Saturday, April 28, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Threesome Anyone?

Today's Snippet Saturday is Author's Choice and I chose to excerpt a threesome love scene. As usual, I had several to choose from. Finally I decided to use one from RIVER BOUND...
by Myla Jackson

For a hot and sexy historical western and menage, check it out!

What do a madame and a bounty hunter have in common? They want the same man. Bound and Tied, Book 3
When Rosalyn Smythe, aka Madame Rosie, steps aboard the Marie-Dearie, she hopes it’s the end of a year-long search for her runaway fiancé, Dalton Black. Her cabin holds a surprise: James McKendrick. Notorious bounty hunter, old lover…a man only too happy to help her clear the air—and her heart—of her murdering, thieving bastard fiancé once and for all.
In disguise as a riverboat gambler, Dalton is determined to find who framed him for killing two U.S. Army soldiers and who stole the gold they were carrying. He wants his life back—and his woman, who just happens to be on board and on the arm of his former best friend.
Convincing James he’s innocent is easier than winning back Rosalyn’s heart. Especially since Rosalyn seems to be enjoying their competition for her affections a little too much. There’s only one place to work out his dilemma. In bed.
As the sheets become unbearably hot, threads of evidence leading to the real killer are unraveling, leading toward one fateful card game—and one man who’s hell-bent on making sure Dalton has nothing left to lose.
Warning: This title contains hot ménage a trois scenes, bondage, and two men loving, sharing and fighting for the love of one woman with very specific bedroom desires and a a bordello full of experience to tempt any man beyond redemption.


She flipped the buttons open and pulled James’s cock out. “A woman can change her mind as quickly as she changes clothing.” Her brows rose. “You’re so hard and ready. I’m certain Dalton will be flaccid for a while. Care to service me?”

Dalton frowned. “I’m not in the sharing mood.”

“Oh, pooh.” Rosalyn waved his words aside. “We’ve done this before.”

“Over a year ago,” he groused.

“And you don’t remember how good it was?”

“I’m too spent to enjoy it now.”

“Then leave while James and I enjoy a little romp.”

James had his trousers and boots off before Dalton could voice a protest.

The bounty hunter turned Rosalyn to face Dalton and slid in behind her, his cock nudging its way between her legs.

“Damned rutting bull,” Dalton grumbled, refusing to leave the bed or give any more space to the other man. He reached for Rosalyn’s clit, running his fingers through the fine, curly hairs to find that special spot
that made her crazy with desire. Her hand closed over his, the delicate fingers guiding him to the nubbin of sensitive flesh.

Dalton smiled, glad to have her facing him as he stroked her clit. “You will be my woman in the end.”

“Don’t be so certain.” James’s hand smoothed over Rosalyn’s hip and back to the crease between her butt cheeks. “I can give her stability.”

“You’re a bounty hunter,” Dalton retorted. “You’ll be gone ten months out of the year.”

“You’re a gambler. Gamblers aren’t known for their ability to put down roots.”

Dalton didn’t mention the ranch in Texas. “Do you even know what the lady wants or needs?”

“Did either of you bother to ask me?” Rosalyn shook her head. “Both of you be quiet and make love to me.”

“I’m the better man for her.” Dalton flicked her clit to emphasize his words.

“Shh.” Rosalyn pressed a finger to his lips. “Shut up and show me.”

“I’ll show you.” James unfastened the remaining buttons of her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, tossing it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her boots.

“Thank you.” Dalton dragged her against him and eased his hard cock into her cunt. “I’m staking my claim.”

Rosalyn’s brow furrowed, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest.

The smooth orbs reminded Dalton of the other feminine delights he’d missed in their earlier lovemaking. He plumped her breasts, his mouth watering, anxious to taste of their delights.

“Let me remind you, I’m not a claim to be staked. I’m a woman to be courted and wooed.”

Dalton snorted. “You like it when I’m rough.”

She smiled at him, her lashes lowering over her beautiful blue eyes. “A year is a long time in which a woman can change her mind and desires.”

A warm, rough hand caressed her arm, and James leaned against her back. “You’re an amazing woman, Roz.” His hand slipped between her and Dalton, cupping a breast. “Your skin is as soft as a newborn kitten, and you smell like flowers.”

Dalton chuckled. “Is that the best you can do?” He slid out of Rosalyn until just the tip of his dick remained poised at her entrance.

She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her body strained downward to take him back inside.

“Want it?” He dipped in and back out. “Tell me,” he demanded.

Her pretty lips thinned, her jaw clenched. “I want…” her breath caught, “…to hear more of what James has to say,” she finished in a rush.

That wasn’t what Dalton had in mind. He wanted her to beg him like she’d done earlier.

Instead, James scooted even closer, his cock nudging her from behind.

She arched her back, presenting her ass toward him.

James grinned over her head at Dalton and, with his own dick, shoved Dalton aside, sliding his cock into Rosalyn.

A growl rose in Dalton’s chest, his eyes narrowing at his former friend.

Rosalyn laid a hand on his chest, her gaze direct and sure. “Be nice to James or leave my bed.”

Dalton glared at James. “You’ve not won her yet.” His fingers danced over Rosalyn, laying siege to her breasts. He scooted down, taking one into his mouth, sucking hard, pulling until the woman drew in a sharp breath.

James moved from behind her, his cock riding in and out, his hands holding her hips. “Like that, Roz?” He nuzzled her neck, tapping the back of her ear with his tongue.

“Umm.” She reached up to cup his chin.

Not to be outdone, Dalton switched his attention to the other breast, his tongue flicking, teasing the tip to a hard little bud. His hand slipped down over her belly and into the curls guarding her womanhood. His fingers parted her folds and stroked her clit. He pressed lower for some of the moisture she and James were creating, his fingers connecting with James’s cock.

“Hey.” James stilled, his dick halfway out of Rosalyn’s cunt.

Dalton smiled. “Concerned about a man touching you?”

James frowned across Rosalyn. “No, of course not. You just caught me off guard.”

“Let him touch you, James.” Rosalyn lifted her leg and guided Dalton’s hand to circle James’s cock where it remained half sheathed inside her. Her eyes closed and she purred.

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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Love Scene

When you write Erotic romance there's always a love scene...or two...or three... Taps finger to her chin... Which one to choose from is always difficult. Ah yes, here's one from FIVE-SECOND SEDUCTION the fifth in the DIRTY TRICKS series visiting the UGLY STICK SALOON. You want hot? Get out your ice drinks and fans!

by Myla Jackson


Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's fifth foray into sexual fantasies with the cowboys of Temptation, Texas.
Horny is putting it mildly...
Charli sets her sights on seducing the gorgeous war veteran and local cowboy, Connor Mason, to see what sexual delights he's been holding out on.
Will he measure up?
Waiting by the phone has never been something Charli does well. If she can't figure out who her mystery cowboy is, the least she can do is discover whether or not Connor Mason could be the cowboy for her. If he has what it takes, she might just be willing to tell Original Sin to take a hike the next time he calls.
Warning: Sexy, sweet cowboy, cornered by one hot and horny woman, seeking sexual satisfaction...


Connor spun her into his arms, lifted up her legs, wrapping them around his waist and pressed her up against the wall. "All through dinner, were you wearing any underwear?" he asked, his blue-eyed gaze boring into hers.

She shook her head, her glance dropping to his lips only inches from hers. Her tongue darted out dampening suddenly dry lips, her pussy resting on the ridge pressing against his denim fly, the coarse fabric setting off electrical shocks that couldn't be ignored. "Does that bother you?"

He groaned, his mouth crushing hers in a soul-stealing kiss, his fingers digging into her naked ass. "It bothers me a lot," he said, into her mouth as his tongue lashed out, twisting around hers.

When Connor came up for air, Charli rested her arms on his shoulders, ready to launch the final step in Jackson's hunting scenario—the kill. "So what are you doing about the situation?"

"This." He lifted her, carried her into her bedroom and laid her out on her bed, spreading her legs wide. "We'll start here." Dropping to his knees, he draped her knees over his shoulders and pulled her bottom to the edge, his tongue diving into her pussy, swirling around and around in her juices. His fingers parted her folds, laying open the little nubbin of swollen nerve-endings, pulsing with every heartbeat. Licking his way up to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, tugging at the skin, nipping gently before flicking it again and again.

Charli's fingers dug into the comforter, her back arching off the mattress, as the tingling sensations spread from the tips of her fingers and toes, working their way inward to implode in a cataclysmic burst of sensations. Within seconds, she rocketed to the moon in the most earth-shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced."Oh, dear God, I'm dying," she cried as her body stiffened and she rode the intense wave, cresting and sliding into shore on a sigh. After what felt like hours, but had only been moments, she sank back to earth, her body quivering, her insides a mass of fractured nerves.

A chuckle warmed her skin. Connor slid her up on the bed and lay down between her legs, still fully clothed.

Stretching, she reached for the buttons on his jeans, flipping open the top one with a desperation she'd only begun to realize. "I want you inside me."

He smoothed a hand across her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. "Soon."

"Now." The tigress in her refused to be put off another moment. Too much time had been wasted waiting. She pushed him to his back and tore through the buttons on his shirt, none too gently, popping one free of the thread. The round disk pinged against the headboard and bounced off the nightstand.

Charli didn't care. She could sew it back on later. Once she had his shirt open, she laid her cheek against his chest, his warmth stirring her desire back to life, keeping it from fading into delicious afterglow. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged the remaining buttons free, wanting to see what he had to offer, knowing she wouldn't be disappointed, based on the size of the ridge.

His dick sprang free, popping to attention, hard, thick and long.

Charli's pussy pulsed, aching for him to fill her, to thrust deep inside.

But first, she wanted to give him what he'd given her.

She tugged the jeans down his legs, admiring trim hips and well-muscled thighs, covered in curly, manly hairs. Her hands skimmed across him, reveling in the hard planes and defined ridges of muscles and sinew.

Leaning up on his elbows, he shrugged the shirt down his arms, tossed it to the corner and reached for his jeans before she could throw them to the floor. "Wait." He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and slipped a foil packet from inside.

Charli laughed. "I'd completely forgotten." She plucked the packet from his fingers and laid it on the pillow beside his head. "Later." She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile and went down on him, sliding her pussy over one of his thighs, leaving a slippery trail of come. Then she wrapped her hands around his length, enjoying the steely velvet of warm skin and desire. With a sigh, she dragged her cheek across his head, touching her tongue to his tip, tapping into the hole, already primed with lust.

Her mouth closed around the bulbous head, sliding down over him, taking his length as far as she could, until he bumped against the back of her throat. As she slid back to the top, she glanced up at his face, gauging his reaction.

A self-satisfied warmth spread through Charli's chest as Connor's fingers clutched at the comforter, the tightness of his jaw and the fire gleaming in his eyes, spurred her on. She settled into a rhythm, sinking down over him and back up, slowly at first, teasing, testing his reaction.

He reached for her hips, spinning her around, sliding one of her knees over his head to position her pussy over his mouth.

Then the fun began anew.

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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Villain

Love a good villain? Me too! Check out this female villain from TROUBLE WITH HARRY.
Meet Danorah Hakala-Sexy Bitch.

Myla Jackson

In 1924 Harry, an adventurous archeologist, uncovers his greatest discovery—the tomb of the daughter of Shah Azhi “the devil king”, containing the magical stone of Azhi. Legend tells of the stone’s power to grant wishes. When Harry lays his hands on the prize, he’s sucked into a bottle and stays there for over eighty years.

 In the twenty-first century, lonely museum worker Edie Ragsdale has been tasked with cataloging the contents of a sarcophagus. Among the mummified remains of a long-dead princess, Edie finds a bottle. When she brushes away the dust of thousands of years, a naked Harry appears. Because she was the one to wake Harry from his long sleep, Edie is able to wish for anything her heart desires and Harry has to grant it. But when her wishes land her on the set of a porn film and the deck of a pirate ship with a hundred sex-starved pirates ready to teach her a few lessons on sex, Edie has to rely on handsome Harry to bail her out.
Come along for a sexy, rollicking romp and learn why you should be careful what you wish for!


Harry spared a glance at Mitch who straddled the other guy, pummeling his face like there was no tomorrow. At least he didn’t have to worry about Edie’s friend while he struggled for his own life.

“Let go—” Harry slammed the hand against the pavement, “of the damned—” On the fifth slam, the pistol sailed out of the man’s hand. “—gun!”

In the midst of Harry’s sigh of relief, he felt cool metal press against his forehead.

“Move and you die.” A steely feminine voice warned him.
Harry froze, his hands still gripping the now empty hand of the guy beneath him.

Slim fingers slipped inside his pocket and snatched the stone. When she had it in her hand, Danorah quickly backed away from Harry holding the 9mm revolver trained at his head. “Now that I’ve got what I came for, I don’t need any of you anymore.”

She lowered the weapon to point at Harry’s heart.

The low rumble of thunder echoed off the buildings of the alley.

Oh, no! Harry lunged forward grasping for the gun he’d shaken loose from the other man’s hand.
Just as Danorah pulled the trigger, the ground shook and she teetered on her shiny, black stiletto heels.


The shot missed Harry, but hit Danorah’s hired thug. He grunted and clutched the hole in his chest as blood oozed out staining the white shirt beneath his black jacket.

Harry missed the gun and rolled to his back to face his attacker while reaching his hand out for the weapon.
When the earth steadied, the blonde aimed for Harry’s chest.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.” Edie stood behind Danorah, holding something up against the woman’s temple.

Harry couldn’t see what Edie held in her hand, but it didn’t look like a gun. “Edie, be careful, she’s got a gun!”

“Drop it, bitch or I’ll shoot.” Edie’s voice held quiet determination.

The hammer clicked.

Edie jerked her hand in front of the blonde’s face and a shooshing, spraying sound erupted.

Danorah dropped her weapon but not the stone. With her empty hand, she clawed her eyes screaming at the top of her lungs. “What have you done to me? I can’t see! I can’t see!”

Edie kicked the weapon into the shadows and then turned toward the disoriented woman. “Then you won’t be needing this.” She grabbed for the black stone.

But Danorah wouldn’t release it. Tears streaming from eyes squeezed tightly shut she held on with all her might, shoving against Edie, beating her back with the stone in her hand.

“Edie, look out!” Mitch yelled.

Danorah raised the stone and smacked the side of Edie’s cheek.

Staggering backward, Edie fell to the ground, her head bouncing off the pavement. She lay as still as death.
Anger swelled in Harry’s chest. Was she all right? He couldn’t see her well enough to know whether or not she was breathing.

His anger boiled up into rage. Danorah’s greed could have caused Edie’s death for all Harry knew. Now, he was okay with being shot at, beat up and tormented, but when it came to Edie—enough was enough. Danorah would pay.

Harry threw himself at the blonde, knocking her to the ground. The stone flew out of her hand and through the air.

Mitch made a flying leap to catch it before it hit the ground.

“No, Mitch!” Harry yelled.

Too late.

Mitch made a clean catch and stood with the stone in his hands, a grin on his face. “Don’t worry, Harry. I caught it. The stone’s okay.”

The ground rumbled.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012


Look at what's coming out by my good friend Cathryn Fox!

by Cathryn Fox


Public relations specialist Allison Cooper is more than ready to handle a career make-or-break assignment: to develop and market a charity calendar featuring hot men. Her only problem is Mr. July, a sexy cop who happens to be her ex-lover.
Trying to keep his image squeaky clean a must for her promotion raises all sorts of challenges, especially when this bad boy is throwing a little kink into her plan.
Image is the last thing on Carter James's mind. He agreed to be Mr. July on one condition that during his promo month, Allison never leaves his side. He wants her back, and to make that happen he needs her undivided attention to teach him good from bad. Unless bad is what the lady wants


After excusing herself, she made her way into the back room, stopping at a few tables along the way to chat with her old friends. Happiness welled up inside her as she took a quick moment to catch up with the boys. She really did miss this place, and these men.
In the back she found Madison racking the balls, and Blaine had disappeared into the crowd. She couldn’t help but think that was a good thing. Unlike Carter who’d joined the force right out of high school, Blaine had joined later in life, and Carter always seemed agitated around the new rookie. Allison always assumed it had something to do with her, and the fact that she and Blaine went way back.
As she spoke quietly to Madison, detailing the events for next week’s launch at the beach, she could feel Carter’s eyes on her. It rattled her more than she liked to admit.
“Hey, sweet thing.”
Allison twisted around, and before she could greet Blaine, he swept her into his arms and spun her. What was it with cops and bear hugs anyway?
She laughed and felt a little dizzy when he set her back down. She was just about to say hello when Carter came up beside her. He put his arm around her waist, as if to lay claim, then pulled her in tight.
His voice held a challenge when he asked, “Is there something we can do for you, Blaine?”
Standing eye to eye, Blaine glared back at Carter and tension crackled in the air.
Allison jabbed Carter with her elbow, her anger spiking. “Stop it, Carter,” she said between clenched teeth, hating that he’d turned this into some sort of pissing contest.
Picking up on the tension, Madison slipped her arm into Blaine’s. “Come on, big boy. I’ll let you buy me a drink.” Allison gave Madison a grateful smile as she led Blaine away.
“She’s too good for you, pal. When are you going to stop being such a selfish bastard and realize that,” Blaine shot out as the crowd swallowed them up.
Carter made a move to follow but she stopped him. “Carter,” she warned. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”
She fixed him with a hard look of her own and fisted her hands. God, the man infuriated her sometimes. “You should stop sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.”
“And I don’t like the way he touches you,” he added.
“Who I touch and who touches me is none of your business.”
“Ally,” he reached for her, and when she held her hand up and pressed it to his chest to keep him at a distance, Carter winced and stepped back.
In the span of a second, she went from angry to concerned. But wasn’t that the way it always was when she was around Carter. He took her on an emotional roller-coaster ride and left her reeling. Then again, after feeling numb for the last four months, she couldn’t deny that it exhilarated her to feel something, anything.
She eyed him carefully. “What is it?”
He pulled his T-shirt away from his skin. “Burn.”
Allison shook her head and thought about the oil she’d coated him in earlier that afternoon. No wonder he was burnt. Deep-tanning oil provided very little protection from the blazing summer sun. “I’ll have to talk to Drake.” She lifted his T-shirt to take a look then crinkled her nose. “You need aloe. I have some at my place.”
When she caught his glance and the sexy, playful smile curving his mouth, she asked, “What?”
“Was that an invitation?”
She purposely whacked him and turned away, needing to distance herself from him as much as possible. Carter’s howl of pain sounded in her ears as she moved out of his reach.
“You deserved it.” She tossed the words over her shoulder and grabbed her beer from the bar before making her way to the outdoor deck overlooking the ocean. The old wooden steps groaned beneath her, and she shook her head and wondered if on some deeper level, it really was an invitation. Lord knows Freud would have a field day with her.
Working to forget how infuriating Carter could be at times, she leaned against the wooden rail and inhaled the salty sea air as she stared at the ocean. The wind rustled the planter beside her and the scent of flowers filled the night. As gulls squawked overhead, the sound mingled with the roar of the surf and she stopped to think about the last time she’d been on the beach. Honestly, she couldn’t even remember when she’d last gone for a swim or a run in the surf.
Carter was right, she’d been so busy burying herself in her work and trying to climb her way to the top that she hadn’t made time for personal pleasure. Just thinking about it now had her wanting to go squish the warm sand between her toes, to feel the cool Atlantic water rise up to meet her feet.
“I suppose I did.” The sound of Carter’s voice came from behind her.
“What?” Allison spun to see him leaning against the rail a few feet away. She should have known he’d follow her. Then again, maybe on some level she’d hoped he would.
With testosterone oozing from his every pore, Carter stood with his feet crossed at the ankles and his thumb hooked in his belt buckle, pulling his jeans low on his hips. In his other hand he held his beer, and she wondered how it would taste on his mouth.
“I suppose I did deserve it.” There was something about that sheepish expression he wore that made him look  sexy as hell. “Forgive me?”
“No.” She turned away from him and briefly closed her eyes, completely distressed by his presence and what it did to her traitorous body.
“Hey,” he said, crossing the deck to take up position beside her. “Come on. If I promise to play nice and bring Blaine a dozen donuts tomorrow, will you forgive me?”
“Since when do you ever play nice?”
He got close, too close, until their bodies were touching in that old familiar way that had her craving him with an intensity that made it hard to stay mad at him. When she turned toward him, he slipped his finger under her chin and tilted her face until they were eye to eye. His tone was soft, full of desire when he murmured, “I can play nice, Ally.”

Saturday, April 07, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Emotional Scene

 I love an emotional ending... How about you? 
Altered States: Naked Prey
by Myla Jackson


After his release from captivity in a secret gene-alteration hospital, Former Special Forces soldier, Ramone Osceola, retreats to his home in the Big Cypress Swamp of Florida. It's the only place he can get away from a society to which he no longer belongs. A society that wouldn't understand him in the form of a black panther.

Dr. Hannah Smith escapes Hell Hospital to find the only man who can help save her daughter, one of the very men whose genes she altered. Will he help her despite what she did to him? Or will he seek revenge and kill her for changing his life forever? Together, they search for Hannah's daughter and answers, and find them in a love that crosses the boundaries of man and beast.


“Is the problem that you can’t accept me for what I am?” Emily leaned over the back of the seat, her hand resting on Hannah’s shoulder. “Is that it? Will you hate what I’ve become?”

“No, baby.” She grasped her daughter’s hand. “I could never hate you. I love you more than life.”

“She shanghaied me into helping in this rescue, at great risk to herself.” Ramon smiled at Emily. “I’d say that’s proof enough.”

“Then don’t be sad,” Emily said, smoothing the hair back from Hannah’s forehead. “I can’t stand to see you like this.”

“I’m just sorry it had to happen to you. I wanted so much for you. A life, a family, love someday.”
Emily squeezed her hand. “Who’s to say I can’t have all that still?”

Ramon’s gaze met Hannah’s. “She’s right. Who’s to say she can’t have all that?”

What was he trying to say? Was she trying to read more into Ramon’s words than what she heard on the surface? Did he want her in his life? Had he learned to trust her? Hannah’s head spun with hope and the possibilities. Then she fell back to the earth. Get a grip, girl. He’s just trying to help you fix things with your daughter. “You’re right, honey,”

Hannah said, though her gaze never left Ramon. “With the right man, you can have all that.”

“I know, Mom. You were the one I was trying to convince. Frankly, I think it’s kinda cool to be part human and part animal. I’ve always wanted a fur coat but never wanted to kill an animal to get it.”

Laughter bubbled up inside Hannah and she shot a twisted smile at her daughter. “I can count on you to look at the bright side.”

“Yeah, I learned it from my mother.” Emily glanced ahead. “Now, what are we going to do to shut down Genetic Research Institute?”

“You two aren’t doing anything,” Ramon said, his mouth firming into a line. “I’m dropping you off in Austin and going on without you.”

The hope she’d felt a few moments early crashed around Hannah’s ears. He’d had no intention of continuing on with her.

“Like hell you are!” Emily leaned over the back of the seat. “We’re going.”

Emily’s declaration shocked Hannah out of her quickly growing depression. She’d just gotten her daughter back, she didn’t want to lose her all over again. “Maybe Ramon’s right. We aren’t trained to launch an attack on Hell Hospital.”

“I don’t care,” Emily said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I want to be a part of taking them down. I want to be there when Hell Hospital burns to the ground.”

The more Hannah thought about it, the more she agreed with Emily. Her daughter was old enough and had endured enough to make her own decisions. When she opened her mouth to protest Ramon’s edict, she halted when he raised his hand.

“It’s not up for discussion.” True to his word, Ramon refused to discuss his decision all the way to Austin where he left them standing in the parking lot of a transport rental company.

After all they had been through together, and the incredible sex they’d had, Hannah couldn’t believe he’d just drop them off and leave. For all she knew, she’d never see him again and that made her saddest of all. A knot formed in her throat, choking off any final goodbyes as she stared after his vehicle speeding out of sight. Even though she had her daughter back, her life still felt empty without Ramon.

“So, what’s it to be?” Emily asked. “Are we going after him?”

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Megan Hart:Read in bed! 
Rhian Cahill 
Eliza Gayle
Lissa Matthews
Mandy M Roth
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Leah Braemel
Shiloh Walker
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