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of livin' and
lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats,
ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson,
one she likes to instill into her red-hot
stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres
including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense,
contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy
sizes. When she's not busy writing, she spends time with her
family, boating, skiing and riding four-wheelers. She lives in the
tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of more
than 20 years and her muses—the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and
Sweetpea.
    To learn more about Myla
Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com

Other Titles by Myla Jackson
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    Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation
     
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    Boots and Chaps
    Honor Bound
    Duty Bound
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    Body Snatchers
    Naked Prey
    Fit to Be Tie

Excerpt from
SEX ED
    by Myla Jackson

Chapter One
    Edward Judson slapped his dusty cowboy hat
against his leg as he led his black gelding into the barn. The sun
baked the weathered boards of the exterior, while the interior
remained relatively cool. It took a few moments for his eyes to
adjust to the shadows. "I traded that stock yesterday, made enough
to pay off my land and put a hefty chunk of cash down on a
house."
    "Good move." Grant Fowler slung a leg over
the pinto mare and dropped to the ground.
    Ed owed Grant a lot for teaching him
everything he knew about trading shares on the stock market. The
man owned a 5,000-acre ranch for a reason. Not because he was good
at raising horses, but because he was damned good at managing
money.
    "You don ’ t need my advice anymore, Ed," Grant
said. "You could go into financial planning yourself with a few
courses for certification."
    "Not interested." Ed had just begun to
understand the stock market's full potential and seeing the fruits
of his trades pay off. But he didn't need a lot of money, just
enough for his own purposes.
    "You gonna work training horses for other
people like me the rest of your life?"
    "Nope." Ed grinned. "Not
that I don ’ t
appreciate the work and all, but I got plans of my own."
    "Whatcha gonna do with two hundred acres,
Ed?"
    "Get married someday,
settle down, raise a family and some horses. It ’ s what I ’ m good at." He shifted his boots in
the loose dirt of the barn floor. "The horses part."
    "You ’ re good at day-trading,
dude."
    "I ’ ll do that on the side so that I can
afford my horses too."
    Grant shook his head, a
smile spreading across his face. "Okay, I get it.
Can ’ t say that I
blame you. At least when you ’ re trading for yourself, you
don ’ t have the
responsibility of other people ’ s money hanging over you."
    "You hit the nail on the head."
    "So how is babysitting
Connor Mason ’ s
sister? Saw her at the Ugly Stick Saloon last night." Grant
whistled. "Looks to me like you got yourself a hot little handful
in that one."
    Ed ’ s muscles tightened, his pulse
kicking up a notch as he stepped around the end of the stall. "What
do you mean?"
    Grant held up his hands.
"Nothing, buddy. Not a thing. Just that she ’ s a pretty girl."
    "Yeah and every man in the
building was drooling over her. I get it. Don ’ t add to the crowd, will ya?" He
should never have offered to look out for Kendall Mason. Especially
now that she was over twenty-one and legal in every way. As far as
Ed was concerned, her body should be considered a class-one
felony.
    Every time he looked at
her, he wanted to commit all kinds of lewd and lascivious acts.
With two hard pulls, he yanked the leather strap from the girth
around the horse ’ s
belly and let it fall, swinging to the other side.
    Grant leaned on his saddle,
apparently in no hurry whatsoever to groom his own