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God, she was all woman: My Sexy Saturday 88 Love Me Forever Day 21

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My Sexy Saturday #88!! Click on this LINK or the graphic above to go to Blog Hop List!

Here’s how it works: Lynn Crain head up this amazing blog every week with a new theme; it’s up to the authors to post 7 paragraphs, 7 words, or 7 sentences. Sexy, of course. Please visit the other authors, too.

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This week’s theme from Lynn’s My Sexy Saturday website: “We all know that love happens and we want to know all about those special moments where those entities realize there is an emotional bond between one another through their words and actions. It can happen on an average day, during the night, in the middle of a zombie invasion or maybe a place where it’s hard to tell the day from the night like in a submarine or deep in space. The one thing we do know it’s going to be hot…hot…HOT!”

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Mmm…I don’t know about you, but my temp rises whenever I’m around a hot guy like this…he’s the Union Army major in my Civil War time travel, LOVE ME FOREVER.

My heroine, Liberty, disguised as a Confederate officer, has traveled back to 1862 and saved the life of a wounded soldier with the bandage in her rented re-enactor uniform.

Confusing the heck out of our hero.

Her medical knowledge intrigues him, but it doesn’t take him long to guess there’s a gorgeous woman under that uniform…and that’s when things really get interesting when Liberty asks him about checking a patient’s fever with a thermometer and he tells her his unit doesn’t have one. That the Union Army Medical Corps claimed to have a few of the clinical instruments, but no one bothers to use them.

“Then how do you measure fever?” she wanted to know.

“By touching the patient,” he said.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Since chills often accompany fever, nothing more is needed.” He laid his hand on her arm and fought to keep his wits about him. She flinched.

“So tell me, Major,” she said, tantalizing him with her voice, “what is your diagnosis?”

“I’d say the patient is quite feverish,” he said, holding her tight.

God, she was all woman.

 

 

LOVE ME FOREVER

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

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LOVE ME FOREVER is on Kindle Scout — you can read the first 5,000 words HERE. You’ll meet both my heroines and both my heroes in the excerpt. If you nominate my story and it’s published by Kindle Scout, then you’ll receive a free copy!

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!!

I’ll be back tomorrow with more about LOVE ME FOREVER and the Civil War…

If anyone feels like sharing a vote…I’ll be forever grateful! I’d love to get back on the HOT list at Kindle Scout!!  

Thank you for your support…

~Jina

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It’s a jungle out there: Love Me Forever needs some lovin’…

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I’m into the twentieth day of my Kindle Scout campaign…and yes, because of your wonderful support, my book has spent a lot of time on the Hot & Trending list…I have confidence in my big, family saga. I’m sure we’ll hit the list again.

Thank you!!

LOVE ME FOREVER

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

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LOVE ME FOREVER is on Kindle Scout — you can read the first 5,000 words HERE. You’ll meet both my heroines and both my heroes in the excerpt. If you nominate my story and it’s published by Kindle Scout, then you’ll receive a free copy!

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!!

I’ll be back tomorrow with more about LOVE ME FOREVER and the Civil War…

If anyone feels like sharing a vote…I’ll be forever grateful!

Thank you for stopping by.

~Jina

Sex and Time Travel: My Sexy Saturday 87 Love Me Forever Day 14

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My Sexy Saturday #87!! Click on this LINK or the graphic above to go to Blog Hop List!

Here’s how it works: Lynn Crain head up this amazing blog every week with a new theme; it’s up to the authors to post 7 paragraphs, 7 words, or 7 sentences. Sexy, of course. Please visit the other authors, too.

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This week’s theme from Lynn’s My Sexy Saturday website: “This week’s theme is Are You Sexy and those characters who are sexy yet very comfortable about it. They’re comfortable about being in their own skin, being the best at something, heck, they’re comfortable on almost everything. But there is one thing they having quite mastered: love.”

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Oh, yes, does that fit my time-traveling heroine, Liberty Jordan, in LOVE ME FOREVER. Dressed as a Confederate officer, she bumps up against the handsome Union Army major when she trips over a bedpan…her breasts pressing against his muscular chest…giving her secret away when the surgeon enlists her help with the wounded in the battlefield hospital after the battle of Antietam:

She looked up at the major, surprised that her initial fears at finding herself back in 1862 were replaced with a growing need to be near him. She broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of leaving him. His eyes searched her out, telling her not to be afraid, that he’d protect her.

Did he know she was a woman?

She was certain he discovered her charade when he touched her earlier. But he kept it to himself. Why, she didn’t know. Now his hand brushed against hers and her world spun. She surrendered to the reality of what she felt for him. The numbness filling her since she was pulled back through the years dissipated. Poof! Suddenly she was ravenously hungry, aching in every bone of her body.

Hot, and then cold.

And now this.

Sexual desire shot through her, confusing her.

I want this man to kiss me, hold me. God, I want him.

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LOVE ME FOREVER is on Kindle Scout — you can read the first 5,000 words HERE. You’ll meet both my heroines and both my heroes in the excerpt. If you nominate my story and it’s published by Kindle Scout, then you’ll receive a free copy! 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!!

I’ll be back tomorrow with more about LOVE ME FOREVER and the Civil War…

Thank you for stopping by…………..

If anyone feels like sharing a vote…I’ll be forever grateful! As I post this, LOVE ME FOREVER is Hot & Trending on Kindle Scout!

~Jina

Thank you for stopping by…………..and don’t forget to visit the MY SEXY SATURDAY BLOG HOP for this week!
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My Virgin Kiss on My Sexy Saturday # 79…the awful truth

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My Sexy Saturday #79!! Click on this LINK or the graphic above to go to Blog Hop List!

Lynn Crain is a fab blogger and author. Give this girl a hand! She’s a tireless worker and a nice person. A special thank you and cyber chocolate to Lynn on this Valentine’s Day.

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Now for today’s 7 sexy paragraphs with a V-Day twist — VIRGIN KISS is a YA short story, a very short story, and it’s FREE this Saturday and Sunday on Kindle!!

Kisses and Chocolate…

Perfect for Valentine’s Day.

Chocolate is always good, but what if your first kiss, and I mean your VIRGIN KISS, on V-Day is just plain awful?

That’s what happened to Riley Murphy, a new student at Holywell High. Here’s how it starts in 7 kissing paragraphs:

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 Luke Vanmeer 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.

Find out what  happens when Luke tries to embarrass Riley on stage in front of the whole school on Valentine’s Day… VIRGIN KISS is FREE Feb 14th and 15th, Saturday and Sunday!!

And check out the video with Riley:

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He’s so sexy…even for a billionaire on My Sexy Saturday #75

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Eye candy.

Who doesn’t love getting turned on by a man in a suit.

Wait. What did I say? A man in a suit? Not naked?

See for yourself.

Kacie Bennett, the heroine in my sexy novella, COME FLY WITH ME, can’t help but stare at Jace Chantiers at the London airport. After all, he just offered her a first class ticket home with no strings attached. Now, I’m asking you, what would you give to sit next to this guy on an 11-hour flight?

This week’s My Sexy Saturday theme is “I’m so sexy.” I thought it would be fun to see what knocks Kacie on her butt when she sees this guy who’s just being…well, a billionaire. He can’t help himself…he’s just so sexy!!

Here we go. 7 paragraphs of “I’m so sexy…” from COME FLY WITH ME:

What he was doing hanging out at the airline ticket counter, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. He was in a primo class all by himself. His midnight blue pin-striped suit emphasized the breadth of his shoulders. Crisp white collar hugged his tanned neck. Blue silk shirt. Dark hair cut in a sophisticated style. Stubble beard that emphasized his strong jaw. Black overcoat slung over his shoulder.

He had the polish of a GQ model and the sex appeal of a rogue.

It didn’t add up.

Any girl would count herself lucky to be in her spot. Why shouldn’t she take him up on his offer and think about it later?

He had everything going for him. Thick dark hair that spiked over one eye at just the right angle to a squared-off jaw to dark granite eyes that flashed a signal too dangerous to ignore.

And he was tall, something this girl in her size nines would die for. So tall, she had to look up to him.

Six five without taking a breath.

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And to make Jace Chantiers completely irresistible, Click Here to get your FREE copy of COME FLY WITH ME today, Saturday, January 17th on Amazon Kindle. The entire novella takes place at the airport and on board the airbus on a flight from London to San Francisco.

How can you resist?

~Jina

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New Year’s with my favorite billionaire on My Sexy Saturday #74

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We’re all about New Year’s Resolutions this week on My Sexy Saturday–and the fun stuff you never saw coming when you made them…

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Kacie’s desperate to get home and all the flights are booked…then she gets stopped at security because the TSA agent thinks the lipstick vibrator is hers…that’s the least of her problems when she accepts a first class ticket from Jace Chantiers, a sexy billionaire the British tabloid, The Daily Sneek, calls “the sexiest man alive.”

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If Kacie wants to get home to save her sister from marrying the wrong man, she has no choice but to spend the 11-hour flight sitting next to this gorgeous hunk.

It’s New Year’s Eve…

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So here we go with 7 sexy paragraphs about what happens when a bad boy billionaire hooks up with a lonely good girl at 30,000 feet in the air…

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Excerpt from COME FLY WITH ME

“Ever heard of the mile high club?” he asked.

“Yes,” she admitted without thinking. What was in that beer?

“Nothing can compete with an orgasm at thirty thousand feet,” he said in a casual manner, lifting her chin. “You should try it sometime.”

She took a deep breath. “Should I?” Is it that obvious I haven’t had sex for so long my libido runs in silent mode?

“It’s like caviar,” he quipped. “Light and airy like a mermaid’s breath, the clean scent of the ocean filling your mouth. You’ll wonder what took you so long.”

“Are you suggesting I add caviar to the menu at The 3 Bees?”* She was curious how far he’d go with his game.

“Only if you try it yourself first,” he dared her with a smile so warm and engaging she melted like caramel over slow heat. “What do you say? It’s up to you.”

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*Note: The 3 Bees is what the locals call Kacie’s family business: Bennett’s Bed & Breakfast.

 

Does Kacie get her mile high club card on this sexy New Year’s Eve?

Find out in Come Fly With Me available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited for only 99 cents!!

~Jina

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A Soldier’s Italian Christmas on My Sexy Saturday #70

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This week on My Sexy Saturday # 70, in A Soldier’s ASoldiersItalianChristmas_256_384Italian Christmas  we go back to a time of war when Italy was a hotbed of Nazis trying to keep the American Army from reaching Rome…

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.

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The ravages of combat have taken a toll on Captain Mack O’Casey, who has lost his faith after seeing the horrors of war as the Nazis fight hard to keep the Allies from reaching Rome. His beliefs are challenged even more when he loses his way and ends up in a mystical place called Monte D’Oro Rose during the cold winter of 1943…and falls in love with the beautiful Sister Angelina.

The young nun has a secret of her own, one she will die trying to protect: the lost Cross of Saint Cecelia. She must find the religious relic first before the brutal Nazi major who will stop at nothing to get it. Even murder. Sister Angelina risks her life to save the cross for the Church, but will she also risk her heart? Falling in love with the handsome American soldier is against the rules, but she can’t deny the stolen moments with him have made her question her vows.

It is Christmas Eve when these two lonely people come together on this holiest of holidays and how faith helps them overcome their greatest fears. A time when the whole world holds its breath as brave men and women fight for freedom.

And a soldier and a nun dare to fall in love…

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Here are my 7 Paragraphs. Mack has taken refuge with the beautiful Sister Angelina–she was ready to shoot him in the dark until she realized he was an American GI. She’s asked him to stay for a hot meal…

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“Then I insist you both stay.” Sister Angelina put down her weapon, a heavy old Smith and Wesson nickel revolver that Mack guessed belonged to Father Tom.

He watched her prepare the eggs and scrape together weak coffee. He didn’t realize how much he missed a home-cooked meal until now. Or was it because he enjoyed watching her that made it special? He put that thought out of his mind quick. He had no right to feel that way about her and he’d better get used to it. Mack poked around to take his mind off the pretty girl. He noticed potatoes and bread in the coffers.

He said, “I see you do a good business borrowing from the Nazis.”

She smiled. “God helps those who help themselves.”

She had grit all right. Most Italians were starving, resorting to eating horsemeat and peelings they found in the trash. Not here. No wonder Sister Angelina didn’t want visitors. She’d be shot if she were found stealing food. The thought set his teeth on edge.

“Suppose you and I do some exploring first, Sister, then we’ll eat,” Mack said, surprising her. “I want to see what we’re up against with this Nazi major you mentioned. How many men he has in the command post.”

“I understand, Captain,” she said, grinning. “You have what I believe you Americans call a date.

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What happens when the horrible Nazi major finds out Sister Angelina is stealing food? And that she’s guarding a priceless artifact from the Church? And when the young nun realizes she’s falling in love with the handsome Captain?

Find out in A Soldier’s Italian Christmas — available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited 

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Happy Holidays!

~Jina

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Come Fly with Me on My Sexy Saturday #69

 

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My Sexy Saturday #69!! Click on this LINK or the graphic above to go to Blog Hop List!

It’s all about family this week…and the gorgeous hero in COME FLY WITH ME, my new sexy contemp, doesn’t have anyone…poor baby, I mean, billionaire. Jace Chantiers is a sucker for a pretty woman, so when he overhears Kacie Bennett begging the airline ticket agent to get her a seat…any seat…on the last flight out of London on New Year’s Eve, he buys her a first class ticket home.

Check out my sexy 7 paragraphs for the scoop:

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The woman was trouble. An itch up his backside he shouldn’t scratch, but he did. Strange, but Jace was enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. She stoked a fire in his belly that didn’t go straight to his dick but to his brain. She issued him a challenge he couldn’t ignore and it was killing him.

When he heard her talking earlier on her cell, her voice cracking as she tried to find out what happened to her sister, he’d pulled the ticket agent aside and used his influence to find out more about her. Her story got to him. Desperate to get home, credit card limit too low for anything but economy. Baby sister in trouble. What else could he do but buy her the last empty seat on the special midnight flight to San Francisco? In first class. Next to him. She wasn’t his type, but she sure had a saucy attitude and confidence that took a man off his edge. Made him practically beg her to accept the damn ticket.

Jace had never done that for any woman. He’d always taken what he wanted. An old habit he couldn’t shake since he was growing up in a gritty beach town in SoCal and discovered no one would give a kid with no name a break. He never did get the smells of hot tar, dead jellyfish, and overripe trash out of his lungs and spent his life always one knockout punch away from the next fight.

Flying first class was one of the perks of getting out of that life. He preferred flying commercial over having his own jet. He liked watching people, seeing how they reacted to the world around them, not sitting by himself in a private plane. Alone.

Not bad for a punk who had nothing for wheels but a broken down skateboard when he was a teen. Now he was at the top of his game, a frequent flier and well-acquainted with the luxury of the airbus. So when this voluptuous babe with the golden-girl legs went on a verbal sparring match with him, it made him sit up and take notice. Women always wanted something from him.

Kacie didn’t.

He couldn’t let her go until he found out why.

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Come Fly With Me is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

Happy Thanksgiving!!

~Jina

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A Naughty Christmas Carol on My Sexy Saturday Week #67

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My Sexy Saturday is into sexy “firsts” this week!

First kiss, first meet..but what if you traveled back to college and saw your first love having an orgasm?

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Sounds like fun…especially if you’re Nick Radnor in “A Naughty Christmas Carol” — what if Scrooge was a New York hottie? That’s Nick, but in spite of his millions, I mean, billions, he still has a hankering for his first love, Monique. In the scene below, it’s Christmas Eve and Nick is on a whirlwind tour of his past with the Ghost of Christmas Past.

She takes him back to the time when his younger self sneaked out to the country and had phone sex with his first girlfriend, Monique, while he watched her through the window…

Excerpt from “A Naughty Christmas CarolMy Sexy Saturday 7 Paragraphs:

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Deep breath. Focus on what she’s doing. Don’t let her take you out of the pocket.

This is for her.

Yours comes later. Years later if you have the brains to make love to her like you used to.

Nick was so absorbed in watching Monique about to have an orgasm, he didn’t realize the ghost had put her hand over his heart. Time to go. He stiffened when he felt himself melting like snow in the split instant Monique yelled that she was coming.

Watching her arch her back as her whole body convulsed singed his brain with an image he’d never forget as he heard her let out a long cry of utter pleasure.

“Monique, Monique!” Nick called out, but she couldn’t hear him.

Before he could take a breath, his 3-D video game flipped over to a new screen and he found himself at a company Christmas party.

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Poor Nick. He’s starting to realize that having all the money in the world doesn’t mean a thing without the woman he loves.

I had a real blast writing this modern version of the Dickens’ classic with Scrooge as a Wall Street trader who gets the scare of his life when three very sexy female ghosts try to save his life on this naughty Christmas Eve…

Read more on Amazon Kindle! Available on Kindle and KindleUnlimited.

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Note: A Naughty Christmas Carol contains erotic content and light BDSM.

Thanks for stopping by on this very Sexy Saturday!! Don’t forget to check out the other blogs

Best,

Jina

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Titanic Rhapsody: Relive a Night to Remember April 14, 1912 on Spring Fever Blog Hop

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Crossing the English Channel has always held a wildly mystical attraction for me, whether it was war-weary soldiers returning home from battle or long-suffering French aristocrats escaping Madame Guillotine. There was something brave and noble about standing on the deck of a ship with a fierce wind blowing in your face, angry waves crashing against the hull and sea spray wetting your lips with a briny taste.

Or so I believed. I had my own narrow escape from the ravages of the cold sea on such a trip. I never forgot it.

Boarding the ship at Oostende, Belgium with only my backpack and naïveté for company, I was eager to get to London to visit a friend studying there. So what if the ferry was overbooked and the weather was stormy? I was tough, I could take it.

I nearly froze to death when I lost my balance as the ship rolled on the swell of the sea and I slid across the deck like a greased seal. I ended up cold and wet and hanging onto the rail for dear life.

I never forgot my youthful folly and many times while writing about the sinking of the Titanic, I pulled up those emotions to try to understand what my characters were experiencing on that fateful night, April 14, 1912, when the ship hit an iceberg.

Bitter cold, calm sea and freezing water.

Let me recreate the scene for you at 11:40 p.m. that night.

Contrary to what some films and TV shows have depicted, most passengers were asleep or reading in their cabins when the Titanic hit the iceberg. They were not enjoying a party-like atmosphere in the dining saloons drinking champagne and dancing. The public rooms closed down around 11 pm in all classes. It is true that diehard poker players like my hero in Titanic Rhapsody, Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn, were busily engaged in a game of poker or bridge whist in the smoking room.

The Titanic glided as smoothly as a haughty swan over the sea on that starlit night. No moon. Which is why it has been speculated that the two lookouts didn’t see the one-hundred-foot tall iceberg until the last minute (they had no binoculars—a ship’s officer was transferred at the last moment and took the key to the locker with the binoculars with him).

“Iceberg right ahead!” shouted the lookout into his telephone to the bridge. He rang the bell three times.

For thirty-seven seconds the two lookouts waited as the ship appeared to be heading straight for the iceberg. The ship’s first officer tried to avoid the berg and ordered the ship turned to port (left). What happened next no one saw coming…

The Titanic was cruising close to top speed in spite of the iceberg warnings. This was not unusual. According to the thinking of that time, Captain Smith was justified in getting through the ice region as quickly as possible. What he didn’t know was that the ship was on a direct collision course with the berg, a huge mass of ice that had traveled farther south than was ever thought possible.

The cold Labrador Current swirled around the iceberg to form a protective layer, which insulated it from the warming effects of the Gulf Stream and prevented it from melting.

Pushing the iceberg into the shipping lanes.

The Titanic never had a chance.

The White Star Line ship smashed into the iceberg along her starboard (right) side, slashing open a 295 foot gash that doomed the ship. The passengers snug in their beds or enjoying a hot whiskey and water in the smoking room had no idea that five possibly six of her sixteen compartments were flooded.

Or that the mail hold down on G deck was rapidly filling with water. Or that down in the boiler rooms the air was heavy with steam as the engineers tried to pump out the water in boiler room 5, praying the bulkheads would hold. (The hull plates of the Titanic were held in place with 3-lb. rivets—three million rivets total.)

Thomas Andrews, the ship’s designer, did a quick assessment of the damage—the Titanic could float with two, three, even four of her first watertight compartments gone, he said, but not five. The ship had an hour, no more than two to survive.

After conferring with Mr. Andrews, Captain Smith ordered the wireless operator to send out the distress signal CQD (the British landline operators’ signal “CQ” was for “all stations” with the addition of “D” by the Marconi company for added emphasis—danger ). He added an “SOS” (adapted because of its distinctive Morse Code pattern of three dots…three dashes…three dots) with the Titanic’s call letters: “MGY.”

Where are Katie and Jack, my heroine and hero in Titanic Rhapsody, when first class passengers feel a “jar” in their staterooms? Or when the steerage passengers are tossed about in their bunks only to find seawater seeping in under their cabin doors?

I wish I could tell you…but I can’t or I will spoil the romance. I will say that Katie and Jack experience all the fear and dread of the passengers that night when the Titanic hits the iceberg.

To give you a feeling of what happened during those last hours, we’ll go through what a first cabin lady experienced, then a second class gentleman, and finally, a family in steerage.

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If you’re a first cabin lady, you’re most likely asleep in your cabin where it’s cozy and warm with the electric heater going, the lights dim, when suddenly something jolts you awake. Strange, you think, but nothing to be alarmed about. You try to go back to sleep until you realize the engines have stopped. Here, in the middle of the Atlantic?

You’re curious, but not worried since everyone says the ship is unsinkable. You throw a heavy coat over your nightdress and peek outside, running down the corridor in your soft satin slippers. Others are about, gossiping, yawning, until the bedroom steward in a very nice manner tells you to put on your lifebelt and go up on deck.

In this cold? you ask him. Yes, he tells you, though he assures you it’s merely a matter of precaution. Begrudgingly, you tell your lady’s maid to help you put on your corset, then fasten on the lifebelt made of six squares of cork. All the while the girl frets about, saying you’re all doomed. At the last moment, you grab your gloves and hat and scarf and join the other ladies and gents on the Boat deck.

Ah, there’s nothing to worry about, you decide, relieved. The ship’s musicians are playing a lively ragtime tune and everyone is chatting about the chunks of ice on the forward well deck—then a ship’s officer orders you into a lifeboat. Yes, orders you, like you’re a common servant. Why, the nerve of the man.

Women and children first, he says. What about the gentlemen? You hear someone whisper men are being allowed into the boats on the starboard side, but not here. Why get into the boats at all? you wonder, believing you’re safer on the ship than that small boat.

Then someone says the Titanic is sinking…

It can’t be that serious, can it? you wonder, not believing it possible You wait with your maid on the port side of the ship, watching the ladies being separated from their husbands and put into the lifeboats. Boats not even half-filled. No need to hurry. You hear someone say they’ll be laughing about this over breakfast.

Really? You start to shiver from the bitter cold…frosty puffs of air come out of your mouth when you speak. Unbelievable noise fills your ears. From the boilers, someone says. Ladies screaming as they’re pulled from their husbands’ arms. Then you notice the ship is listing heavily to one side. Well, what are you waiting for? Get into the damn lifeboat!

You don’t protest when a seaman tosses you into a boat. Then your maid. After all, you’re the lucky ones, you realize as the boat is lowered over the side and hits the water. The lifeboat pulls away from the ship so as not to be pulled down by the suction when the ship sinks…yes, it is true. The Titanic is going down.

You put your shoulder to the oar and row…listening to the whispers that a rescue ship is on the way…the Carpathia. Will it arrive in time?

Will it?

Not if you’re a gentleman in second class…

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You’re anxious to get to New York and start your new job—and thrilled to be on the Titanic’s maiden voyage. Who would have thought you’d find yourself walking the second class promenade deck late at night, your hands in your pocket, your mind on the pretty girl you met earlier in the day? Still, you’ve no time for romance. You’ve got family back in England needing the money you’ll send home to them. It’s nearly midnight. Time to turn in for the night.

You head for the second class staircase when—

Wait, what was that? Did you feel a bump?

You rush to the starboard side—good God, was that an iceberg? Did we hit it? you wonder. No alarm sounds, though you don’t find out until later the Titanic has no PA system and relies on the three hundred stewards to alert the passengers to put on their lifebelts and go topside.

You wait, noting the other passengers seem calm and no one is in a hurry to get into the lifeboats. Then you spy the pretty girl you had your eye on over on the port side. She’s trying to convince her aunt to get into a lifeboat. She’s grateful when you charm the older woman and talk her into getting into a boat with her niece following her. Then you see the girl waving at you as the boat is lowered over the side. She’s smiling. Tears in her eyes.

You’ll never forget that smile.

No time to waste. The chap you share a cabin with finds you and tosses you a lifebelt. The grim look on his face tells you that you’ll both need more than a lifebelt to make it. No men are allowed into the boats here on the port side, so you do your duty and assist the women and children getting into the boats.

It’s been more than two hours since the Titanic hit the iceberg and she’s listing heavily.

The last few minutes are chaotic. Men rush the lifeboats, then a shot rings out—they’re pushed back. You help a woman get into a boat, then someone hands you a baby. You give it to the woman before the boat is lowered.

No more wooden lifeboats left. You try to help the ship’s officers launch one of the four collapsibles when suddenly there’s a thunderous explosion. You’re blown clear of the ship, but after swimming long, hard strokes, your hands swell up, your legs go numb and your back feels like it’s breaking in two.

Cries, screams ringing in your head, people clinging to you, clutching you around the throat, dragging you down underwater. You can’t breathe, you’re choking. Then the cold…the bitter, freezing cold

The last thing you remember is the pretty girl’s smiling face…

But what if you can’t get topside? It is time to speak of the steerage passengers, who until now have waited patiently for a steward to bring them up on top to get into the lifeboats.

Well, not all the third class passengers have been patient.

How could you be if you’re a good wife and mother and your family’s lot depends on you getting to the lifeboats?

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Holy Mary, you’ve had time of it since you boarded the Titanic at Queenstown. Getting the two little ones, Mary and Bridget, settled in their bunks with Danny, a lad of ten, wanting so to follow his da around the ship.

And then there’s Patrick, your man. A strong, blustering bloke with strong hands and a big heart. Him always ready to enjoy a pint after a hard day’s work and eager to give you a hug and a kiss when you’re weary from toiling from dawn till night.

“You’ll have a better life in America,” he promises you, after buying passage on the grand ship. And now look at the lot of you. Huddling in the stairway down here on E deck like drowned rats after the seawater came flooding into your cabin. The ship hit an iceberg, they say, split her open where you’re quartered in the fore part of the ship in the married couples section.

And would you believe the likes of them stewards shouting and hollering to put on lifebelts that don’t exist? Only through the help of the good Lord did Patrick find belts for you and the children. And now they won’t let you through the gate to go topside?

“Have you no heart, man?” Patrick yells to the steward, asking him to let his family through. No, he tells him, you have to wait. Then you put your hands over the girls’ ears when Patrick lets go with a barrage of expletives and his fists. He pushes the steward aside and bangs on the barrier. With help from the other men, down it goes with a loud crash.

Then Patrick picks up the girls, one in each arm, and orders you to grab Danny and go ahead of him. Up the stairs you go, the companionway taking you up to the next deck. Then someone says go through the second class door and somehow through Divine grace you find your way up on top.

Oh, such chaos you’ve never seen. People yelling and rushing about like frightened mice with their tails caught in the jaws of a hungry cat. Patrick, good man that he is, doesn’t stop. From boat to boat he goes until he finds one that will take you and the girls. And Danny.

But not him.

“Women and children first,” orders the ship’s officer, shaking his head. Patrick nods. He knew all along there’s no place for him, but he didn’t let anything stop him until his family was saved.

God bless him.

“A kiss to you, lass,” he says, brushing your lips with his, then he tosses you into the boat and it’s lowered away. You huddle in the lifeboat with your children close to you. The sea is so calm, so smooth, the piercing screams and pitiful pleas for help sound sharp and clear in your ears, but you can’t cry. That will come later. Now you have to be strong. For the girls and Danny.

Patrick would want it that way.

And there you have it. A trio of passengers and how they fare on that fateful night. Then at 2:20 a.m. on April 15, 1912, the Titanic breaks in two and sinks into the North Atlantic, a pale gray vapor hanging like smoke over the spot where she disappears.

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For the passengers and crew, cold and freezing in the lifeboats, it will be hours before the rescue ship Carpathia reaches them. Then it’s on to New York. Between twenty and thirty thousand people crowd Chelsea Piers when the Carpathia steams into New York Harbor around 8:30 p.m. on Thursday, April 18, 1912.

Even the aftermath of the Titanic is dramatic. Reporters hire their own tugboat to try to get to the passengers first and buy their exclusives stories; the newspapers blast the headlines for days about the society folks on board (third class passengers don’t fare as well—they’re sent to homeless shelters and their names don’t appear on the survivors’ list); and the U.S. Senate subcommittee holds hearings at the Waldorf-Astoria, interviewing first class passengers and crew.

We’ve come to the end of our journey on the Titanic and a grand tale it is. Before I go, I want to take one last look at the ship of dreams.

I want to take one more walk down her sweeping Grand Staircase with the great glass dome overhead like Katie O’Reilly, my heroine, does in Titanic Rhapsody. I see the stars peeking through, heavenly witnesses to all that is elegant and romantic.

A place of enchantment where everything is unique to this time, this place. Katie can’t believe she’s really here and neither can I.

I quicken my pace and leave the ship, knowing the Titanic will stay with me always.

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