Juked: verb.
/jook-t/
A slang soccer term meaning: faked out, deceived, confused your opponent
See examples Daniel Zavaro and Quincy Watson:
As the rising star in Houston, Daniel has found fame as Captain of his Pro soccer team and the city’s most eligible bachelor. Daniel has everything – except someone special – and that suits him just fine. He doesn’t want, or need, complications.
Quincy has baggage, and lots of it. After a tragic accident spins her world on its axis, she finds herself as a single mother, raising a newborn nephew she never knew she had. Between parenthood, her full-time job, and dealing with the suffocating grief of losing her sister, every day is a struggle.
When they begin to cross paths unexpectedly and often, an unlikely friendship starts to evolve. Feelings change. Lines get crossed. What happens next surprises them both...
Before they know it-- they’ve been Juked.
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This can’t be happening I think as I run through the hospital parking lot. Not my baby sister. Not Sarah.
I race through the sliding doors and up to the counter, interrupting someone talking to the nurse at the check-in desk.
“I’m looking for my sister, Sarah. Sarah Watson. Someone called me and said she’d been in an accident. I’m her sister, Quincy.”
I can feel how wide my eyes are and how rapidly I’m breathing, but I can’t calm down. I haven’t spoken to Sarah in seven months. Seven months since we’d gotten in a fight about her dropping out of college.
She’d wanted to take some classes and get a job as an administrative assistant. I told her she was crazy to throw away the college education Dad had wanted her to have and all of the credits she had already earned. She was only twenty then, so I’d tried to strong-arm her. I used guilt. Dad had left that money to her in his will for her to get a college degree, not go to some vocational program. She had plenty of time to get into the work force later. I’d hung up on her as I raced out the door that day. In typical Watson woman fashion, neither one of us bothered to call the other one back.
Now here I am, frantically trying to get to her after a major accident on I-10.
“Excuse me just a minute,” the nurse says to the person I had shoved out of the way. Turning to me with kind eyes and a calming voice, she says, “Take a deep breath, and I’ll help you find her. Who called you?”
“Um, I don’t know his name,” I say, trying hard to think but not able to get my brain to stop spinning. “He was a police officer. He said she was in an accident and was being brought here.”
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Author review: Fabielle absolutely exceeded all my expectations. She was fast, professional, efficient. She even went above and beyond to answer the few questions at had, as this was my first time with translation. I was nervous in the beginning, so I had a trusted reader in Brazil double check the initial translation and she raved about it. I cannot wait to work with Fabielle again. |
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Author review: She is so easy to work with and is very detail oriented. She's done almost all the books in this series and I'm looking forward to working with her again. |
