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National Candy Cane Day…His & Hers

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Sweeeet…

~Jina

 

Bad Boy Scrooge is up to his naughty, naughty tricks…and he’s FREE today, too!

One picture is worth a thousand naughty bad boy Santas

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A Naughty Christmas Carol is FREE till midnight PST!!

See what’s in his present…

A Naughty Christmas Carol from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Man Candy: Zipper Day, oh yeah!

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Zippers.

What goes up must go down…

Oh yeah.

His? Yours? Or both.

Nothing more needs to be said. Enjoy!

Enjoy National Zipper Day! And all the fun that comes with it…

Sweet.

~Jina

Liberty Jordan, the heroine in my Civil War time travel romance , doesn’t have to worry about zippers back in 1862.

Corsets were a whole other matter:

First, she had to pass as a Southern lady.

“We’ll have lots of time to dress you up proper-like when we get to Rosebriar,” Bedelia said, fluffing out the bishop sleeves on Liberty’s bodice. “Seeing how you’re taking Miss Pauletta’s place—”

Liberty spun around, taffeta rustling in her ears, her senses alert to more than the girl’s idle chat. “What do you mean, I’m taking Miss Pauletta’s place?” she demanded, but the girl pursed her lips together tighter than the lacings on her corset.

Bedelia dropped her chin, her big, brown eyes staring at the cell floor as she pushed the toe of her delicate slipper into the damp dirt. “Miss Pauletta says it’s a secret, and I don’t tell no secrets.”

Liberty felt a kick in the gut at this new revelation and wondered why she ever agreed to this insane idea. She might be better off taking her chances in here. Then she remembered the major, his brooding dark eyes watching her, his expression conveying a curious amusement. She mulled that over, and an unexpected passion to know more about him made her body hum. She’d never have the chance if she didn’t escape from this place.

Really? He’s not for you. He thinks of you as nothing more than a Confederate physician. Even if he did know you’re woman, he’d think you an oddity. A female with a brain.

With a reluctant sigh, Liberty gave up her daydream and went about the task of turning herself into a lady. She fastened the hooks and eyes running up the front of the bodice, noting the rows of buttons were merely decorative. It was a perfect fit. Even the fancy jacket with the velvet piping worked in her favor. By the lingering scent of a soft perfume, she had the feeling this was the jacket the belle wore this morning. They were similar in size, though Liberty was taller. A slight dizziness made her lightheaded since the corset was so tight she could barely breathe. Worse yet, the pointy feminine-looking boots Bedelia handed her didn’t fit. Her feet hurt too much to wear them. Instead, she had no choice but to keep on her comfortable hiking boots.

“Miss Pauletta ain’t gonna like you wearing men’s shoes,” Bedelia said, rolling her eyes.

“They’re my feet, not hers,” Liberty insisted, stepping into the hoop skirt. Six-boned and nearly twelve feet in circumference. A big ruffle circled the bottom. “Good grief,” she mumbled out loud. “How am I supposed to escape in a hoop skirt?”

A smile crept over Bedelia’s lips. “Miss Pauletta said you’d know how.”

Liberty looked with skepticism at the girl, praying she was right. She was no born flirt, but she saw how Pauletta Sue wound every man around her finger. She doubted there was anyone better.

You look like her. So now act like her.”

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A Naughty Christmas Carol” How I turned Scrooge into a Sexy Alpha Male #ChristmasEve

I’ve always loved the Dickens’ classic about Scrooge and his scratchy quill pen.

But what if Scrooge worked on Wall Street and used a smart phone instead?

Sounds good, I thought, and set my fingers to tapping on my keyboard. I knew the story by heart, even the dialogue with Scrooge complaining about giving his clerk the day off on Christmas and sending the poor to workhouses.

But we live in a techie world with faxes, GPS, and Twitter. I had to update the story. And don’t forget, I wanted my Scrooge to be a sexy hunk. So I let my imagination run wild.

Here, let me show you:

Imagine you’re rushing around doing last minute Christmas shopping and you run smack into the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. He looks you over like he wants to strip off your clothes and bend you over his knee and spank you. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular chest filling out a well-cut $5,000 suit. Silky pin-striped tie, platinum cuff links. His deep blue eyes casting bold glances your way that your mama would never approve of. But you do.

Oh, my.

“Do you work around here?” you ask casually, loving the way he smells when he leans over to see if you’re okay. You nearly faint when you get a whiff of his aristocratic masculine scent. Sweet tobacco, musk. Cinnamon? Who cares? He smells divine.

“I work on Wall street,” he says, smiling.

A banker, nice.

It’s hard to get a taxi this time of day, he says, so he’ll send you home in his limo.

You can’t believe your luck. Is he one of those sexy billionaires you’ve been reading about?

You bet. You’re hooked. A Christmas present in your silk stocking and it’s only Christmas Eve.

He gives you his business card and invites you to have holiday brunch with him in his penthouse.

You’re beside yourself with glee as you rub your thighs together, lovely contractions making you hum a jingly tune.

Then you read his card:
Ebenezer Scrooge.

No, no, no

I hit the Delete button.

It ain’t gonna work.

No matter how handsome, how sexy, how rich, who’s going to fall in love with a guy named Ebenezer? Dickens’ curmudgeon with his ill-fitting suit and stovepipe hat isn’t exactly cover model material. No way would you want him swinging his cane over your butt.

Therein lies the rub: How was I going to make my Scrooge sexy?

And stay true to the Dickens’ classic?

A timeless story of the hero seeing the error of his ways.

That’s what we love about the story, watching him change. I wanted to take that idea a step further and write about an alpha male gone wrong who finds his way home through the love of a beautiful woman.

First, Scrooge needed a new name.

Nick Radnor.

“Nick had a cast iron stomach and tight abs. He was tall, handsome and could wheel and deal with the best of them. Talk on his cell to his bankers with one hand and find his way under the elastic band on his secretary’s black silk panties with the other.”

I had to make the other characters sexy as well. What if his faithful clerk, Mr. Cratchit, was a gorgeous blonde secretary named Jinger?

“Standing in the doorway, the six-foot tall blonde wore red high heels, a black garter belt and black stockings with a red-and-white striped candy cane strapped to her thigh. She wore nothing else but a leather collar around her neck studded with rhinestones and jingle bells.”

I decided my modern Scrooge would also have a beautiful fiancée named Monique:ANaughtyChristmasCarol500_333

“Monique Ashford had the face of an angel and the figure of a model. Came from an old Newport family…Her pink babydoll top barely concealed her full breasts and her tight white panties pinched the crack of her ass…”

Nick frequents Mamie’s, a gentleman’s club in the financial district. Since I write erotic romance, I made it a BDSM club:

“She [Mamie] first strapped on her plastic stilettos and diamond choker back in the Reagan years when she opened up shop in the Silk Stocking district in a swank six-room apartment once owned by a famous madam during the Depression. Business was good and her “private parties” soon began to draw customers from Wall Street…She schooled her girls in the art of the tease as well as how to walk, talk and bend over with grace.”

Marley the Ghost became Nick’s business partner, Charlie Harris, who died in the arms of a beautiful woman at Mamie’s.

A jovial but debauched son of a gun who played the game hard and liked his women rough.”

And we can’t forget the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future: three sexy female spirits with great bods and killer wardrobes. Not to mention magical powers.

Once I had my cast of characters (yes, I have a Tiny Tim character, too), now what?

I wanted to stay true to the Dickens’ classic, so I opened the story on Christmas Eve in Nick’s office. It’s late and Nick is working overtime when Jinger reminds him it’s time for holiday sex. No romance, just sex. And no promotion for Jinger either, Nick says. Not this year.

Nick sounds like a heartless one-percenter, doesn’t he? Just like Scrooge. I had to find out why Nick is so cold-hearted. It goes back to Christmas Eve when he was a kid and his corporate raider father gave him coal in his stocking every year. That’s why Nick hates Christmas.

Now we’re getting somewhere. We also meet Nick as a young man and discover that he wasn’t always a greedy businessman.

He’s cold and heartless now and he’s about to find out where that path is taking him when he convinces Mamie to open up her club for him late on Christmas Eve.

The old gal adores Nick, and not just his generous tips. Mamie sees something in him that no one else does: he’s a lost little boy. She also knows that Nick is still grieving over the sudden death of his business partner last Christmas Eve, Charlie.

When Charlie’s ghost shows up after a night of wild drinking and whipping, we’re off and running. The three ghosts make their appearance just like in the classic story. Three sexy babes who take Nick on a whirlwind tour of his past, present, and future with each episode tied to his beautiful fiancée, Monique.

Monique is the anchor in my story. She never stops believing in her man, no matter what. It is through her eyes that we fall in love with Nick, all the while hoping that he wakes up before it’s too late and he loses everything.

Including her.

“A Naughty Christmas Carol” was a blast for me to write. And yes, it has a happy ending. It’s an erotic and sexy 50 Shades of Grey Scrooge with three sexy female ghosts trying to save the soul of a Wall Street trader on this naughty Christmas Eve.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

~Jina

Check out my Naughty Christmas Carol  naughty excerpt on my website


Man Candy: National Zipper Day

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Love’em or not, we’re stuck with ’em. Zippers. Or should I ask, is your zipper stuck? Mmm…not a bad idea. What comes up must go down…

Couldn’t resist posting this fun graphic I designed. Letting off steam after my 30-day campaign for my Kindle Scout Civil War time travel, Love Me Forever. It’s in review now, but when I have an update, I’ll be sure to post!!

For now, enjoy National Zipper Day! And all that comes with it…

~Jina

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

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My Sexy Saturday #75! Click on this LINK or the graphic above to go to Blog Hop List!

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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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National Chocolate Candy Day

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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 Candy Cane Day…His & Hers

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Sweeeet…

~Jina

 

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

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