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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.

Camp Coffee Virtual Book Tour

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Tales of a Wyoming Cowboy

 

Memoir / Nonfiction

Date Published: October 16, 2006

Publisher: The Lowell Press

 

 

Camp Coffee is not just about a person-Grant Beck-and his stories, it’s
about a way of life-the cowboy way of life. Most people will never feel the
warmth of a high mountain campfire or experience the eye-burning smoke
wafting from the branding coals. Few will have any firsthand experience of
what the American cowboy was all about. Lots of books have been penned about
lots of cowboys, both fictitous and real. But few cowboys have touched as
many people in the encouraging way that Grant Beck has through his chosen
profession. This is a must-have volume for all that are drawn to the essence
of the western experience.

EXCERPT

Camp Coffee is not just about a person – Grant Beck – and his stories, it’s about a way of life – the cowboy way of life. Most of our children, but especially their children, will never feel the warmth of a high mountain camp fire or eye-burning smoke off the branding coals. The twentieth century half-heartedly embraced the legacy of the American West. Few born into this century will have any firsthand experience of what the American cowboy was all about. Lots of books have been penned about lots of cowboys, both fictitious and real. But few cowboys have touched as many people in the encouraging way that Grant has through his chosen profession.

While destiny is a debatable notion, I certainly feel there was some higher order leading me to Pinedale, Wyoming, the Two Bar Spear Ranch, and Grant Beck. For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a cowboy.

Heading west from Kansas City to Wyoming in a ’66 Mustang, I was fully prepared to trade-in my fuel burner for a hay burner. 

Throughout the course of scribing these stories, Willie Nelson’s words ring as true for me now as they did the first time I heard his hit song: “I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy, and lovin’ the cowboy way. Pursuing the life of my high ridin’ heroes…”

Grant Beck is one of my high ridin’ heroes in much the same way his older brother, Wells Beck, was for him. While I chose not to make a career of cowboying, I am privileged to know the man and his life, and compelled to share what I learned with anyone interested in saddling up.

So much of who we evolve to be is tied into those we know and what we’ve done. If you’re blessed, you can thank your parents, as I can, for providing a solid foundation. Hopefully, you all are lucky enough to have met a number of people who’ve made a real difference in your life – like Grant has for me and for so many others. The distinction in the West is that the meaningful difference can come from both the two-legged and four-legged variety. And with a cowboy you can rarely separate the two.

 

 

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Bob Sullivan, Jr. of Kansas City dreamed of being a cowboy from his
earliest years. Not until an abrupt disillusionment with college athletics
in 1975 did he drop out of school and move to Wyoming to pursue his dream at
age 19. There he met and worked for Grant Beck at the Two Bar Spear Ranch in
Pinedale, WY which had a life-changing impact on the author’s life. His
experiences in Wyoming and subsequent relationship with Grant Beck over the
next 30 years inspired Sullivan to share the remarkable story of Grant Beck
with others.

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Max’s Christmas Bunny Teaser Tuesday

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Billionaire Daddy Doms — Bunny (#1)

 

Erotica / BDSM

Date Published: November 29, 2024

 

 

I never thought Bunny ears and a Bunny tail butt plug would be the start of
a grand adventure.

It’s Christmas, and money’s tight, so I asked the agency for a
new assignment. Still, I didn’t expect to wind up in a gilded Bunny
cage in the home of an eccentric billionaire. While I’ve never met
Daddy Jacob, he knows me — he owns the Agency that sent me out on this
assignment. Now I’m to serve as a Christmas present for a man in his
household — a Christmas present for Max.

I’m not certain how the rest of the week will go, but so far it feels
like Max may just be the perfect Master for me. I have the feeling this
assignment could be the start of the biggest adventure of my life.

 

 

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Copyright ©2024 Wanda Violet O.

 

Christmas has never been my favorite holiday. Having said that, the job
that had just fallen into my lap — to be a Christmas Bunny for some rich
guy with a pet-play kink — was the best Christmas present ever. The money
was nearly obscene, the anticipation of adventure intense.

This job included the possibility of kinky sex. I had been given the
standard safe word and signed a contract outlining my limits, both hard and
soft. Was it the safest thing I’d ever done? Not in the least. But,
again, the money was good — really, really good. If I was ever going to get
out from under the mountain of medical bills I’d been left with after
the crash that had put me in the hospital for a month and killed my mom, I
had to get drastic.

Now I found myself was sitting on a huge, plush, overstuffed red beanbag in
a very large cage, wearing a headband with bunny ears and a butt plug with a
fluffy bunny tail. The cage had a big red bow wrapped around the middle, and
it sat under a massive Christmas tree covered with sparkling, colored
lights. I had several red and green fleece blankets and soft pillows in the
cage so I was comfortable, but the room was warm to me even though I was
naked.

It was early morning and once I’d readied myself, before I got into
the cage, I’d been told it would be an hour before I’d be
needed. I’d been given an alarm to press if I needed help before the
client came for me, or if I felt threatened. Standard for this type of job
with the agency. It was run by the ultra-wealthy and catered to the
obscenely wealthy. I’d been skeptical when I’d first started,
but the agency had never failed to keep me safe.

None of that meant I wasn’t a bundle of nerves, and getting more
nervous the longer I waited.

Just as I was getting ready to hit the panic button, I heard footsteps
coming. A man wearing black silk pajama pants and nothing else stalked down
the stairs. He had long, shaggy hair, and a heavily muscled, sculpted body,
reminding me of a predator moving through the jungle.

This man was classically handsome, with a strong jaw, straight nose, and
piercing blue eyes. His cheeks were wide and masculine with dark stubble
where he hadn’t yet shaved.

When he turned his head, his gaze landed on me and his movements stopped.
He stared at me for a long time, not moving a muscle except to breathe. When
he finally started moving again, he was focused squarely, intently on me.
“I sincerely hope you’re my Christmas present, little
Bunny.”

I knew better than to speak unless I had permission. It had been drilled
into me from the second I’d been accepted to the program. The clients
the agency served had specific tastes. They tried to match us to clients
with similar tastes, but there was always a learning curve if I were staying
more than a few hours. This job was supposed to last a week and could
seriously bail me out, but I had to follow the rules precisely if I wanted
to get the big payday.

The man knelt in front of my cage to get a better look at me. Those
ice-blue eyes of his seemed to caress me as his gaze roamed over my body.
“Be a good little Bunny. Turn around and present yourself. Stick that
ass up in the air so I can have a look at you.”

I did as I was told without hesitation, presenting myself with my legs
apart, ass in the air, and my chest on the floor. I knew what I looked like
because I’d admired the plush, fluffy rabbit tail butt plug before
getting in the cage.

“Hmm, you are quite the gift, aren’t you?” he said, his
voice a low growl. “Who were you sent for, little Bunny?”

“I’m not sure, Sir. Only that I was to stay in the cage and
await the Master’s pleasure.”

“Ah, Max!” the deep voice called from across the room.

I wanted to turn my head and look behind me but didn’t dare.

“I see you’ve found your present.”

“Daddy Jacob.” Max’s tone was subservient but in a
different way than I’d ever heard before. The man was clearly a
Dominant, but differed to this new man? “She’s
mine?”

“If things work out and she agrees, yes. She’s yours. A gift
from me and Kitten.”

I couldn’t help but shiver at the implication. It was an unusual
sensation between fear and… interest? OK, that was disconcerting. I
didn’t know this man and there was apparently at least one more person
here.

I’m not sure what I expected, but there was a long pause and what Max
said next both hurt and confused me. “Have I done something wrong,
Daddy Jacob?” Where before there was amused interest and a healthy
dose of lust in Max’s voice and his eyes when he’d first looked
at me, now it was devoid of emotion.

“Max…” There was a note of censure between them, as if
Daddy Jacob wasn’t happy with Max.

“But Kitten –”

“Kitten knows you need a pet of your own. She loves you as much as
you love her and Andromeda. So do I.”

This seemed like a private conversation and I felt horribly out of place. I
turned my face to the wall next to where my cage sat and stayed perfectly
still.

There was silence while I heard someone unlocking the cage. The door slid
open with a small squeak. “Come out, little one.”

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I knew without looking at him I
didn’t want to disobey or ignore Daddy Jacob. Keeping my gaze lowered
and my hands clasped in front of me, I scrambled to do as he’d
ordered.

“Kneel and present yourself, sweet Bunny.”

 

About the Author

Welcome to Wanda Violet O.’s world of bedtime fantasy, where you’ll find a
variety of sexy creatures ready to drink their fill. Wanda specializes in
extreme kink. Monsters, BDSM role play… she’s got it all. Come take a look
for yourself!

 

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The County Blitz

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Medical Thriller

Date Published: November 7, 2024

 

 

For Sam Wyatt, his intern year was going to be the hardest year of his
life. Profoundly affected by violence and death – and long before it was
called PTSD or burnout – Sam and his fellow interns, Wilson Harrison, Gina
Bautista, and Harry Martin must find a way to survive in THE COUNTY.

Doubting their choices, working 90 hours a week, lacking sleep, surviving
on a diet of bad food and black coffee, each must learn to work in the
understaffed, underfunded, and deteriorating hospital taking care of
critically ill patients; for a system demanding they be constantly
overworked if they want to become the doctors they promised themselves they
would be.

Within this brutal system, Sam finds a mentor in Fish – his senior resident
and the only one to tell him the actual rules to survive:

• Everyone will try to kill your patient, except you.

• It’s OK to be wrong, but never unsure.

• Rebels are shot at dawn.

Fish should know. He had been through it just a year before. But would any
of them make it out unscathed?

Set in the 1970’s, this raw portrait of the birth of emergency medicine
bears the roots of many of the problems underlying our broken medical system
and our system of training doctors. Ones that have only progressively
worsened since that time. But…

If you can persevere…

If you really follow Fish’s rules…

Maybe you too can survive THE COUNTY.

About the Author

Dr. Zane Horowitz

 In a career that spanned 5 decades in emergency medicine, Dr. Zane Horowitz
was there when the specialty began. He worked predominantly in county
hospitals and trauma centers throughout his 45-year career. He has seen the
best and the worst of healthcare delivery. Since those early days, he has
held many roles in the field of emergency medicine. He directed pre-hospital
ambulance systems, supervised a multi-county rural EMS system and an
air-medical helicopter service, and worked in community and rural critical
access emergency departments. Currently, he is a Professor of Emergency
Medicine at Oregon Health Science University, and he practices medical
toxicology as the Associate Medical Director with the Oregon Poison Center.
With over 100 medical publications Zane Horowitz now has written a novel
about the early days of emergency medicine called THE COUNTY.

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The Unraveling Virtual Book Tour

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Demons and Angels of Ambition (A Play)

 

Tragic Play, Self Exploration

Date Published: 05-05-2024

 

 

The Unraveling is a play about an ambitious little girl with a demonic
presence inside her who goes through an year long journey of enlightenment
in the woods, that helps her vanquish her demons, escape her past and
restore her faith in the Gods, who have given her a short lived but powerful
destiny.

 

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Ghost 1 (among the ghosts): she seems changed, from cruel to silent and this is not a harsh silence but rather a calm one. My ghosts, what is your impression of this change?

Ghost 2: I daresay she has become a slave of the Gods. They need no words nor no love from others when they have the claws, the wrath and the signs of the Gods to guide them. These slaves, suffering within themselves, are unharmed and unpredictable for external forces. They are destructive and yet their destruction is for a greater agenda, for a new creation out of the broken pieces.

Ghost 3: look at her looking at the sky when everyone else sleeps in their houses. She waits for her lover on this street and yet in her mind, has no thought of him at this moment. She looks at the sky, and is alive only for the sky. She has bowed down to it. To the Gods. To everything that she can see is beyond her soul and beyond the existence of the world. She has learnt faith in her lost journey. I wish it does her some good.

Ghost 2: come now, the boy comes. Let us take our leave. Our haunting will affect her none and only torment us through her numb gaze. Let us take our leave. Come now, ghosts, let us go back into the dark and leave the girl stuck in the middle of her fate. *Ghosts leave into the narrow dark lanes of the neighbourhood.*

 

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Shy boy and Little Girl

Shy boy smiles a sweet smile as he slowly walks toward little girl under the dim streetlight of the dark street. It is a full moon tonight and both of them feel like wild animals being tamed by each other’s eyes.

Shy boy: our hearts are connected. I sensed your return and here you are, awaiting my arrival. Do you know that some people are destined and we are those? This connection is made by a God, and not by us and this is why we shall always find our way back to each other. I will not speak more about my love, since it will never be enough, not for me to speak and not for you to listen. It won’t capture the immensity.

Now tell me, you disappeared for a year into the great woods and I knew you would come back, even if you yourself questioned it. I know how much you wished it even. But here you are, here you are, with me. We thought we could trick each other through games of love and we did, but we also ended up tricking ourselves and now we are intermingled, I am you and you are me, and in my heart, we are only one.

We thought distance would tear us apart but it has created, instead, a fire within our souls that can only be extinguished by our touch. Do you think that maybe we have become like the Gods through this love, that we have become supreme and greater and infinitely greater than the universe itself, by being so far away from the world of our reality and so consumed within ourselves? Ah! Silly notions for silly lovers.

 

About the Author

Yashika Vahi

Yashika Vahi is an author, poet, content writer and creator. She loves
travelling and making sudden plans whenever she’s not writing and has
an unhealthy obsession with coffee. She’s vegan and passionate about
talking on subjects like mental health, philosophy and literature.
She’s also obsessed with the idea of romanticising the darkness in
life.

 

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Death by Blood Virtual Book Tour

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Paranormal Romance

Date Published: January 26, 2023

 

 

Shawna Davies, a relentless South Beach narcotics detective, is hell-bent
on taking down a sinister drug lord infiltrating the club scene with a
lethal designer drug, La Petit Mort. Tormented by an insatiable longing for
something more in her existence, she grapples with the maddening absence of
a vital piece of her soul. Unsure of how to escape the void in her life, a
flicker of hope emerges with his arrival.

Eric Black, a formidable vampire enforcer serving the council of elder
vampires who govern the paranormal realm, is assigned to assist Shawna in
her treacherous quest. However, Eric faces his own agonizing demons and
dreads the prospect of a partner in his shadowy world. As fate intertwines
Eric and Shawna’s destinies, he must confront the possibility of entrusting
her with his darkest secrets while attempting to resist an undeniable, fiery
attraction. Unbeknownst to him, Shawna harbors concealed mysteries of her
own.

Bound together under dire circumstances, an intense passion ignites between
them. But as their entwined worlds unravel further, Eric’s cryptic past
threatens to obliterate any chance of love. Can they overcome the dangers
lurking behind hidden truths, or will their buried secrets ultimately
consume them both?

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