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Lemonade Day during the Civil War and how a little girl saved her home…

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Soldiers fought hard battles day in and day out during the Civil War. Tired, weary, thirsty men and women…but what about the folks they encountered when they invaded a town or plantation?

Did they see their father, brother? Husband, wife? Daughter?

Or did they see the enemy…

I don’t rightly know how true it is, but Civil War legend has it that a mighty pretty little gal made lemonade on a hot, sweltering day back in August 1862 and offered it to the soldiers in the advancing Union Army.

Every soldier got a taste of cold, sweet lemonade and a smile…and they went on their way, leaving the plantation untouched.

Making us all hopeful that goodness can triumph…with the help of sweet lemonade and the kindness of a little girl.

~Jina

The spunky little girl reminds me of my secondary heroine, Pauletta Sue in my story, LOVE ME FOREVER. Check out the video excerpt below featuring the belle! ON SALE May 5-7 for 99 cents!

If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner below.

Love_Me_Forever_500x798LOVE ME FOREVER

She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.

LOVE ME FOREVER is a Kindle Scout winner and is now available from Kindle Press at Amazon.com

 

Meet Pauletta Sue my secondary heroine — a Belle and a Rebel Spy
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Love Me Forever is on sale for 99 cents this week

Passion…desire…lust in the Old South.

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“He’s my fiancé,” Pauletta Sue said, fussing with her short, curly hair. “Not yours.”

“You have no right to come back here and fall into his arms,” Liberty tossed back, blowing on her hands to warm them.

Pauletta Sue struck a pose, her indignant green eyes flashing. She had no intention of explaining her actions, and that upset Liberty more than the kiss the belle shared with Flynt. She knew it was wrong to be jealous, but she was in love with the handsome major. To her way of thinking, the woman had no right to him and she told her so.

“Listen, you . . . whoever you are,” Pauletta Sue said, frustrated, “I saved your hide from that Yankee prison and this is how you repay me?”

“You helped me so you could go running around the countryside pretending to be a spy, flirting with every officer who wears pants and calling yourself a patriot.” Liberty sucked in a sharp breath. “Well, I’ve got news for you, Pauletta Sue. No matter what you do, the South will not win the war.”

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Find out what Pauletta does next in LOVE ME FOREVER, on Amazon on sale for 99 cents!

~Jina

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Featured Image -- 2069If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:

LOVE ME FOREVER

She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.

LOVE ME FOREVER is now available from Kindle Press at Amazon.com

Both women wanted him…but only one could have him. Love Me Forever: on sale 99 cents this week

Passion…desire…lust in the Old South.

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“He’s my fiancé,” Pauletta Sue said, fussing with her short, curly hair. “Not yours.”

“You have no right to come back here and fall into his arms,” Liberty tossed back, blowing on her hands to warm them.

Pauletta Sue struck a pose, her indignant green eyes flashing. She had no intention of explaining her actions, and that upset Liberty more than the kiss the belle shared with Flynt. She knew it was wrong to be jealous, but she was in love with the handsome major. To her way of thinking, the woman had no right to him and she told her so.

“Listen, you . . . whoever you are,” Pauletta Sue said, frustrated, “I saved your hide from that Yankee prison and this is how you repay me?”

“You helped me so you could go running around the countryside pretending to be a spy, flirting with every officer who wears pants and calling yourself a patriot.” Liberty sucked in a sharp breath. “Well, I’ve got news for you, Pauletta Sue. No matter what you do, the South will not win the war.”

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Find out what Pauletta does next in LOVE ME FOREVER, on Amazon on sale for 99 cents!

~Jina

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Featured Image -- 2069If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:

LOVE ME FOREVER

She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.

LOVE ME FOREVER is now available from Kindle Press at Amazon.com

Civil War Sister against Sister: “Love Me Forever” Time Travel Romance from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Confessions of a Time Traveler: Love Me Forever. . . and Spring Kindle Unlimited Book Fair April 10-13 Daily Gift Card & Amazon Instant Giveaways!

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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.

LOVE ME FOREVER

She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.

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It’s 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!!

 

 

Last Day to enter our Romance Giveaway and win those Jane Austen Socks

I’m thrilled to be part of this promo put together by the fabulous Aileen Harkwood — a wonderful author and the hardest working promotions expert I know.

My historical book for this promo is TITANIC RHAPSODY. Can you believe it will be 107 years since the Ship of Dreams sank? (more later)

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Can Katie fight her scandalous attraction to Captain Lord Blackthorn?

Romance is in the air on the Titanic . . . a sexy, gentleman gambler, a beautiful Irish girl, and an enchanting countess.

Or will the countess stand in her way?

I so loved writing this romance about these three characters, each with a secret to hide aboard the ship of dreams. A lot can happen in four days aboard ship . . . events that will change their lives forever in TITANIC RHAPSODY available on Amazon Kindle.

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The Princess and the Magic Shamrock for St. Patrick’s Day and A Romance Giveaway, too

Happy Patrick’s Day!

I’m thrilled to be part of this promo put together by the fabulous Aileen Harkwood — a wonderful author and the hardest working promotions expert I know.

My historical book for this promo is TITANIC RHAPSODY. Can you believe it will be 107 years since the Ship of Dreams sank? (more later)

First, here is more info re: the historicals’ giveaway and prizes from Aileen:

Historical romance and time travel romance fans, how would you like to take home a Jane Austen-them gift basket loaded with goodies? A reproduction historical love token? Maybe some historical romances on your wish list or an Amazon gift card? Enter March 11-31 for your chance to win!

LORDS & LOVE TOKENS GIVEAWAY
Jane Austen Gift Basket 1st Prize!

Nothing is more romantic than a love that survives or spans the sweep of time. Our book fair has something for everyone, from Medieval to Regency to 20th Century romance. Every book, 2.99 or less. A FREE exclusive download and bonus giveaway, too!

Giveaway entry page:

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Can Katie fight her scandalous attraction to Captain Lord Blackthorn?

Romance is in the air on the Titanic . . . a sexy, gentleman gambler, a beautiful Irish girl, and an enchanting countess.

Or will the countess stand in her way?

I so loved writing this romance about these three characters, each with a secret to hide aboard the ship of dreams. A lot can happen in four days aboard ship . . . events that will change their lives forever in TITANIC RHAPSODY available on Amazon Kindle.

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Lord and Love Tokens Giveaway Enter March 11-31 and Jane Austen socks too

I’m thrilled to be part of this promo put together by the fabulous Aileen Harkwood — a wonderful author and the hardest working promotions expert I know.

My historical book for this promo is TITANIC RHAPSODY. Can you believe it will be 107 years since the Ship of Dreams sank? (more later)

First, here is more info re: the historicals’ giveaway and prizes from Aileen:

Historical romance and time travel romance fans, how would you like to take home a Jane Austen-them gift basket loaded with goodies? A reproduction historical love token? Maybe some historical romances on your wish list or an Amazon gift card? Enter March 11-31 for your chance to win!

LORDS & LOVE TOKENS GIVEAWAY
Jane Austen Gift Basket 1st Prize!

Nothing is more romantic than a love that survives or spans the sweep of time. Our book fair has something for everyone, from Medieval to Regency to 20th Century romance. Every book, 2.99 or less. A FREE exclusive download and bonus giveaway, too!

Giveaway entry page:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-giveaway/

 

Book Fair page with bonus giveaway:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-book-fair/

 

Direct link to Rafflecopter:

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Exciting prizes!

Check out all the fab historicals on the Book Fair Page — and now here is more info about TITANIC RHAPSODY

Can Katie fight her scandalous attraction to Captain Lord Blackthorn?

Romance is in the air on the Titanic . . . a sexy, gentleman gambler, a beautiful Irish girl, and an enchanting countess.

Or will the countess stand in her way?

I so loved writing this romance about these three characters, each with a secret to hide aboard the ship of dreams. A lot can happen in four days aboard ship . . . events that will change their lives forever in TITANIC RHAPSODY available on Amazon Kindle.

US: http://a.co/1wSE0rb

UK: http://amzn.eu/hGXYjfa

Titanic Rhapsody from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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The Princess and the Carnival Masque for Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras is here! Have plans?

Come along with me and meet a girl who didn’t have any confidence in herself (don’t I know — I’ve been there) to look for the man of her dreams!!

Until she wandered into a mysterious old mask shop in Venice and  . . . well, you’ll see!

 

 

1862: When the Tooth Fairy went to war to help the soldiers…

The Tooth Fairy took on a new role during the Civil War. She fought long and hard to help the soldiers keep their teeth, not take them. If a soldier had a toothbrush, it was homemade.

Brushes didn’t show up as commercially made until 1885. Most used a “chewing stick” made from a twig from a tree or bush.

Chomping on hardtack didn’t help. Called tooth-dullers by the soldiers, they tried to soften them in coffee, but often cracked a tooth.

No wonder the Tooth Fairy was so into preventive care.

You see, for a man (or woman disguised as a man) to join the army of the North or the South, they needed a good set of teeth.

As you can see in the excerpt below from LOVE ME FOREVER

Flynt grabbed the young officer and a flash of heat shot through him, a sensation so unexpected it shook his senses to the core.

My God, what’s this?

A woman’s breasts?

He drew back, puzzled then disturbed. Warm nights . . . silken sheets . . . perfume.

He couldn’t speak. He was dumbfounded, his entire being shaken. He couldn’t move and he could barely breathe. He struggled to keep from blurting out his discovery.

The Rebel prisoner was a female.

Would his nurse give her away? Or was she waiting for him to say something? He couldn’t. He felt a stirring within him, something he didn’t want to admit, that brought a hardness between his loins. Did he dare imagine that a beautiful woman existed under all that blood and dirt? He’d heard stories about women enlisting in the army, both North and South, and fighting as men. A good set of teeth to rip open a bullet cartridge, a trigger finger that worked, and a firm handshake was all that was required to join up. It was no secret the promise of a steady paycheck was often the reason behind such reckless female behavior.

That didn’t solve his immediate problem.

Flynt couldn’t see her face under the broad-brimmed hat, but the fullness of her breasts was quite evident when she fell against him. She was tall, making her charade as a man believable, with a leanness about her uncommon to most women he knew. Too often they bound their bodies with boned corsets and rounded hip pads.

He released her, though not willingly. Her lean figure added to her appeal. She was strong and lithe, like the mountain cats he’d hunted west of the Mississippi, but she was no country girl. Her manner of speaking, though strange to his ears, told him she was well educated.

An adventuress? Or was she a female physician? That would explain her disguise since women in the medical field were rare.

Her presence put him off balance, but he couldn’t stop a smile from curving over his lips.

Who is she? he wanted to know.

More important, what was he going to do with her?

Meet Liberty Jordan:

Women Soldiers in the Civil War from “Love Me Forever” from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

So keep our Tooth Fairy happy. Take care of your teeth!!

~Jina

If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner below.

Love_Me_Forever_500x798LOVE ME FOREVER

She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
And time.

LOVE ME FOREVER is a Kindle Scout winner and is now available from Kindle Press at Amazon.com

Meet the Princess and the Stilettos for Valentine’s Day and “Virgin Kiss” short story

Valentine’s Day is here!

This is one of my favorite videos I made about princesses:

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And here is VIRGIN KISS

I wrote this fun short story about a high school freshman and her first kiss disaster — here’a preview of Virgin Kiss:

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Riley Murphy is a kissing virgin, waiting for the right guy to come along. Until she joins the Drama Club at Holywell High and has to kiss the class dweeb on stage in front of the whole school on Valentine’s Day.
Virgin Kiss is a short story

What’s in a kiss? A kiss by any other name is—

—sweet, romantic, intimate, passionate, wet, sloppy, disgusting, probing, awful, nasty, sexy, tingly, and sometimes just plain wonderful.

But what if it’s your first kiss? And what if you have to pucker up in front of a live audience? What then?

Pass the Altoids, please.

The kiss-from-hell happened to me, Riley Murphy. Let me set the stage for you.

I was the new kid at Holywell High School, a shy, skinny freshman with cinnamon-colored freckles sprinkled across my nose. And flat-chested. Not exactly Miss Popularity with the bouncy boobs and flirty lashes. More like an olive stuck on the end of a toothpick.

Even with that dossier, I wasn’t a total dork. I’d gotten pecks on the cheek with quick brushes on the lips, but I’d yet to experience the soul-melting kisses you see in the flicks. The passionate lip-lock I dreamed about, wrote about in my diary. I pined for that kiss, but it didn’t happen. No doubt I’d be in graduate school facing lifelong debt before the right pair of lips met mine.

To overcome my shyness, my mom convinced me to try out for the Drama Club. Somehow I landed the leading role in a one-act Chekhov play. Yes, Chekhov. I played this mad, beautiful countess with passion and heart. I loved it. I came alive on stage. I could do anything, be anybody, say anything, I could—

—kiss the male lead?

A gangly sophomore named Harold Brimwell with long greasy hair and an upper lip curled in a perpetual snarl? He was going to anoint my virgin lips with my first big kiss?

Forget the Altoids. I needed a stress pill.

I quit the play. They could find another dupe. Not me. I wasn’t going to let him use my lips for kissing practice.

Then I heard this little voice in my head telling me this was acting, right? Going through the motions at rehearsals and on stage didn’t count on the kissing scale. I could pucker up with him and still be a kissing virgin.

After that, I sailed through rehearsals, knowing my lines, and “connecting to my character,” according to the director, who insisted on method acting. That’s how the trouble started. We didn’t rehearse the kiss. He wanted a real kiss on stage, he said, not some phony smooch.

I panicked. This was not what I’d planned. Worse yet, we opened on Valentine’s Day with a preview performance at the afternoon school assembly. Not only did I have to kiss this guy, I had to do it on the most romantic day of the year in front of the entire student body.

I dumped the Altoids down the toilet.

Valentine’s Day dawned rainy and cold. Perfect weather for a Russian play.

I arrived at the gym early, put on my makeup in the girls’ bathroom, then hooked up my long Victorian black lace dress, the silk petticoats rustling around my feet. I checked my props, including a dainty parasol, dueling gloves, and a small pistol. I saved putting on my lipstick for last. It had to be perfect.

First, I gargled mint-flavored mouthwash until my lips turned green and my mouth went numb. Next, I lined my lips with Chekhovian dark red lipstick and smacked my lips together. Perfect. I was ready for my lip close-up.

It’s showtime.

I was nervous when the lights came up, but after the first few minutes I relaxed. My training took over and I was “in the moment.” The dueling scene went off without the pistols misfiring and that meant it was time for…

the kiss.

My co-star walked toward me with that “I’ve got you now” look fired up in his eyes, his lower lip snarling. I freaked. My stomach did flip-flops. My teeth chattered. My mouthwash stopped working.

It was so quiet in the high school gym you could hear the director chewing on the end of his pencil. My heart pounded as I held my breath when he pulled me into his arms and—

—slammed his mouth into mine. Bile rose in my throat as he pushed my lips apart and thrust his mushy, saliva-coated gum into my mouth, making me nauseous. Then he shoved his tongue down my throat, nearly gagging me. I started choking.

I can’t breathe. I thought I was going to pass out, but I was determined not to faint. I had to get him off me.

With stars circling my pounding head, I pulled up my strength and kicked him in the shin. Startled, he jerked backward, but not before he bit my lower lip. I tasted blood, but it wasn’t over.

He held me tighter, slobbering all over me, licking my face, my throat, coating my skin with stringy gum. The audience went crazy, yelling and shouting like they were at a basketball game and I was the bouncing ball.

I had to do something. Fast.

The pistol.

I panicked. Where was it? After the mock dueling scene, I threw the prop gun down on the round table. It had to be there, but where?

I reached out behind me, my nails catching on the lace doily, edging the gun toward me, an inch at a time. Sweat oozed down my too-tight collar and my knees started to buckle, but I didn’t give up. I couldn’t let him take advantage of me.

Almost got it…there. My fingers wrapped around the pearl-inlayed handle. Without losing my nerve, I grabbed the pistol and jammed the prop into his ribs. Hard. I yanked my body with such fury, I ripped the black lace sleeve out of the armpit. It slid down my shoulder, but that didn’t stop me.

“Get your hands off me, you sloppy kissing, gum-chewer!” I yelled, ignoring the script and re-writing Chekhov. “Or I’ll plug you.”

The director gasped. Loudly.

“Yeah, sure,” Harold stuttered, letting me go, and then backing away. “Anything you say.”

“That’s telling him!” someone yelled from the audience.

Amy Zanderbar. His ex-girlfriend.

Seems I hit a nerve with the females sitting in the bleachers who’d had their share of bad kissers. They loved it. The audience started clapping wildly and stomping their feet, shouting for me to let him have it.

I was tempted to push him off the stage and give them what they wanted, but my thespian instincts kicked in and I got back into character, giving Chekhov his due and ending the play as he’d written it.

The poor darling. I’m certain he had a restless sleep in his grave that night.

We performed the one-act play for the next few nights without further incident, faking the kiss each time. My co-star was cool, not attempting any more way-out kissing. For me, it was strictly acting. As far as I was concerned, I was still a virgin in lip-land.

I haven’t forgotten that V-Day and my experience with the gum-toting, kissing bandit. Not a bad guy, just a rotten kisser.

And in case you’re curious, as time went by, I did find the right pair of lips to land that first kiss. A hottie senior. Jack Dayne. Sexy and perfect.

And when I did, I discovered a kiss isn’t just a kiss, it’s…

magic.

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PS — yes, Riley is me, a shy freshman back in the day.

I still remember the black-beaded Victorian dress I wore when I performed the part of Elena.

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