What the Reviewers are Saying

Five Stars for Courtesan Boot Camp. "This one is a gonna read again keeper." ~ Mahalia Levey

Five Stars for My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy. "It may only be 36 pages long, but My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy packs the wallop of a full-length novel...and then some!" ~ Long and Short Reviews

"I laughed out loud at some of the images that came to mind as I read this one, and enjoyed watching as this mature woman went through the insecurities more often faced by teens as they move into adulthood. The world here is realistic and charming, and the characters are a true delight." ~ Whipped Cream Reviews, 4 1/2 Cherries

Reviewer's Top Pick "With her original plot elements, light dose of comedy and wildly creative world-building, D. L. (Dawn) Jackson is proving to be a fresh new voice in Sci-Fi romance that's not to be missed. She follows up her hugely successful Last Flight of the Ark (Liquid Silver Books) with the first two novellas in her “explosive” Blown Away series." ~Two Lips Reviews

"The only thing I wondered about was how soon we can expect to read the next story about this fascinating planet and its new inhabitants."
~ Got Erotic Romance!Reviews

"Ms. Jackson is a master of science fiction plots. She draws in readers using a combination of thrilling action, challenging characters and imaginative scenery."
~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"The writing is fast-paced, grabbing my attention on the first page and keeping it until the baby-making end. It's filled with romance, blistering hot sex, mystery and chilling revelations that will shock and thoroughly amaze you. If you were a fan of Stargate: Atlantis, you'll love this book."
~ Two Lips Reviews

5 Cup Review from HEA. "I have to say I was completely fascinated from the first moment of the prologue. I knew I was reading something I’d never even imagined reading before."
~ Happily Ever After Reviews

"What a wonderful, inventive and suspenseful read. From the prologue you know that you are reading a book quite different from most anything else out there."
~ Got Erotic Romance! Reviews

 "What a fabulous story. Intriguing and different. I had trouble putting it down. The tension between Gabriel and Jocelyn was fantastic and just part of the allure. The story was Fast-paced and creative and gave me chills."
~ Night Owl Reviews

Coming in 2014 

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoy this departure in my normal genre. Bringing Clone and the heroes and heroines in this dystopian tale to you, has been a passion of mine for over five years. The tale challenged me in every way imaginable to be a better writer—to tell a story from the heart, as I felt it needed to be told, and not by some expected formula. So, I will not give you a romance this time.

For you, I have written a love story.

Long live independence! May it be worth the bloodshed.

Best,

D. L. Jackson

Wednesday
Aug272014

The Reviews for Slipping the Past are Coming in.

And the reviewers are saying....

"Wowsa!!! My socks are totally knocked off! D.L. has done it again, and delivered a mind blowing, heart-pounding, out-of-this-world romance!" ~ Leann Mallow

"When a book like this one comes along one cannot pass up the opportunity to offer it the praise it deserves." ~ MOritz

"I loved how original this book was.i couldn't wait to finish it because i wanted to see the ending.very good." ~ Natasha Seales

"Very good book! Would highly recommend." ~ A. C. Nelson

And because all authors get negative reviews, here's one stating it wasn't the reader's cup of tea. :)

"There was too much jumping around from past to present, that kept you turning pages backwards to catch up in order to make more sense of were the story was going." ~ Anna Valenzuela Goldthwaithe

A small note about less than stellar reviews: Good or bad, we authors need to remember not everyone loves the same story, just as not everyone loves coffee ice cream. Our tastes and differences are what make the world go around and add spice to our lives. Negative reviews do not make us bad authors. They only mean someone read it and it wasn't their flavor. Embrace the reviews, good or bad. It means you've joined the ranks of some very sucessful authors.

To read more reviews, or purchase the eBook or a print copy of Slipping the Past, go here: http://www.amazon.com/Slipping-Past-D-L-Jackson/dp/1613337213/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top?ie=UTF8

Best,

D L

 

Tuesday
Aug052014

A new 1NS boxed set is available!

The popular 1Night Stand series has a box set. Check out the names included. This is a must have collection.

Click on the box set to be taken to Amazon to purchase.

 

Thursday
Jun192014

Clone, the Book of Eva. Have you read it?

“Stop!” I moved for the cowards. “I’ll report your trespassing to my father.”

They whipped around, and their eyes widened.

Even though they were twice my size, I did not back down. “You have no official business on this estate.”

“Say’s who?” one of the more stupid lads asked, obviously unaware of who I was. From the looks on his buddies’ faces, at least they weren’t clueless. They vehemently shook their heads at their friend. One even delivered a sharp elbow to the witless one’s ribs as he opened his mouth to say more.

“Sorry about that. He’s not the brightest bulb on the tree, Ms. Braun.”

None of them were if they were trespassing on the property. “Get out of here.” The conversation was over, and I was only interested in getting to the wounded boy in the hedge. “Now!”

Nobody messed with a Braun. They bolted in every direction, running as though I had a charged weapon pointed at them, and perhaps I had. My family name was something to be feared.

“Come back and I’ll tell my father,” I screamed as they disappeared from view.

On the ground was a bag, fruit from the estate conservatory spilled out onto the pavers, for the fruit outside would not look so perfect. Theft, no doubt.

I looked down into the bushes and saw him. The brown pants and tunic gave away his identity, that of a slave. The boys who’d beat him were the thieves, not this clone. I instantly recognized his face, even though he wouldn’t look at me. General Axis’s clone.

“They were stealing from the conservatory?”

He nodded but continued to avoid eye contact. It was obvious he’d caught and tried to stop them. I’d seen him tending the conservatory orchard from a distance, and supposed it was his primary function when he was at the summer palace from May to November. Beyond that, I’d paid little attention to the clones and what they were doing. Regardless that he was a clone, the lowest in the food chain, he’d done nothing wrong and did not deserve the punishment the boys had given him.

A ball of heat built in my chest as anger seeped into me. This wasn’t right, and my father would hear about it. I didn’t care the victim had been a clone—his suffering had been unwarranted.

I stretched my arm out to help him from the box elder, waiting for him to take my offered hand. He tried to roll to the side, and his gasp told me the motion hurt, but it also told me other things. Like how desperate he was to avoid any contact with me. I waited, ignoring his rejection of help, certain if he couldn’t roll over, he wasn’t climbing out of the hedge on his own. “Come on, take it. Let me pull you out.”

He refused, turning his head away. With a sigh, I leaned down and grabbed his wrist, doing my best to heft his solid frame out of the shrubs. “The more you help me here, the faster I let go of you.”

He clasped my wrist in return and, using the support I offered to climb from the greenery, stood. When he straightened his spine, he towered over me. Most men his height would slump their shoulders in an unintentional need to be smaller. This clone did not.

I gasped and stared at his chest, certain I’d met a giant. General Axis was tall, but I’d had never been in close enough proximity to him to get the full effect of just how big he really was. Perhaps the shock came because I’d always avoided my father’s military leader every chance I could, not liking the way he watched me when he thought no one was looking. I never understood how he’d commanded so much respect before now.

From where I stood, Axel and I were practically chin to shoulders. I had a hard time understanding why he’d let those boys beat him. He obviously had the size and strength to stop them if he desired.

At the time, Axel was around the age of nineteen, at least six-foot-four, and twice my weight. Two years senior to my seventeen and healthy to my scrawny and sick. Even though he was a clone, I felt in the presence of greatness and couldn’t help the slight buzz I got from being so near. And then I got a closer look.

I tipped my chin up, and my mouth dropped open. “Oh.” I blinked, and my heart skipped. My stomach did this strange flip-flop thing, and heat washed across my face. “Wow,” I breathed out, almost silently. I was pretty certain he hadn’t heard, or he’d have looked away again.

My knees got all wonky, and little jolts raced up my arm from where we made skin-to-skin contact. I swore I could feel his pulse beat under my fingers, matching time with my own.

He pulled his wrist free and backed away as I continued to stare.

“Wait,” I said, shaking off the awe. “What’s your name?” I didn’t want to call him clone. And wow, seemed a little impersonal. The clone was more human to me than most of the people who came through the palace. He was the hero of my mother’s antique romances, the ones I’d squirreled away in my room and read until the pages were coming free from the spines.

In a matter of seconds, I’d become a victim of hit-and-run love at first sight.

All my life I’d wanted to meet someone like him—the man of my dreams. Only he was a clone, and any kind of a relationship between us would be forbidden. Impossible. I didn’t care. I was captivated and wanted to know more about him. “Please, don’t walk away. Tell me.”

He stopped his retreat. “I have an i-dent, a creation registration number.” He touched his cheek and ducked his head. The act was both boyish and charming on so powerful a figure.

“No, I mean a name, not an i-dent. I’m Olivia.” I stepped closer. “What name do you call yourself?”

“I know who you are. It’s prohibited for me to have a name, to even think about having one.” He eyed the corner of the house. “I should go.”

Monday
May122014

A new cover and new life for one of my favorite stories.

Slipping the Past has a new cover and contract. Decadent Publishing will be releasing one of my favorite stories come June 2014. If you're looking for a unique story, this is the story for you.

Some love affairs last a lifetime…others never end. 

Fifty years into the future, if you’re one of the damned, you don’t run for your life, you run to save your soul. Jocelyn Miller is wanted for crimes she committed before she was born. Homeless, blind and out in the elements on one of the coldest nights of the year, her desperation results in a bad decision. When Jocelyn and her brother Nate rob a convenience store, Jocelyn comes face to face with her worst nightmare and greatest love, a reaper named Gabriel. 

Gabriel Solaris is an Enforcer, a genetically enhanced psychic often referred to as a reaper for his ability to take souls, and he’s charged with collecting Jocelyn’s. When he finds Jocelyn outside the store, he’s sure she’s up to something illegal. Proving it isn’t necessary. He holds a warrant and it’s all he needs. But the closer Gabriel gets to Jocelyn, the more he begins to question his duty and why he believes her claims of innocence. When Jocelyn tells him she loved him once, Gabriel loses control and kisses her. Instead of taking her soul, he gives her a week to prove innocence in her past-life crimes, something he has no authority to grant.