Monthly Archives: December 2018
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
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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
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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
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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
Pink Hibiscus: An Army Nurse’s letter to her sister on December 7, 1941
If you like stories about love, war, and medicine, check out my Civil War time travel romance, LOVE ME FOREVER – a Civil War medical drama that takes place in 1862 in Virginia in a plantation turned into a hospital.
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. 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 Wanam
aker’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 . . . oh, God, what’s happening?
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11:30 p.m.
It’s over. For now.
A mad, insane day that I shall never forget . . .
But my job is just beginning. I wish I could call you on the telephone and hear your voice, tell you that I’m okay, but that’s impossible, so I’ll write everything do
wn as fast as I can. Here’s what happened earlier today on December 7, 1941 . . .
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’ll give you detailed account 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 lives 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.
“Kitty . . . ” 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.
My patient came first.
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, Kitty,” 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 kisse
s 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 bonbons and I’ll show you the prettiest engag
ement 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…
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Thank you for stopping by! If you like WW 2 romance, check out my holiday novella that takes place on Christmas Eve during the cold winter of 1943: “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”
A Soldier’s Italian Christmas from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
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
Also, my Civil War medical drama:
Women Soldiers in the Civil War from “Love Me Forever” from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
Christmas during the Civil War in 1862 from “Love Me Forever” from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
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Southern Belle and Spy: Excerpt from LOVE ME FOREVER from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.
If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:
LOVE ME FOREVER on SALE for 99 cents until December 9, 2018
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.
And finally, a word about my Christmas time travel WW 2 novel: I’ve submitted my women’s fiction story about a woman in 1955 who goes back in time to Christmas 1943 to save the man she loves from being killed in the war — it’s on submission at a trad publishing house. When I have news, I’ll be bursting to share it with you!
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“Christmas Once and Again”
On a cold December day in 1955, I got on a train to go back home for Christmas.
This is the story of what happened when I got off that train.
In 1943.
The “Mistletoe Flyer” is a magic train that goes back in time to 1943…
Cinderella and me…and #SacherTorteDay
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Ah, Vienna — waltzes with a handsome prince and chocolate cake…
Oh, no, Prince Charming is late and the Cinderella princess and I are eating all the cake!!
Won’t you join us for Sacher Torte Day?
Oooohhh….chocolate cake to die for!
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Love Me Forever is on sale for 99 cents — A Civil War time travel romance
LOVE ME FOREVER is on sale until December 9th
Love Me Forever is now available in Print for $19.99
Makes a great holiday gift for your favorite Civil War buff!
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If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.
A Cinderella thought for #CookieDay
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It’s amazing how a box of Christmas cookies can set my feet to dancing! Join me and my Cinderella princess enjoying delicious cookies before we get back to finishing our fairy tale time travel romance.
The proposal: submitted on time
The specs: 46,000 words submitted
The cookie challenge: write another 25,000 words.
Ready, set, cookie! I mean write…
I’ve already finished half of the cookies I bought…got to get more!
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Love Me Forever is on sale for 99 cents — A Civil War time travel romance
LOVE ME FOREVER is on sale until November 30th.
Love Me Forever is now available in Print for $19.99
Makes a great holiday gift for your favorite Civil War buff!
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If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.
Once upon a story... 