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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.

The Victorian Locket Virtual Book Tour

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A Galveston Historical Mystery

 

Cozy Mystery

 

Sarah Anne Law, affectionately known to family and friends as Sam, was
playing the stalking game with her cat when she inadvertently discovered a
secret compartment in her haunted Victorian home. Not only did Sam find a
hidden treasure, but she also realized that their playful game aroused a
long-dormant spirit. Perhaps the newly awakened spirit and one of the more
disturbing hauntings in her beautiful home were connected. Did a murder
occur? As Sam followed clues to unravel the 125-year-old mysteries, she
unveiled the true horrors of Galveston’s deadly and gruesome
past.

 

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“… Galveston has had more deaths…under violent circumstances than most American towns put together…no wonder there are so many ghosts hanging around.” 

 

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Elefair King

Elefair King, a native Texan, grew up in Houston. Retired, she now lives in
The Woodlands, Texas. Married for 40 years, she has one son who lives
nearby. Driven by her compassion to serve others, she founded several
non-profit organizations as well as served on committees and boards of many
local and regional charities. Elefair loves history, especially about her
beloved Texas. She frequently stops along its country roads to read
historical markers when seeking new adventures.

 

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Spoons Virtual Book Tour

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Children’s, Self-Help, Grief, Loss, Illustrated

 

 

Spoons is a sweet story about enduring loss and finding hope. At some
point, every family will face the loss of a loved one, and the Spoon family
is no different. Children and adults can find comfort from the lessons in
this book and apply them to their own family stories.

EXCERPT

Remember, the people we love will always be with us, because they are part of us and we are part of them. And they never stop loving us. Can you feel Grandma’s presence now?

I can, Mommy.

 

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J. Corn

Throughout her life, J. Corn has dealt with grief: first losing her mom at
a young age, then her husband leaving her a single mother of two, and most
recently her father. The grieving process has taught her the importance of
talking about your loved one after they’re gone. No one should suffer alone
or in silence. Corn hopes that SPOONS will encourage families to share
stories about their loved ones, even when it’s dificult. She and her
children are active members of their community grief counseling center.
SPOONS is Corn’s debut book.

About the book Spoons is a sweet story about enduring loss and finding
hope. At some point, every family will face the loss of a loved one, and the
Spoon family is no different. Children and adults can find comfort from the
lessons in this book and apply them to their own family stories.

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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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