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Shall We Dance by Myla Jackson (Contest) ?>

Shall We Dance by Myla Jackson (Contest)

Win a $5 gift card! All you have to do is comment on this blog—on any posting—from now through Wednesday night! We’ll choose a winner at random from among all the comments. Good luck! A few years back (try decades) I went with some girlfriends on a girl’s night out at a country-western bar after a tough week at the office. We tried to drink each other under the table while dancing the effects of the beer off. Then the ugliest…

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Researching Heroes (Prize Alert!) ?>

Researching Heroes (Prize Alert!)

I enjoy writing about heroes, but sometimes it can be difficult writing about the world in which they evolve as heroes. Many times our hero’s occupation is can be difficult to write if we don’t do our research. In the past year, I’ve written a smoke jumper. That’s an entirely foreign world to me. Sure they jump out of airplanes to fight fires. But what do they take with them, who’s the boss, how do they work the fire? The…

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A Little Girl-on-Girl Action? by Myla Jackson ?>

A Little Girl-on-Girl Action? by Myla Jackson

I have to admit, I didn’t know if I could write girl-on-girl love scenes. What did I know? Secretly I have to admit the idea is titillating and caused me to squirm in my little ol’ office chair, but me? Write a dynamic, female duo love scene? I took the challenge, warming up with an “instructional” scene in my book Duty Bound, an historical western I wrote for Samhain Publishing. I had so much fun with it, I decided I…

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Lilith Gets a Bad Rap

Contest winner is: Jen B – Contact Myla Jackson for your free download of Duty Bound “It all began with Lilith when she refused to be subservient to Adam in the Garden of Eden. She’d been cursed with the gift of immortality until she chose to pass the gift on to another woman equally resistant to man’s dominance. Ultimately I’d been chosen as the vessel to contain the memories of those who’d come before me. A burden no twenty-year-old could…

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