J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
Fear stops most people from writing, not lack of talent, whatever that is.
Who am I?
What right have I to speak?
Who will listen to me if I do?
You're a unique human being, with a unique story to tell, and you have every right.
If you speak with passion, many of us will listen.
We need stories to live, all of us.
We live by story. Yours enlarges the circle."
-Richard Rhodes, Author of How to Write
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
Considering your audience should be priority one!
Next the “meet cute” must be a magical moment & memorable moment. The meet cute is when your hero and heroine meet for the first time.
Next it’s important that you add strong dialogue and keep it real!
Watch for the cadence of dialogue does It flow? It should.
Set the tone of your characters, the story, the pacing and make sure everything flows.
Next check the emotional factor - Is your story compelling?
Now write.
Keep writing
Run with it and make your story a compelling winner!
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
What should you do?"
Place your characters in situation where they must act, react and move forward.
"Plot grows out of character. If you focus on who the people in your story are, if you sit and write about two people who you know and are getting to know better day by day, something is bound to happen." -Anne Lamont, author of Bird by Bird"
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
"Queen Maat is the gatekeeper to the heart. It is said that before men can pass on to eternal peace, his heart must be balanced on the scale of Queen Maat.On one side of her scale Queen Maat places your heart, on the other she places a feather. The feather are your issues in life.
The feather of Queen Maat contains, truth, honor, justice, harmony and love....If you heart tips the scale you are banished form a peaceful rest and your spirit must work to cleanse itself."
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J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
”First Class fiction is characterized by memorable characters unique premises, story worlds instantly real, plots that grip even when slow, gorgeous writing, and themes that surprise, challenge and change us.
Not only do we read every word, First Class writing makes us whistle in admiration. Characters are not only likeable and self-aware, but also follow a singular destiny. First class novels shake our way of thinking, challenging us to see the world in new ways.
They confidently break rules, may transport us to unlikely cultures and times, teach us things we knew little about, and always feel utterly unique. Each novel creates its own genre. First Class fiction is imitated but never matched. Its authors are revered and for good reasons.”
http://jakonrath.blogspot.com/2014/02/fisking-donald-maas.html
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
Chapter 17
Whips, lips, hips and other things…..
Later that same night, the moon was a luminant silver glow as Eve made her way to Xavier front door.
Eve reached behind and adjusted her black lace thong before she rang the doorbell.
Music blared from the house. She was sure she heard Creedence Clearwater Revival.
“Whoa, thought it was a nightmare, low, it's all so true
They told me, don't go walkin' slow, the devil’s on the loose”
Xavier Newhouse opened the front door unbuttoning his black shirt. “Baby I’m so glad you made it,” he said waiving her in.
Eve walked in and swept aside her hair signaling for him to take her coat.
Xavier took her coat and let out a breath. “Damn you’re dangerously delicious.” He fought hard to slow down. “Do you want a glass of wine or something?”
Eve stood there in a black lace bra and thong. Her skin was perfect. She wore nothing else but thigh high leather boots. A small black leather whip was attached to her right thigh boot.
Eve took charge of the situation. Her eyes narrowed. Her voice was low like a purr. “You’ve got something I want. And I’ve got what you need,” she said in a sexy drawl, letting her hands cup her breasts. “This is strictly business not pleasure,” she turned and stared at him. “Do you have the fireplace going in the bedroom?” She asked.
“Yes.” “Good, then what’s your pleasure? Whips, Lips, hips or fingertips?” She asked then hesitated. “Oh and I do want the negatives to my photos or all hell will break loose Xavier!”
She led the way down the corridor.
Xavier followed with a wide grin on his face.
In the bedroom Eve closed the door. She walked slowly toward him.
Xavier’s heart was pounding. The moment was intense. His chest clenched. His throat was dry.
Eve walked over and touched his chest and quickly released the buttons from his shirt. “Xavier I’ll take that drink now.”
Quickly Xavier poured from the decanter next to the bed.
Eve intertwined her arm with his. “Let’s drink like they do in the movies,” she purred.
He smiled back hungrily and agreed. He thrust back his head with the heady drink just as she did.
Then without a word Eve leaned over and kissed him. His lips covered hers and coaxed them apart.
Eve eased back against the bed as her tongue crept forward searching for his. Then the kiss broke out of control.
Xavier tore his mouth from hers. His tongue traced down to the valley between her full breasts. He fought to slow down but found that he couldn’t. He took one firm nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. He moaned. He felt like he was under a spell.
“God I want to be inside you Eve.” He was burning with desire for this woman. His cock stained at the walls of his pants.
“Eve…Eve…Please help me take my pants off?”
He froze. He thought he heard a rumbling. He looked back at Eve. His body tensed.
A split second later Eve thought she heard the song again.
Better run through the jungle, don't look back……
The last thing Eve heard was Xavier growling. Before he fell forward on top of her and fell fast asleep.
“Xavier?”
Eve called his name again. “Xavier? Are you alright?”
“He can’t harm you. He’s asleep.” A woman’s voice sliced the air. “Just push him off of you.”
Eve pushed as she was told. She looked to see where the perky high pitched voice was coming from.
A small petite woman stood at the front of the bed.
“Who…Who are you?”
“You really want to know if I’m real, don’t you Eve?”
Instantly Eve scrambled to her feet. “Well yes.”
“I’m not a ghost or a witch,” the small framed woman said. “I’m Matilda.”
“Well Matilda it’s nice to meet you and I’m glad you’re not a ghost or a witch. But you kind of interrupted me….I mean Xavier and I.”
“He wasn’t meant for you,” Matilda said. “He isn’t your type anymore.
Besides, you just came for your photos. They’re in the nightstand under the liquid decanter,” she paused. “So are the negatives.”
Eve walked over and opened the drawer. She grinned wide. “There it is.” She swirled around. “Why did you help me?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m Glenda D’Goodwrench-Jackson’s assistant, Matilda. “Now Eve you really should be more discreet in the future. Make sure nothing like this ever happens again. Come on I’ll walk you to your car,” she smiled. “You must leave before Xavier wakes up and wants to finish what he started.”
A few minutes later Eve stood at her car.
Matilda watched as Eve’s eyes sparkled. “I don’t know how to thank you Matilda,” she said giving the small woman a hug.
Matilda watched as Eve drove away.
A laughing voice buzzed the air and cleared its throat. “Oh assistant of mine. Didn’t you forget something?”
“Hmmmm Oh yeah, Eve, I can’t stop Malak from discovering that you’d been here,” Matilda yelled out as Eve’s car drove away.
The chilly night air whipped.
“Oh dear me,” Matilda said shaking her head. “Do you think she heard me?”
“Hump...Hump…Hump. My assistant you have much to learn,” Glenda said as her eyes sparkled with a strange iridescent light. “No….No….I don’t think she heard you. But she’ll soon discover what she needs to know.”
Matilda cleared her throat. “I just hope everything will be okay between Eve and Malak. I hope I didn’t mess things up.”
Glenda smiled wide. Her white teeth gleamed in the moon light. “She is still wearing the pendant Malak gave her. That is good.”
Why?” Matilda asked.
“Because true love never fades and because she is protected by the angels as long as she wears the pendant. I would not fear for Eve.”
“But Glenda what about your love potion,” puzzled Matilda asked.
“Come along Matilda, I can’t tell you everything. Wait and see what happens between the two young lovers.”
YIKES WHAT HAPPENED? FOR THE LOVE OF JUMPING ROACHES IS THIS THE END OF A GEEK, AN ANGEL & THE DECEIVER?
ANSWER: NOPE!
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Thank you again for your support.
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J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
What do you need to start writing your novel?
{I’ll be brief, but you can reach each subject to obtain more information.}
• Subject - A simple brief period in time –where your story takes place.
• Characters
• A Plot
• Dialogue and action. This moves your story forward.
• One view point (point of view)
• A fast-paced, grab your readers attention beginning
• A Middle
• A Strong Ending that makes your reader feel satisfied the story was complete and had understanding.
Next begin writing your Novel.
How do you start? Find your jumping off place. What is a jumping off place? The beginning of a novel. Need examples? Just take a look at the opening chapters of a few of the bestselling novels out there, to see samples of “what grabs the reader’s attention.” And then write you own jumping off place. Yours will be better, fresher, and IN YOUR OWN WORDS. Remember you HAVE A Writer’s Mind. Start writing.
You are far more than you think you are! You are a writer!
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
Then never stop believing in yourself.
Next I would say always listen to the voice within.
It is your number one fan and keep pushing yourself to completion of your novel.
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
1 quart of Boiling Water
1 Cup Basmati or Jasmine Rice
2 Fresh Bay Leaves (Yeah you can use dried whole bay leaves)
1 Tablespoon Kosher Salt
Lil butter to taste....
Bring the water to a boil with the Bay leaves.
Add the salt, stir. Next stir in rice. Don't agitate the rice by stirring too much!
Let it come to a boil, cover yo' pot with a lid lower/BRING DOWN THE HEAT - LO/MED.
Cook for about 11-15 minutes.
Check for tenderness with a bite - (a bite feel is not a crunch sound.)
When it’s tender, drain if needed, pluck out the bay leaves, and serve.
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
Not admitting that I was a writer and how much I loved writing.
When the person asked me if I was a writer.
I shook my head, and I lied, and said no.
Worst part of it…..At the time I had published my first book
and didn’t know the person had brought a copy.
Hmmm what webs we weave when we deceive….Our self.
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
First Delilah said. Then Steven Said and then….. Well check out the article! http://delilahmarvelle.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-open-letter-to-ceo-of-kensington.html
The conversation went something like this........Delilah said
"DELILAH: The attitude, which I admire you for publicly expressing, needs to trickle down to the rest of your staff and business practices. Because when I contacted Kensington a few weeks ago, they told me a.) I couldn’t see the Scribd contract b.) I couldn’t be given any other contract details other than that I would be paid my regular royalties. I would hope I’m getting my FULL royalties given I gave you the rights to do so..........
Then Steven said something like this...... STEVEN: *You are telling everyone that you need lawyers and auditors to get answers. That is simply not true. If you or any author has a question about a royalty statement we are happy to provide answers without you having to hire an experts that will cost you money.* http://delilahmarvelle.blogspot.com/2014/01/an-open-letter-to-ceo-of-kensington.html
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
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J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
1 Quart buttermilk
3 tablespoons salt
4 pounds of bone in chicken pieces (drumsticks, thighs, wings etc)
5 cups all-purpose flour
1 &1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
1 teaspoon pepper
½ teaspoon garlic powder
5 cups of vegetable oil
In a LARGE BOWL - Whisk together 3 ¼ cups of the buttermilk and the salt together.
MAKE SURE SALT DISSOLVES
Then Add Chicken & coat chicken thoroughly in Buttermilk mixture AND NEXT cover the bowl AND REFRIGRATE FOR AT LEAST 1(ONE) HOUR
After one hour has passed. In another large bowl whisk together the rest of the flour, thyme, pepper and garlic powder
Next Use your favorite Dutch oven, or Cast Iron Skillet, Frying Skillet etc. It is said that the Dutch Over pot works best but you know what your favorite frying skillet looks and cooks like. Pour in ENOUGH OIL for frying (Yep) I’m trusting that you know what ENOUGH IS). Heat skillet to frying temperature. (At the same time you start your skillet or Dutch oven. ALSO PREHEAT you baking oven to 315 degrees) Next remove the chicken buttermilk and then coat it in the flour mixture and slowing place in a couple of chicken pieces heated frying skillet or Dutch oven
Fry over medium heat and turn chicken pieces every four minutes or as they brown, add more pieces to fryer as space allows. Turn chicken every four minutes as they brown to make sure evenly brown all way around. After browning chicken on all sides approximately for 10 minutes DRAIN chicken pieces as they finish on a paper towel and then Place in your OVEN for 10 MINUTES before serving
J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills.
