A Purple Dragon, a Princess, and a fairy tale ending . . .
I love dragons. Pink, blue, green, purple like our friend here. Our princess is reading a fairy tale to him. Hmm. Once upon a time there was a dragon who was in love with a princess. I wonder what happens . . .
Does he turn into a prince?
If frogs can do it, why not a dragon?
I have no doubt our purple dragon turns into a prince…how about you?
Poetry at Work Day and the Frog who makes dreams come true
Poetry at Work Day:
The art of writing fairy tales is a joy I claim.
But frog or toad, what’s in a name?
’Tis a prince I seek at the end of my tale
And that happily ever after, but to no avail
Ah, but yes have I the power of the pen So with my snappy keystrokes
Poof! I say. He’s here. Amen!
Who’s that cute little frog sitting on my typewriter? Could he be a prince?
(check out the prince in my next video below)
What our Happy New Year Fairy and Cinderella have in common
Guess what our New Year’s fairy borrowed from Cinderella for our video?
Happy New Year 2019, everyone!!
Jina
So excited for the new year and hope all your writing wishes come true
Why Jace Chantiers is the sexiest man alive and how I got to spend New Year’s Eve with him . . . oh, yeah #NewYearsEve
Did you see that British tabloid?
Every female in London must have a copy pasted to her bedpost. I didn’t know who he was until I got on board the airbus after he blew me away with his offer to give me a free ticket home to San Francisco.
I never dreamed I’d be sitting in first class next to the sexiest man alive.
Me, Kacie Bennett.
Don’t get the wrong idea. He’s just trying to help me. Seems Megan, my youngest sister, threw a hissy fit when her jock boyfriend left her behind when he went off to college. But that was no reason for her to run away from home to marry the first guy who asked her. A real creep, but that’s another story.
I want to talk about Jace Chantiers.
God, the man reeks masculinity from every pore. He’s built like a rock with shoulders so broad I swear the seams on his expensive suit are ready to rip apart. Handsome, rugged looks. He smells good, too. Spicy but with an undertone of citrus that makes me want to lean over and inhale him.
Not that I would. I’m a good girl. I run the family B&B: Bennett’s Bed & Breakfast, but the locals call it The 3 Bees. No hanky panky for me. Especially 30,000 feet up in the air. How I got here is a story in itself…
Gotta go. He’s making his play…rubbing his knee against mine. Giving me that look he’s famous for on the tabloid cover…taking off his suit jacket…damn, he’s opening his shirt. Oh, my God. His chest is muscular and bronze just like in the photo. He’s cupping my chin in his hand, his lips brushing mine…
Uh-oh, I think I’m about to find out why Jace Chantiers is the sexiest man alive…
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Will Kacie be able to resist the sexiest man alive?
Could you?
Come Fly with Me is the story about a bad boy billionaire who hooks up with a lonely good girl on New Year’s Eve at 30,000 feet in the air where…
Anything can happen.
Cheers!
~Jina
Christmas Night with Cinderella and her surprise gift on the Christmas Tree
Guess what Cinderella found on her Christmas tree . . . a glass slipper.
Did the prince put it there?
We’ll find out in the New Year as we continue our princess adventures . . .
Merry Christmas night, everyone!
Here’s a still from the video:
Love Cinderella’s gown and tiara
Paris and me and my fave Pâtisserie for #PastryDay
Once in Paris the Left Bank was my home
to manger on pastry I didn’t have far to roam
running downstairs so fast in a huff
to the pâtisserie for my pastry puff
and to flirt with the handsome monsieur who took my breath away
ah, mais oui, yes, I remember him still to this day
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So yummy — Parisian pastry is the best!
I’m no angel . . . when it comes to Brownies
I’m no angel when it comes to brownies…
I love, love them!! Especially homemade when the chocolate ganache icing gets all gooey when you spread it over the warm brownie. ”
Who can wait to let them cool? Back to writing . . .
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No brownies left! Guess I’ll have to make some more…
I love “Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day”
Come along with me on our own time machine back to the Battle of Antietam in 1862
It’s getting to be a habit with me.
Time travel, that is.
First, I went back to Paris 1889 in my erotic romance Naughty Paris.
Then back to 1862 during the Civil War in Love Me Forever. (on sale December 8, 2018 for 99 cents)
And I’ve finished a WW 2 Christmas time travel back to 1943, and just sent off a proposal for a fairy tale time travel romance with a heroine who goes back to 1889 to become Cinderella.
It ain’t easy traveling through time. You leave your old life behind when you’re a time traveler.
Like all those dumb texts you sent…the gossip at work about you and the cute delivery guy. Googling yourself.
And you know what’s going to happen tomorrow…next week, next year. Especially when it’s well documented like the Civil War.
That’s the case for Liberty Jordan, the heroine in my Civil War time travel LOVE ME FOREVER. In this excerpt, she finds herself pondering the events yet to come…while ogling the sexy Union Army surgeon quizzing her:
Liberty sat up straighter, her mind racing. But she had the advantage. As if each fleeting moment gave her the strength to go on. She knew what was going to happen. They didn’t. The war would drag on for three more years. Lincoln was alive and so was Grant, and a young woman named Louisa May Alcott was playing games with her sisters in an attic. And somewhere on a stage, an actor named Booth had no idea his infamous role in history was yet to come.
She could use that information to find her way back to her own time.
Then her mind circled back to the present. She looked into the major’s dark, probing eyes, his passion for medicine fascinating her. His good looks sending a thrill through her.
“I’m still waiting for an answer, Lieutenant.”
“What?” she asked.
“Where did you get that bandage?”
“Like I told you, it came with my uniform.” Liberty sighed, exasperated. He’d never believe the truth.
“You Southerners are full of tricks, but I won’t let that stop me.”
She blinked. Did he know she was a woman? What if he tried to seduce her?
The peculiar thought played with her mind in such a way that both frightened and intrigued her. Took her adventure into a whole new dimension. She didn’t dare take her eyes off him. He deliberately offered her a challenge. Adjusting to life in this time could prove interesting with the handsome major.
Her life, after all, was in his hands.
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.
LOVE ME FOREVER is a saga of love and romance and war. Believe me, I walked every road, fought every battle with my characters, even walked around in a hoop skirt to “get it right.”
This is a book of the heart…any questions? Please ask!!
Thank you for stopping by.
Jina
