National Hard Candy Day

 

The picture says it all…

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Made your New Year’s Eve plans yet?

Why not check out COME FLY WITH ME and find out what happens on New Year’s Eve when a bad boy billionaire hooks up with a lonely girl at 30,000 feet in the air…Come_Fly_Me_Cover_Final_500x800

National Maple Syrup Day with you and your man

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Did you see your honey drooling?

Now what if he drizzles maple syrup all over your…

…pancakes?

Mm…delicious!

~Jina

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Kristen feeds homeless vets as a way to honor her husband killed in Afghanistan in “The Christmas Piano Tree” — find out more here on Joan Reeves Sling Words blog today, December 17th and 12 Authors & Christmas Past 

 

 

National Chocolate-Covered Anything Day with a sexy You

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Chocolate-covered reindeer with red cherry noses are so last year…

This Christmas give your man the gift of chocolate.

You all covered in gooey, yummy chocolate!!

This is one present he won’t be re-gifting…

Happy Holidays!

Jina

 

Made your New Year’s Eve plans yet?

Why not check out COME FLY WITH ME and find out what happens on New Year’s Eve when a bad boy billionaire hooks up with a lonely girl at 30,000 feet in the air…

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National Cocoa Day…why not invite Santa in for a cup of hot cocoa?

I couldn’t resist inviting Santa in to have a cup of cocoa…it’s so cold and windy and rainy…and the poor darling lost his Santa jacket somewhere over the Rocky Mountains.

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Enjoy, ladies, it doesn’t get any better than this!

~Jina

PS — my hunky Santa reminds me of my handsome soldier who play Santa for the girls at the Mary HuberChris_Piano_Tree_Cover_Final_500x800 School in “The Christmas Piano Tree” when Kristen, my heroine, recruits him for the job on Christmas Eve:

Silky white flour.

Combed into his dark beard like fluffy snow.

Kristen couldn’t help but notice that he was so handsome. Square jaw. Straight nose. Clear hazel green eyes that never left her. Watching her when she brushed flour into his beard, her fingers gliding over his cheeks, his neck.

Whoever thought her Santa would be a homeless vet?

Find out who this mysterious Santa is in The Christmas Piano Tree available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

 

National Gingerbread House Day and a handsome soldier…

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National Gingerbread  House Day!!

Kristen Delaney loves making gingerbread houses in “The Christmas Piano Tree:”

She was already late. She couldn’t help it. Christmas always did this to her. Gingerbread houses scenting the kitchen with spice, sugar cookies sliding off the hot metal sheet, the whipping sound of her wooden spoon mixing cake batter, all made her internal clock lose time.

Why is Kristen late? What happens when she promises a handsome homeless vet a free meal at the school where she works?

~Jina

Find out in “The Christmas Piano Tree” available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

Photo credit: Gingerbread house © Ruth Black | Dreamstime.com

National Pastry Day with my Hottie Santa

 

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“Do you think Santa will like my pastry?” asks Kacie Bennett, the heroine in my New Year’s Eve novella “Come Fly with Me.” She’s in London attending culinary school when she gets a desperate phone call to come home and save her baby sister from marrying the wrong man…

When bad boy billionaire Jace Chantiers finds out all the flights are booked and the sexy pastryCome_Fly_Me_Cover_Final_300x401 chef is stuck in the airport, he offers her a first class ticket home with no strings attached.

Kacie wonders exactly what kind of pastry he’s interested in…

When a bad boy billionaire hooks up with a lonely good girl at 30,000 feet in the air anything can happen…

COME FLY WITH ME is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

Happy Holidays!

~Jina

Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day in “Naughty Paris”

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Tired of online dating sites?

Fed up with emails from guys who just don’t get you?

Then what you need is a blast from the past!

A hottie hunk who knows how to treat a woman…and I’ve got just the guy for you…

Paul Borquet in my time travel erotic romance, NAUGHTY PARIS.

Here is an excerpt:

I don’t close my eyes, but continue staring at Paul Borquet, wishing I could feel his arms around me, his lips kissing me, his ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????body pressed against mine.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance if I were young and beautiful,” I whisper, shifting my weight from side to side. The wooden platform bends, squeaking under my wet bare feet. Lightning flashes overhead through the skylight, stinging my eyes like a thousand watt lightbulb slashing through the air. “I’d make you fall in love with me–“

I cry out when electricity jolts the bronze sculpture I’m holding between my breasts, sending a hot current through me and vibrating through my brain, raising the hair on my arms, and making my eyeballs bulge out.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear the old artist calling out that he’s going for help, but I can’t answer, can’t focus. All the muscles in my body tighten and I feel myself lifted up off my feet and zooming through space, as if something is flinging me skyward. An unexplained chill settles in me as if I’m in a swirling vortex as electricity flashes over my skin, racing in and out of my bod faster than I can blink.

What’s happening to me?

This isn’t my normal world. I want things dry and safe. Not wild and crazy. The electricity dances a choreography of darkness and light all over me, tracing the path of my sweat. I’m breathless and more than a little bewildered. Mix in bewitched and my trip to Paris is turning into the Rocky Horror Picture Show with French subtitles. This can’t be happening!

Thunder claps in my ears with a loud boom then–

–the lights go out.

Darkness. The humid air suddenly reeks of a strong musky scent. Male.

Coming closer…closer…yes…I hear that sexy laughter again as someone blows hot air into my ear, making me shiver. I twist my fingers on the statue until they burn, then my nipples harden into pointy peaks as if someone pinched them. Becoming aroused again, I let out a sigh when someone squeezes my breast and sucks on it, then moans. Who? Where is he? I can’t open my eyes, swallow or talk, or move my legs or hands, touch him, anything.

I can’t do more than make a desperate breathing sound as I lie–

Where?

Where am I?

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Autumn travels back to 1889 Paris and meets the lost Impressionist Paul Borquet and boy, do things heat up from there…

Naughty Paris is available on Amazon and other e-tailer sites.

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Copyright © 2007 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited. ® and tm are trademarks of the publisher

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COMING in 2015:

LOVE ME FOREVER

A Civil War Time Travel Romance

She wore gray.

He wore blue.

But their love defied the boundaries of war.

And time.

 

Pink Hibiscus: An Army nurse’s letter to her sister on December 7, 1941

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Pearl Harbor, Hawaii

December 7, 1941

7:30 a.m.

Dear Peggy,

I’m bustin’ with news to tell you, little sister. I only have a few minutes before my shift at the hospital starts, so bear with me. I don’t know where to begin. It all happened so fast. I met Jimmy at the Officers’ Club when I first got here last summer and the handsome Army Air Force lieutenant asked me to dance. The band was playing Moonlight Serenade and before I knew it he had his arms around me, holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Then he kissed me.

Oh, it was so romantic. The warm night breeze blowing in off the ocean, the smell of pink hibiscus making me wild with desire, his hand reaching under my long evening gown and sliding up my thigh. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me down to the beach and we…

7:45 a.m.

Sorry, I got called away by the nurse-in-charge. She was worried about a patient wheezing and coughing. She thought it might be pneumonia. Just a couple of nurses on duty this morning, so she asked me to help her with paperwork. I was disappointed, seeing how I haven’t had much chance to use my nursing skills since I’ve been here. Not much happening. Still, Pearl is the best duty an Army nurse could wish for. We get a few pilots scraped up after a rough landing or with a bad hangover, but it’s mostly sunny days and balmy nights.

I bet you and Mom were all bundled up when you did this year’s Christmas shopping at Wanamaker’s. I love walking down Market Street with all the holiday decorations. The soft, white snow landing on top of the pretzel man’s cart. The hot cocoa with Mom’s fresh whipped cream. I miss you and the family so much, but don’t worry about me, I’m having the best time of my life. I’ve nearly worn out the soles on my new high-heeled pumps dancing every night with Jimmy.

Here’s my news, he…

7:55 a.m.

Something’s happening, Peggy, something awful. Sirens going off, a loud explosion, and everyone’s scrambling. I’ll write more later. I’ve got to get back to my patients. They’re jumping out of bed and yelling for their pants.

We’re under attack.

11:30 p.m.

It’s over. For now. But my job is just beginning. The second wave of the surprise attack lasted until nearly 10 a.m. I haven’t stopped since then and I’d still be racing from one patient to the next if the nurse-in-charge hadn’t insisted I get some rest.

First, I wanted to write down what happened before I grab a few minutes of sleep, then go back on duty. My thoughts are scattered, so bear with me.

By the time you read this, you’ll know the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on a quiet Sunday morning at 7:55 a.m. I was recording a patient’s vitals when a soldier with a broken leg asked me to help him stand up. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he looked real nervous. Said he heard something that didn’t sound right. Planes flying overhead that weren’t ours. I thought he was joking, then I looked out the big, square hospital window—

Oh, my God, Peggy, I don’t know how to describe what I saw. Planes roaring overhead with red suns emblazoned on them. Loud, ear-splitting explosions. Black plumes of smoke swirling into the sky like a death flower.

It was maddening. Fear choked my throat. My body went numb. Hot tears spilled onto my cheeks. I wiped them away with defiance.

Nurses don’t cry.

I let go with a long shudder. I don’t know what came over me. Fear, I guess, but I was okay now. Duty came first. This was what I’d spent years studying for, watching, observing, the sleepless nights working in the emergency room in the big Philadelphia hospital. It all came together for me in that moment.

Thank God.

Within minutes, the wounded came pouring in. Carried in on anything sturdy enough to hold them. The sound of antiaircraft fire ringing in our ears, bombs exploding outside and shaking the walls. I don’t want to shock you, but you and those at home must know what we’re up against in this war. The pain, the horror. Men missing limbs. Bloodied wounds. Ugly burns with exposed flesh. Others in shock. We had no electricity, no elevators to transport the wounded to surgery. Not enough nurses. Supplies running out fast.

But we did it. We saved as many as we could and prayed for those we couldn’t.

I went from one patient to the next, never stopping until—

I saw him. My lieutenant. Carrying a wounded soldier on his back, blood splattered all over his uniform.

“Jimmy, Jimmy!” I yelled out, trying to get his attention. He looked so relieved to see me, it made me tear up. I could see in his eyes he wanted to hold me close to him, never let me go. I wanted to feel his warmth, smell his woodsy, masculine scent. Prove to myself he was here, alive.

After I stabilized the wounded man, Jimmy held me in his arms and pulled off my nurse’s cap, and then ran his fingers through my hair.

“Thank God you’re okay,” he said, his lips brushing my cheek. He told me we lost several battleships and more than a hundred planes, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He was going to get into the air no matter what he had to do. Drive all over the island until he found a P36 gassed up and ready to go.

He cupped my chin and said,  “I’ll be seeing you, babe.”

I smiled up at him. “I’ll be waiting.”

Then he left. I blew him a kiss. I knew what he was thinking. He had his job and I had mine. Whatever words and soft kisses we’d exchanged under the swaying palms would have to wait.

We were at war.

And God willing, we’d be together again soon.

But nothing will erase what happened here on this Sunday morning at Pearl Harbor, the sun bright yellow and hot. Then the sky became dark with enemy planes set on destroying us and our way of life. My heart is so heavy with the pain of what I saw today. The suffering and the dying. It’s my job and the job of every serviceman and woman to stop them before they reach our home shores.

You have a job, too, Peggy. Take care of Mom and Dad, and tell them not to worry about me. I know everyone will do whatever they can so our fighting men can return home safe.

I can’t wait until I see you all again. When this horrible mess is over, we’ll sit under the old apple tree and eat bon bons and I’ll show you the prettiest engagement ring you ever saw. Yes, that’s my surprise. Jimmy asked me to marry him.

Till then, little sister, pray for me. And our boys fighting what some say will be a long, hard battle. But we’ll win. We have to. For the sake of free men and women everywhere.

Love, your big sister,

Kitty

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I hope you enjoyed reliving the events of December 7, 1941 through Kitty’s eyes. She came to me in an instant when I wanted to write a tribute to the brave men and women at Pearl Harbor and told her story to me. I couldn’t type fast enough…

Thank you for stopping by! If you like WW2 romance, check out my holiday novella that takes place on Christmas Eve during the cold winter of 1943: “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”

December 1943 Italy

He is a U.S Army captain, a battle-weary soldier who has lost his faith. She is a nun, her life dedicated to God. Together they are going to commit an act the civilized world will not tolerate. They are about to fall in love.

Winner in the Novella Category in the I Heart Indie contest

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

~Jina

 

Photo credits:

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National Bathtub Party Day

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National Bathtub Party Day!!

What happens when a bad boy billionaire and a lonely good girl hook up 30,000 up in the sky on New Year’s Eve?

Especially when he offers her a first class ticket…mile high club anyone?

Does the first class loo even have a bathtub? Well, no…but you never know what will happen…

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COME FLY WITH ME

Kacie Bennett is stranded in London and desperate to get home to avert a family crisis. She’s shocked when a tall, dark handsome stranger offers her a first class airline ticket, no strings attached.

What’s a girl to do?

Kacie is the plain sister of the three Bennett girls. Tall and practical, she buries her loneliness in creating unique breads and croissants for the family business, The 3 Bees (Bennett’s Bed & Breakfast). She’s studying at a culinary school in Piccadilly when she gets a desperate call from her sister Emma.

Their baby sister Megan is eloping with a guy twice her age after breaking up with her boyfriend. Kacie is frantic to get back home to Forgotten Valley, California to save her sister from marrying the wrong man.

She can’t believe her good luck when the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen insists she take the ticket.

What does he want in return?

Jace Chantiers is a self-made oil billionaire, a player who can have any supermodel he wants, but he doesn’t believe in love. That would mean opening up about the pain in his past, something he swears he’ll never do. When he has to cancel his date to fly to San Francisco for an urgent business meeting, he overhears Kacie’s panicked phone call from her sister and is intrigued by her plight.

He never expected to ring in the New Year with a gorgeous blonde who needs his help. Kacie gets under his skin with her go-to attitude, hard work ethic, and strong dedication to her family. Something he never had growing up. She makes him wonder if he’s missing out on something, something his money can’t buy.

Can Kacie resist this gorgeous man the British tabloids have labeled the sexiest man alive? Does she dare lose her inhibitions at thirty thousand feet…or will she also lose her heart?

COME FLY WITH ME on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

Photos: Red Christmas background with snowflakes © Pera Nikolic | Dreamstime.comCouple in santa hats is enjoying a bath © Kornilovdream | Dreamstime.com

National Cookie Day and a handsome soldier…

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Today is National Cookie Day!!

What soldier doesn’t love sugar cookies?

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That’s what Kristen Delaney thinks when a handsome vet shows up at the school where she teaches on Christmas Eve…she’s still grieving over the death of her husband in Afghanistan and has been feeding homeless vets in his memory.

From “The Christmas Piano Tree:”

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Still, the handsome sergeant hadn’t left her side, even after she finally got the courage to tell him she couldn’t fix him dinner here at the school, but he’d have to wait here for her to bring back his hot meal.

She didn’t explain why.

Kristen buckled her daughter into the car seat in the back of her SUV. “We’ll have a good time making sugar cookies, Rachel,” she said, trying to keep her mind off the Christmas tree. Though she wasn’t doing such a good job keeping her mind off the sergeant. She kept peeking over at him and those broad shoulders. Why was he still hanging around? It was snowing harder and the stable was a heck of a lot warmer than standing here. “First, we have to pick up some milk.”

“Can I help?” he asked, towering over her and leaning his arm on the roof of her van. Why did he have to go and do that? That really knocked her off balance. He’d brushed the flour out of his beard. Now it was flecked with glistening snowflakes, making him appear magical.

And sexy.

Like a Norseman come to rescue her. She imagined him wearing nothing but a furry loincloth, his chest bare, and carrying a long sword.

Dear God, where did she get such thoughts?

“No, I mean, I’m sorry about the meal, Sergeant—”

“Call me Jared,” he said slow and easy. He was in no hurry to leave, which didn’t bother her in the least. After all she’d been through, she needed someone. There, she’d said it. She’d prided herself for being strong all these months, but it was so wonderful to have a man beside her.

Was it so wrong to think that?

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Gotta have some sugar cookies today…enjoy!

~Jina

“The Christmas Piano Tree” is the story of a pretty young war widow who re-discovers the magic of the holiday season with the help of a homeless vet and an old piano.

The Christmas Piano Tree is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

http://amzn.com/B00OY9L8KO

#NationalCookieDay #cookie #sugar #Christmas #Christmastree #romance

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