New Zealand and my book is out!

Hi all! I'm in New Zealand and having serious withdrawals from internet access. We've been on the road nearly every day trying to see as much of this beautiful country as possible. Would love to have had full access to internet the entire time, alas, I haven't! I just went out to the Ellora's Cave site and there it was! WITCH'S CURSE is out! Yay! I loved this story and hope to spin off others from it. I love the setting in Hell's Kitchen NYC and the Angel of Death is to die for (yes the pun was intended). Hope you all love it. I'm on NZ South Island today and tomorrow we will be in Wellington on the North Island for New Year's Eve. Won't be home until Jan 6th. Have a helluva Happy New Year! I'll post pics later!

Australia & New Zealand & Witch's Curse!

I leave for Australia tomorrow. My husband, daughter and I will be a week in Australia and 2 weeks in New Zealand over the Christmas and New Years timeframe. I'll drop in when I can to fill you in on my wonderful trip! And don't forget Witch's Curse comes out on Dec 29th. It's a great read to bring in the New Year! Check it out!

Controversial Wild Wild Women of the West Cover

Check out the cover for the anthology with authors Delilah Devlin, Myla Jackson (Me) and Layla Chase! They soooo got it wrong. This is fun group of stories about women of the wild OLD WEST. We're talking in the 1800's not the 2000's! Would love to hear your comments.

Happy Halloween!

Thought I'd share some cute pumpkins. Consider yourself flashed and mooned! I know, I know, I have a sick sense of humor. To make up for it, check out my contest page for the November Contest! I've got great prizes for Nov and Dec contests to sign up for my newsletter to be eligible!

Sex, Lies & Vampire Hunters

My release date on Sex, Lies & Vampire Hunters is February 21st! I almost had Valentines Day. Sniff, but oh well. You'll love this one and it's a start of a series entitled NIGHT SHIFT. Next on my plate is the sequel to Shewolf. I haven't decided which brother yet, but he'll be absolutely yummy and it'll be kick-ass and fun! More on Werewolves in Memphis as the plot thickens.

Sold two more to Ellora's Cave

I sold two more books to Ellora's Cave. Witch's Curse is a Wild Winter Quickie that will release of 12/29/2006 - It's based on New Year's Eve so that works out just grand! The cover will look like this one with my name and Witch's Curse in the Title space. He's a hot one, huh?
And <<>>> my first vampire tale for Ellora's Cave Sex Lies & Vampire Hunters will be coming soon to all you blood-thirsty readers! It's the start of a new series called Night Shift.

Shewolf Reviews

I'm getting great reviews for Shewolf.. here's some samples:
This from Angel at Romance Junkies
"There's a lot of story packed into very few pages and Myla Jackson does an incredible job of writing the tale so you don't feel cheated...Love scenes in this book are burning with decadent passion that leave the reader breathless."
"Shewolf is an interesting combination of dynamics and introduces some intriguing new concepts about werewolves. I would recommend reading it." Two-lips reviews
"I loved this book, the sensuality of it, and the anger it inspires. To say I lvoed Lyka would be an understatement, she is one woman who knows her likes and dislikes...Myla Jackson knows how to write an exotic story and I cannot wait to read more from her because she is a fantastic author of werewolf stories." ecataromance

Myla's September Contest!

Sign up for Myla's Newsletter to be entered automatically to win the prize. Drawing to be conducted September 30th. Winner to be announced in the October Newsletter. Come check it out!

Here it is! The cover for my Autumn Animalia
SHEWOLF available at Ellora's Cave on Sept 8th!

In an effort to calm the gang wars between rival werewolf packs in Memphis, Lyka is promised to the opposing pack's leader by her oldest brother. When she's stood up at her engagement party by her "chosen" fiancé, Lyka is granted just one night in Memphis to find her own mate. One night to fall in love and have that love returned. Her destination, the Three Dog Night, an exclusive Beale Street club, where she meets and seduces Rafael, a dark and ultra-sexy werewolf not averse to her advances. Lyka is torn between following her heart and doing what will preserve peace in the city. Will their one night of animal passion be their only night together?

Shewolf

I have a new release coming out soon called SHEWOLF. You guessed it, it's a werewolf story. For those who've read my TROUBLE WITH HARRY and TROUBLE WITH WILL, this is a totally different flavor. Dark and sexy would describe it right. It's part of Ellora's Cave Autumn Animalia quickies. Look for it on Sept 8th! As soon as they get the cover to me, I'll post it here and on my website! I also have a vampire tale in the works, I hope I hear something on it soon!

Stay tuned!

Myla's Works Space

My husband, who hates color, painted my walls guava jam (orange). I love it! It's bright and cheerful and my two puppies, a yorkie and a malti-poo, keep me company during they day as I crank out sexy stories!

EuroReview of JACQ'S WARLORD

Check out what EuroReview says about JACQ'S WARLORD! With 5 flags!

I absolutely loved this story. It is full of adventure and non-stop action that kept me reading long into the night. The depth of emotion between Jacq and Rufus was magnificent and the sexual tension was intense. The love scenes absolutely ignited the pages with their heat yet were, at the same time, extremely sweet and tender. Their understanding and acceptance for each other was beautiful. The characters were also very humorous which made them all the more endearing. This book is a "must read" and definitely earned a place on my "keeper" shelf!”

EuroReview of Trouble with Will!

Check out what they're saying on Euro Review about Trouble with Will! They gave it five flags and a level 2 heat rating!!!!

This is the sequel to Trouble With Harry and while it can be read independently, I recommend reading the books in order because Trouble With Will picks up right where Trouble With Harry left off. Both books in this series are absolutely magnificent! Will and Kate are both hot-tempered individuals that like to be in control so when they argue, it only fuels their red-hot chemistry. This book is very entertaining and poor Will ends up in several unpleasant (but extremely hilarious) situations (I never thought it could be so funny watching a man do figure eights) and Kate gives new meaning to the phrase “go to Hell.” In conjunction with laugh-out-loud humor are explosive love scenes that will leave you begging for more! I excitedly look forward to finding out where Myla Jackson’s creative imagination will take this merry group of adventurers in the next installment of this fantastic quest!

EuroReview of Trouble with Will!

Check out what they're saying on Euro Review about Trouble with Will! They gave it five flags and a level 2 heat rating!!!!

This is the sequel to Trouble With Harry and while it can be read independently, I recommend reading the books in order because Trouble With Will picks up right where Trouble With Harry left off. Both books in this series are absolutely magnificent! Will and Kate are both hot-tempered individuals that like to be in control so when they argue, it only fuels their red-hot chemistry. This book is very entertaining and poor Will ends up in several unpleasant (but extremely hilarious) situations (I never thought it could be so funny watching a man do figure eights) and Kate gives new meaning to the phrase “go to Hell.” In conjunction with laugh-out-loud humor are explosive love scenes that will leave you begging for more! I excitedly look forward to finding out where Myla Jackson’s creative imagination will take this merry group of adventurers in the next installment of this fantastic quest!

Sylvia Day in Treasure Hunters in Dreams of the Oasis II

Another friend of mine, the exciting Sylvia Day, has Treasure Hunters in Dreams of the Oasis II. Check out her excerpt!

If the guy in her office weren’t so damn gorgeous she might be able to think properly. But he was yummy. In fact, he was so unbelievably handsome Samantha was staring, something that was brought to her attention by the long, masculine fingers snapping in front of her face.
“Miss Tremain.” His deep voice, though soft, was filled with exasperation. “Are you listening to me?”
“Beg your pardon?” She blinked rapidly.
He exhaled and took the seat in front of her desk. Crossing one ankle over the opposite knee, he bared to her view an impressive bulge behind the tightened lacings of his pants.
“Animal,” she breathed. The bulge jerked in response.
“Huh?”
Sam coughed into her hand as her face heated. “A-animal skin.”
“Yeah. It is.” Bright blue eyes flashed briefly before narrowing. “I was told that you’re the foremost expert on literary antiquities in this part of the galaxy, Miss Tremain. Is that right or should I be looking for help elsewhere?”
“Mr. Bronson—”
“Rick.”
“Oh…” The way he said his own name, like it was a sensual threat, made her shiver. And the way he was dressed, in animal skin and some billowing material for a shirt, made her mouth dry. “Why aren’t you wearing a bio-suit?”
A dark brow rose. “You want to talk about my clothes?” He shook his head. “You brainy types are always a little weird.”
“Look who’s talking,” she retorted, stung by his comment, one which she’d heard a thousand times. “You are a twenty-third-century mercenary who dresses in nineteenth-century clothing while tracking down a legendary twenty-first-century treasure. Shouldn’t you be doing something else? Killing for hire or something of that nature?”
Blowing a loose tendril of hair from her face, Sam stood and began to pace. As long as she didn’t look at that breathtaking face, she could keep her wits about her. His dark hair, tan skin and eyes like the Laruvian Ocean were bad enough. When you added in the broad shoulders, tapered hips and animal skin-covered bulge, she had a living wet dream sitting right in her office.
Rick Bronson chuckled and the warm sound of amusement made her womb clench. “Whatever a mercenary does, he does for credits. Hunting treasure is a hunt for credits. Pretty easy to figure out.”
“But why this particular treasure?”
“It’s worth a fortune.”
“It’s rumored to be worth a fortune. Just as it’s rumored to exist. You’re most likely wasting your time.” She hazarded a side glance and her heart skipped a beat at his soft smile. “It seems an odd treasure for a man to hunt for. Why not the Draken Cup? Or the Sarian Stone? Why the erotic e-books?”
“That’s a silly question.” The curve of his lips deepened. “You know how much those Romantica stories are worth. Ever since the Conservative Censorship Committee succeeded in banning erotica and erotic romance back in 2015 it’s almost impossible to find. All the print books have long since turned into dust, but the remaining e-books that manage to make it to the black market bring in a small fortune. Can you imagine how much a database full of those stories would be worth?”
Sam sighed with longing. “Now that the ban has been revoked, finding those stories would not only return literary treasures to the people, but it would help lift this sexual repression that has stifled us all for so long.”
“You sound like a woman who appreciates the erotic,” Rick purred. He stood and came toward her, his gait slow and filled with seductive promise. The blaster strapped to one thigh and the laser sword strapped to the other only emphasized how dangerous he was. Against the backdrop of her small office, he was even more intimidating. And tantalizing.

Allergic to Love in the Dreams of the Oasis II - Anna J Evans

Hey a friend of mine, Anna J Evans, has a quickie in the latest Dreams of the Oasis Antho from Elloras Cave. Check out the excerpt:

Ella swallowed, but it was hard. Very hard. Almost impossible.
What had he put in there? And was it really worth possibly risking her life to prove that Marcus Ashton was a completely unprofessional and potentially dangerous man who should be fired immediately, do not pass go, do not collect your 401k?
She was a chemist for god’s sakes, she should just test the cocoa, find out what he’d used, and turn him in. Why did she feel compelled to drink the damn stuff? Because she was a sick cookie? Perhaps. Or maybe because she knew whatever he’d dumped in her hot chocolate probably wouldn’t kill her.
Probably.
“Relax,” she whispered to herself, setting her cup down in the section of her lab station reserved for personal effects. She wasn’t the sort to risk a spill that might contaminate an experiment.
But you’re the type to risk being poisoned? Are you nuts?
“Ella—”
“Shit!” Ella screamed, jumping half a foot as Mandy popped her head into her station.
“You’re cussing now? When did this happen?” Mandy asked.
“I’m just a little nervous today,” Ella said.
“Maybe you should lay off the hot chocolate,” Mandy joked. If she only knew.
“Right!” Ella giggled, somewhat hysterically. Would Mandy think she was totally crazy if she hugged her and begged her to take care of her cat if she mysteriously dropped dead in the next few hours?
Or days. It could be some sort of cumulative toxin.
“All right, you’re definitely coming to happy hour today. I was going to ask you to go, but now I’m telling. You need a drink. I’ll meet you outside at five-thirty,” Mandy said, turning to leave.
“But I—”
“Five-thirty, psycho. No overtime on Thirsty Thursdays,” Mandy ordered and then disappeared.
No overtime on Thursdays. If she hadn’t been logging overtime yesterday, then she wouldn’t be in this mess. Well, she would still be in the mess, but wouldn’t know that she was in the mess, wouldn’t have, with her very own eyes, seen Mr. Scary doctoring her cocoa mix. Given the choice, Ella supposed she would rather know that she was being poisoned, even if it made her a mass of paranoia nearly incapable of getting anything resembling work accomplished.
“Ella? Can we talk?” came another voice from the entry to her station, a male voice this time. A deep, sexy, lust-inducing male voice that belonged to a certifiable psycho nut job who could be trying to kill her.
“Yeah. Sure. What?” Ella snapped, spinning around to face him, hoping that her eyes weren’t as wide and frightened as she thought they were. It was bad enough that her nose started running every time he was in a ten-foot radius, the last thing she needed was to look like a terrified snot-nosed kid.
“I wanted to apologize,” Marcus said, folding his arms across his incredibly broad chest, his bright blue eyes shining intently down at her. As her entire body tingled with response to his nearness, Ella braced herself for the inevitable sneezing and itching and the migraine that never failed to make a torturous appearance seconds after the Sex God’s arrival.
Hurriedly, she reached for a tissue and…
Nothing. Nothing happened. She could still breathe, her head didn’t hurt, there was no running nose, no itchiness, nothing, nada. There was absolutely nothing going on in her allergic body to distract her from the rush of raw desire that swept through her every cell. It was crazy, but she felt herself actually tremble as she took him in, symptom free.
Of course, he was ridiculously gorgeous. His nearly black hair was cut close to his head, his eyes passionate and expressive, and all six foot whatever of him composed of pure testosterone-enhanced muscle. He was her dream man—handsome, smart, and just a little bit dangerous. Too bad he made her allergies act up like nobody’s business.
And he was trying to kill her or drug her or poison her or something. Mustn’t forget that little detail.

Fab Review for Trouble with Will!

Had to share! I'm thrilled with this review:

My first review for TROUBLE WITH WILL
From EroticaRomance Writers
Review for Trouble With WillAuthor: Myla Jackson Date of Review: 06/11/06Reviewed by: bbromancelvr

RatingsOverall: 8 Sensuality: 10 Realism: 8

"The main characters are fascinating, wise-cracking, and memorable. The secondary characters enhance the story rather than detract from it. Will’s friend, Harry (Trouble With Harry) makes an appearance to help on the quest.

The wishes Kate makes don’t always work out the way she plans, so there are many “laugh out loud” moments; like when Will takes a trip to Hell! I couldn’t hold back the laughter!

Really steamy love scenes make this a standard Ellora’s Cave title. Though the vocabulary is not true to a character from 1924, it is easy to overlook this to enjoy a light and fast read. Fun!"

TROUBLE WITH WILL is here!

After a very long wait for the sequel to TROUBLE WITH HARRY, TROUBLE WITH WILL is finally here. Look for Will on Ellora's Cave June 7th! It's exciting, funny and a hoot. Think hunka-hunka burning love!

Join Myla and Delilah for List Mom Day

Check out List mom day at ECataromance on June 4th! Myla Jackson (that's me), Delilah Devlin and Elle James will be on all day for fun, games, prizes and EXCERPTS! Come by and join us! We'd love to see you all there!

Eye Candy

Here's a treat for your eyes....

American Idol

I'm so totally hooked on watching American Idol! And last week was a complete shocker! I was rooting for rocker Chris Daughtery and when he was voted off, I was completely floored! But I hear he was offered a contract with the rock band Fuel so he might just be sitting pretty for his career. You go Chris!!! So who do you think will win this year? I'm hoping for Taylor now.

Check out my friend and fellow Allure Author's latest release from Ellora's Cave! Fabulous cover! Congrats on your release, Lisa!

Contest!

Join my Newsletter by June 15th to enter the

Sinfully Sweet Contest
and win

AND THE WINNER IS....VIN!

It was the wet muscles that did it for me! Paula is our winner. Please contact me so I can get the prizes to you!

Warriors

Another Warrior

Check him out!

Favorite Warrior Pictures

Here are some of the warrior pictures sent to us! Enjoy!

Gotta love Gerard Butler!

Ah...Aragorn!

Love to run your hands over the ROCK?

JACQ'S WARLORD FAVORITE KNIGHT CONTEST!

Your Favorite Warlord!

To celebrate the release of Jacq's Warlord, which will be released by Ellora's Cave on April 26, Delilah Devlin and Myla Jackson are sponsoring a special contest. The prize package will include:
* a free download of Jacq's Warlord
* an autographed 8x10 picture of the cover of Jacq's Warlord
* a prize package with votive candles, Bath & Bodyworks hand lotions, love dice, and a champagne glass note pad

To enter, you must send us a picture of your favorite warlord. Delilah and Myla will post their favorites on their blogs daily until Wednesday!

Entries must be received before 6PM CST on April 26th for consideration!

Excerpt for JACQ'S WARLORD

JACQ's WARLORD releases on April 26th at www.ellorascave.com

Meet the heroine from Jacq's Warlord, which will be released this Wednesday by Ellora's Cave!

Jacq puffed at a lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail and stuck to her sweaty forehead. Then she narrowed her eyes to glare at her opponent. “Prepare to die, Roman!” she bellowed.

“How ‘bout it, Jacq?” George said under his breath as he dodged her blow. His short leather skirt flared just high enough for a glimpse of his dirt-striped white Hanes. “One beer. Let me buy you one at the Hostler’s Inn when we’re through.”

Jacqueline Frazier aka Hargred the Warrior Woman, at least for the rest of the tourney, stomped her feet, grinding her heels into the mud. “Sorry, George,” she said, raising her broadsword over her shoulder like a baseball bat. “You’re not my type. I’m gonna kick your ass, so stop trying to distract me.”

George darted to the left and then lunged, his sword jabbing toward her midsection.

Jacq swung, intercepting his move with a bone-jarring clang of metal. “I could see that coming a mile, George.” She grinned. She’d never tell, but she enjoyed the banter they shared on the field. If only he offered more of a physical challenge. “You gotta do better than that.”

George grinned back, his smile a slash of white in his mud-splattered face. “What, are Centurions too tame for you?” he drawled, his voice pitched low enough for her to hear, but not reach the spectators in the stand. “I think you’re just playing hard to get.”

She quirked one eyebrow and waved him closer. “Then come and get me, George.”

He growled and flexed his massive chest and arm muscles—every bit as imposing as Rowdy Roddy Piper in a Wrestlemania face-off. The impressive display of manly vigor was spoiled when he leaned toward her and whispered, “How ‘bout letting me win just once? I’m tired of eating Georgia clay.” For the benefit of the crowd, he beat his breastplate with his sword.

Jacq snickered. “What would be the fun in that?” She drew a deep breath, puffing out her chest and scowling, and then trumped his performance with an ululating battle cry. She swung her sword in a wide arc, her body turning to follow the blade while her own pleated leather skirt slapped her thighs.

As she closed the distance between them, George’s eyes widened. “Shit!” When she was a sword’s length away, he feinted to the right, surprising Jacq with a sideways slice.
She jerked aside too late. His blunt sword slammed against the metal cones covering her breasts. Unable to pull her feet from the muck, she lost her balance and landed on her backside, splashing mud like Shamu at poolside.

George’s forward momentum carried him past her until he skidded to a halt.

The crowd roared, but Jacq ignored the hecklers’ calls for Hargred’s beheading. She pushed herself off the arena floor and reached to shove back the horned helmet from her forehead.
George whipped around to face her and grinned. “Ah Jacq, is it any wonder I’m half in love with you? You’ve got mud under your nose. It looks like a big brown booger.”

Jacq wiped her nose with the backside of a grimy hand. “And you can’t figure out why I’m not dying to go out with you?”

“That’s all right, sweetheart. There’s always next year. But right now—” He pointed at the arena floor. “I’m gonna take you down.”

Jacq cocked her head from left to right, cracking vertebrae before resuming her stance, sword poised over her shoulder. “You talk big, George, but remember who taught you your moves.”
“Oh, I’d be worried if I was facing your daddy.” George swung his sword like a mace and gave an admirable roar that the crowd joined.

Jacq caught the blow with her blade, grunting with pain. Though the metal of their swords was a lighter cast than the real McCoy, and blunted to prevent serious injury, they’d both have the bruises and aching muscles to show for their day’s work.

George slid in the mud, but righted himself quickly.

Jacq waited for him to face her. “Just remember. You train with him twice a year. He kicks my ass every day.”

When Jacq was sure she had his and the crowd’s full attention, she flipped her sword high into the air in a graceful arc, its metal surface reflecting glints of the early afternoon sun. On its downward arc she twirled away to deftly catch the sword behind her back.

“You fight like a girl. Quit twirling your baton and fight me, dammit,” George said, his bravado unconvincing because it was accompanied by a groan.

The sounds of the other warriors fighting in the mêlée waned. Jacq decided it was time to end George’s dream of an upset victory. She raised her sword in front of her in a double-fisted grip. “Enough talk. Let’s dance.”

Thrusting, dodging and slicing, Jacq and George moved through their crudely choreographed sequences like WWF wrestlers. While their moves were practiced to prevent serious harm, the outcome wasn’t predetermined—whoever put their skills to the best use would win.

George altered the “script” and aimed another wicked slice toward Jacq’s shoulder.

This time she was ready, ducking below the stroke of his sword and coming up as momentum turned him sideways. She swung her own sword, whacking him in the ass with the flat of the blade. When he faltered, she kicked her leg against the back of his knees, sweeping him off his feet to land in an ignominious heap.

While he made mud angels trying to find a handhold in the muck, Jacq raised her sword high above her head, tip pointing down. She lifted her gaze to the spectators in the stadium seats and received a decisive number of thumbs-down votes.

“No wonder you don’t date.” George glared in disgust. “You’d never let the man be on top.”
“Maybe next year, sweetheart. Meantime, give them a good death.” With that said, she plunged her sword down into the space between his arm and ribs.

George played his part to the hilt, flopping like a dying fish until he gasped his last breath and lay still.

The audience whistled and pounded their feet on the wooden bleachers. Jacq raised her sword above her head in victory.

Noting the mêlée had ended, she stepped on George’s belly and walked toward the spectators’ stands to enjoy the applause for another job well done.

“Looks like the Fraziers cleaned up, again,” her dad said, as he joined her to bow to the crowd.
Jacq cast a glance at Thomas Frazier’s brown-spattered chain mail. “Cleaned up isn’t exactly the term I’d have used.” She noted the ruddy color of his cheeks. “No bad moments?”

He shook his head. “I’m healthy as a horse. Quit worrying.” He pushed up the faceguard of his Norman helm and grinned. “The mêlée was a good addition to the program.”

She lifted one eyebrow. “Despite a little cross-century genre-busting?”

“I’ll admit I had my doubts. But what the hell!” His grin stretched wide. “Purism is boring. I think I’ll do this again next year.”

Jacq shoved aside her worry. He did look back to his old self. “Yeah. There’s nothing quite like facing off with a dozen knights and Vikings.”

Her father cocked his head toward George. “Your Centurion seemed to give you a moment or two back there.”

She snorted. “In his dreams.”

“George is a good cub. Give you ten, he goes a whole five minutes with you next year.”
She slapped her palm against his. “You’re on!”

A crack of thunder overhead heralded the renewal of the rain that had reduced the Renaissance Faire’s arena to a morass earlier.

“Looks like that’s all the fun we’ll have today,” her father said, peering at the sky. “I’m heading home to the shower.”

Jacq fell in beside him as he walked toward the gates of the arena. “I won’t be far behind you. I just need to check with the events manager to see whether Maryann’s feeling any better.”

“It’ll be too bad if you have to miss the matches in the morning.”

“Yeah, it sucks. But if she can’t make it, I’ll probably be taking her place as the bard tomorrow. In a dress!” She shuddered. “Why me?”

He didn’t even try to hide his smirk. “Because they don’t want to see me in a dress?”
Jacq stared at his legs and pursed her lips.

“Not a word about the damn tights!”

“’Course not, Sir Tom,” she said with a slight bow. “Besides, I thought you told me they were chausses! Quite the thing a manly knight would wear.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her and drawled, “Still, it’s better than a dress.”

As she stomped toward the exit to the stadium, her father’s laughter followed. “I’ll have a pot of chili on the stove, so don’t bother picking up anything on your way home.”

Then her father left her, as was his custom, without a goodbye.

Dreamin' in Dallas Conference

Met up with Delilah Devlin and friends in Dallas for the Dreamin' in Dallas Conference. It was fun and informative. Delilah and I pitched some co-authored ideas to Hillary Sares from Kensington. We need to work through our agent, our other publisher, and pull those proposals together to get them out there! Aphrodisia has some great covers and exciting stories coming out. We had a lot of fun and brainstormed new ideas!

TEMPTING

If you like kickass women and sexy vampires, look for TEMPTING. This book came out March 10th with www.whispershome.com Look for it in print in the fall of this year with Delilah Devlin's Sanctuary!

Dreams of the Oasis I - Ambassador's Widow

It's out in print and in downloadable format! And I have the very first story in the book! Look for the Ambassador's Widow.

www.ellorascave.com

Jacq's Warlord!

Isn't this the sexiest cover you've seen? Delilah and I are thrilled!
Jacq's Warlord is available
April 26th www.ellorascave.com

TROUBLE WITH HARRY EXCERPT!

Here's an excerpt from TROUBLE WITH HARRY. Enjoy!

TROUBLE WITH HARRY by Myla Jackson available now!
http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=1-4199-0326-8

“Step aside. Move yer bloody arses!” A dirty man with blackened teeth, a scraggly beard and breath that could make a camel wretch, pushed a line of equally repulsive men out of the way. Then he leaned into Edie’s face and breathed a putrid stench against her lips. “As the first mate, I have the right to go first.”
The fog and darkness immediately left Edie’s mind. Just like in her dream, she was stripped of her clothing and tied to the main mast of an ancient pirate ship. Around her a hundred bloodthirsty pirates leered, their tongues hanging out of their mouths as if drooling over that twenty-ounce steak Edie thought she’d have to tie around her neck to attract a man. So, she’d been wrong. She could attract a man, or men, just by standing in front of them naked.
Tugging at the ropes chafing her skin, her arms strained against the bindings. “What do you want with me?” Duh, dumb question.
“We be wantin’ to give ye that experience ye was wishin’ for, missy.” The first mate grabbed both her breasts in his meaty hands, squeezing as if they were office stress balls.
A cheer went up through the mass of males.
“I’ll be next!”
“Then me!”
“You’ll have ta wait yer turn!”
One man punched another in the eye.
Edie winced and jerked to the side in an attempt to dislodge the pirate’s grip. “Keep your hands off me, or I’ll—”
“Or ye’ll what? Call out the British navy to save yer pretty arse?”
The first mate grabbed her thighs and shoved her legs open. Then he cupped her ass in his hands and rammed his trouser-clad cock up against her pussy.
As he struggled to untie his britches, Edie got a foot between them, braced her back against the hard wood of the mast and shoved with all her might.
“What the—” The pirate sailed backward into the throng of men knocking six over before he came to a resounding crash on his backside, his head connecting to the hard, wooden deck with a dull thunk.
Edie, breathing hard, had no time to spare. Other pirates moved in as the first mate stumbled to his feet.
While more hands pawed at her breasts, Edie squeezed her eyes shut and said, “I wish Harry were here to save me.”
At the first familiar rumble of thunder in the distance, Edie opened her eyes. Just then, the ship lurched to the side. Pirates tumbled across the deck, a few falling overboard. If not for the ropes holding her to the mast, Edie would have been thrown to the deck, as well.
When the ship leveled in the water, only rocking with the gentle swell of the ocean, some of the pirates fished their mates out of the water while the others circled around her once again.
This time, the first mate wasn’t leering. He rubbed at the back of his head. “You’ll pay fer the lump on me head, wench.” He struggled to open his britches.
Edie forced herself to laugh out loud, even while her stomach flip-flopped and she fought her gag reflex. Maybe if she humiliated him, he wouldn’t be able to perform. “You aren’t serious are you? Why you’re probably so inconsequential the rest of the men will laugh.”
The first mate scowled down at the strings he fought to open and paused. He looked as if he had some doubts.
Edie almost crowed with her minor victory.
Then the pirate’s jaw hardened and he moved closer. “You’ll suck me cock until it grows as big as me fist, do ye hear?”
A sword swished by Edie’s face to halt with its point lodged near the first mate’s groin. “Touch her again, and I’ll slice off yer bullocks and tie them to the crow’s nest for the gulls to feast on.” The warning was delivered in a low, even, blessedly familiar tone.
Edie’s pulse jumped.
Harry stood beside her bare-chested, his gleaming muscles tanned and rippling in the warm salty air. Long dark hair hung down to his shoulders, capped by a flamboyant black hat turned up on one side with a long white ostrich plume dipping over the top. Black, skintight pants hugged his crotch, emphasizing the swell of his magnificent cock. The spitting image of her imaginary lover, Black Bart, Harry was glorious.
The filthy pirate gulped, his hands dropping to his sides. “I wasn’t gonna do nothin’ to hurt the wee lass. Honest, Capt’n.”
With a deep scowl, Harry flicked the tip of the sword, piercing the man’s skin enough to draw blood. “Next time you touch my woman, I’ll not threaten. Now get out of my sight.”
“Aye, aye, Capt’n.” The first mate and all the rest of the ship’s hands scurried off to the far corners of the vessel.
Which left Harry and Edie alone together at the center of the craft.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” Edie said. “The wish just slipped out.”
Harry turned his brown-black gaze onto her, skimming her from the tip of her flyaway red hair to her red polished toenails. “I’ve a mind to teach ye a lesson.” His voice washed over her in the singsong pattern of a pirate. The tip of his sword pointed between her breasts and drew a faint line down her belly, over her naval to the edge of the rust-colored curls covering her womanhood.
A thrill of anticipation ran the length of her spine, settling in her lower belly. The cold steel didn’t cut her skin, but the promise it implied lay open her desire. She wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in her entire life, more even, than her father’s approval.

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