one of his fangs, slim and
needle-sharp. “Your choice.”

About the Author

Will Okati (formerly known as Willa) has lived through a few Interesting
Times, but come out the other side a little grayer, a little wiser, and
ready to get writing. Still as passionate about coffee, cats, and crafts as
ever, but knowing that to your own self you must be true. Also still one of
the quiet ones to watch out for, but life — like storytelling — is always
a work in progress.

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The Music Box Mystery Blitz

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(The Cook and Inspector Mysteries Book 8)

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Date Published: April 8, 2025

 

 

A music box, a murder, and a message from the grave…

When would-be gourmet cook Angie Amalfi takes a seemingly ordinary music
box to be repaired, a series of grisly murders begins, each one inching
closer to her and her fiancé, San Francisco Homicide Inspector Paavo
Smith. As she and Paavo race to uncover the truth, they discover the music
box isn’t just a relic—it’s a key to unraveling secrets
that someone is willing to kill to protect. The discovery leads to dark,
emotional chapters from the past—chapters that everyone believed would
be buried forever.

For readers of the Inspector Rebecca Mayfield mystery series, this story
takes place soon after Rebecca and Angie’s cousin Richie meet (in the
novella, The Thirteenth Santa). Richie has a minor role in this story.

NOTE: The main characters in this story appear in an early mystery series
by the author which is being completely reimagined and updated.

The Cook and Inspector Mysteries


 

 

Death on a Silver Platter, Book 1

A Quiche Before Dying, Book 2

The Marinara Murders, Book 3

Close Encounters of the Deadly Kind, Book 4

Death by Devil’s Food, Book 5

Blind Date’s Bitter End, Book 6

The Taverna Affair, Book 7

The Music Box Mystery, Book 8

 

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Joanne Pence

Joanne Pence is an award-winning, USA Today best-selling author of the
Inspector Rebecca Mayfield mysteries, The Cook and the Inspector mysteries,
the Donnelly Cabin Inn series, and the Ancient Secrets supernatural suspense
novels (writing as J.M. Pence), as well as contemporary romance, historical
fiction, romantic suspense, and a fantasy. Her novels present a variety of
times, places, and reading experiences from mysterious to thrilling,
emotional to lightly humorous, as well as powerful tales of times long past.
Her books have won or been nominated for a number of high honors, including
the Willa Cather Literary Award for Historical Fiction; North American Book
Award for Mystery; Idaho Top Fiction Award; The Golden Quill, RWA’s Rita and
Golden Heart Awards, Daphne du Maurier Award, Independent Bookseller’s
Golden Scroll, and Romantic Times Career Achievement Award and Best Amateur
Sleuth Award.

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Reclaiming Venom Teaser

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(Dixie Reapers MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, 2nd Chance Romance

Date Published: April 11, 2025

 

 

What happens when a life shrouded in memories fades away, leaving only a
faint echo of love?

 

Ridley — Life can change in an instant. For me, it was the day I got that
devastating call — my world crumbled when I found out my husband, Venom,
had been shot. He woke up, but the man I loved was a stranger. Then someone
gave me a great idea. Make him fall for me all over again! Venom might not
remember our past, but deep down, I know our connection is still
there.

Venom — I woke up in a hospital, no idea how I got there or what the hell
happened. The angel by my bed seems familiar and yet not. Then she tells me
she’s my wife. What the hell?

But as I spend time with Ridley, every story she shares awakens something
deep within me. Her laughter, her warmth… the taste of her
lips… every moment I spend with her ignites a spark that feels so
right. I may not remember our years together, but I know one thing for sure:
she’s mine.

Fall in love with the thrill of the ride, the heartache of forgotten
memories, and the fierce determination of a love that refuses to die.

WARNING: Reclaiming Venom is intended for readers 18+ due to adult
situations, bad language, and violence. While Reclaiming Venom can be read
as a standalone, we recommended you read Venom (A Dixie Reapers MC 1) and
Emergency Date (Swift Angels MC 2) first to better appreciate Reclaiming
Venom.

 

 

EXCERPT

Venom

I moved quickly, coming up behind Tinker. I couldn’t believe this
asshole was still alive. Pressing the barrel of my gun to his head, I made
sure I had his fucking attention. “Drop it. Now!”

Tinker froze, a string of curses spilling from his lips. Slowly, he turned
to face me, realization dawning in his eyes.

“You sneaky bastards,” he snarled.

Torch and Bull emerged from the shadows, their own weapons trained on
Tinker. The old man’s face contorted with rage. “This is all
your fault,” he spat at us. “You and your damned
club!”

Torch stepped forward. “Until you decided to stir up shit, we all
thought you were dead. Why now, Tinker? Why didn’t you just stay
gone?”

Tinker’s laugh was bitter. “You want to know why?”

His gaze darted to Justin, the President of the Swift Angels MC. “I
only found out about him a year ago. My own flesh and blood, a cop. I
watched. I waited. Hoped maybe he’d at least be dirty, something I
could work with.”

I got it. Sort of. I hadn’t been too pleased to find out my son,
Dawson, was not only a fireman, but also the VP of another club. I’d
hoped he’d follow in my footsteps. But now, I had to admit I was proud
of the man he’d become.

“Then I realized,” Tinker continued, a cruel smile twisting his
features, “that the Swift Angels had ties to you Dixie Reaper scum.
That’s when I knew it was time to make my move. All these decades,
waiting for a chance to get revenge, and it fell right into my
lap.”

“It’s over, Tinker. You’ve lost. Do you really think
you’ll get out of this alive? We may not have made sure you were dead
last time, but things are different now,” I said.

Tinker’s grin widened. “You sure about that,
Venom?”

Without warning, chaos erupted. Two men materialized from the shadows
behind Justin. Shit! Wire had said Tinker would be alone. Where the hell had
these men come from?

“Justin, down!” Logan yelled, but it was too late.

A deafening crack split the air. Justin’s body jerked, his blue eyes
wide with shock. Blood bloomed across his chest, a crimson stain spreading
rapidly. “Shit,” he muttered, his voice barely audible before
his knees buckled.

Logan appeared shocked at first, then the paramedic sprang into action. He
snatched the med bag he’d brought as a precaution and sprinted toward
Justin’s fallen form.

Two more shots went off, and pain hit me like a fucking freight train. I
stared at Tinker in confusion as I sank to the ground, everything going dark
around the edges of my vision. I could hear everything around me, even
though it felt like I was down a long tunnel, voices echoing.

“Logan! Hurry the fuck up!” Dawson’s frantic voice cut
through the chaos.

I felt something pooling beneath me and realized it was my own fucking
blood. The world got darker and darker, and I knew I was going under. Jesus
fucking Christ! I’d lived this damn long, and a snake like Tinker got
the drop on me?

Ridley… What the hell would she do without me? I didn’t want
to leave her. There was still so much I wanted to see and do with her.
Regret slammed into me, as I tried to recall if I’d told her I loved
her before we left.

“Diego!” Logan barked. “Keep pressure on Justin’s
wound. I need to check on Venom.”

I felt someone drop beside me, but I couldn’t make out any shapes
anymore.

“We need ambulances,” Logan shouted. “Two of them.
Now!”

I felt someone rip open my shirt and try to staunch the flow of blood, but
I knew it was too late. Nothing could save me now.

“Dad.” Dawson’s voice broke as someone knelt beside me.
Was it Dawson? “Dad, can you hear me?”

I heard Logan’s voice on the other side of me. “He’s lost
a lot of blood. We need to get him to the hospital immediately.”

Logan worked on packing my wounds. I wanted to tell him to save someone
else, that I’d finally come to the end of my journey, but I
couldn’t form the words. My body felt cold, and soon even the noises
around me faded to nothing.

Ridley… I’m so fucking sorry for leaving you. I’ll
always love you.

* * *

Ridley

I stared at my son in horror, seeing my husband’s blood all over him.
I wordlessly handed him a change of clothes and watched as he rushed off to
a bathroom. Jesus. He’d told me it was bad, but… there was so
much blood.

I looked over at Torch, and he came closer.

“What happened?” I asked. “There were so many of you. Was
Tinker really that hard to take down?”

Torch sighed and ran a hand over his beard. “He wasn’t alone.
Not Wire’s fault. Somewhere he picked up two helpers. While Venom had
his gun to Tinker’s head, the other two came out of nowhere. They shot
Justin first, and while our focus was on him, the other one shot
Venom.”

I pressed a hand to my chest, my knees feeling weak. “How bad? And
don’t fucking lie to me, Torch.”

“It’s bad, Ridley,” he murmured. “He nearly coded
in the ambulance. By some miracle, the paramedics were able to get him back.
They rushed him to surgery the minute we arrived. If it hadn’t been
for Logan, he’d have died before they even got there.”

Right when my knees gave out, someone caught me. I glanced up to see Viking
behind me. He hugged me tight before picking me up and carrying me over to a
chair. He gently eased me down, and I leaned forward, pressing my head to my
knees.

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered. “All these
years, and this happens now? He was supposed to be safer. He stepped down as
VP, and I thought, for sure, most of the danger was behind us.”

Torch took the spot beside me, and Savior sat on the other. We remained
silent, praying and hoping for good news. It felt like an eternity before
two doctors came out. One talked to the Swift Angels first about Justin, and
the other came to me. He faced me, his expression grim, and my heart
dropped.

“Venom has a long road to travel before he’s back on his feet.
He made it through surgery, but… we lost him. We were about to call
time of death, when his heart started beating again. He’s been moved
to recovery, but it’s been decided it would be best to place him in a
coma to help with the healing process.”

“What…” I licked my lips. “What does that
mean?”

“He’s going to sleep until his body is mostly repaired. Then
we’ll see if we can get him awake again.”

“What do you mean you’ll see?” Panic welled inside me.
“He has to wake up!”

The doctor nodded. “I understand how you feel, but his
situation… it’s not the best. For a man his age, well.
There’s a lot of trauma to his body. There’s no way of telling
when he’ll wake up.”

“Or if, right?” I asked, giving a bitter laugh.
“You’re telling me he’s alive, but I may never get the
chance to talk to him again? To see his eyes open, or hear him laugh? What
the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

I heard my voice rising but couldn’t stop it. Tears streaked my
cheek, and I felt the hysteria welling inside me. Then my son was there.
Dawson wrapped me in his arms, and I sobbed against his chest while he spoke
with the doctor.

Venom. You better come back to me! I can’t live without you.

 

About the Author

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible
women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still
managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
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