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My Wild Elevator Ride: or why I should keep my mouth shut about writing sexy novels
Writers get lonely. We need to socialize, talk. Discover there is a world beyond our computers. So I came up with this fun character who is a writer and what happens when she goes out into the world and goes on a wild elevator ride…
I hope you enjoy my short story.
~Jina
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My Wild Elevator Ride
I work in a cubicle surrounded by books, computers, and ideas.
I get lonely.
Very lonely. Hey, a girl can only fantasize so much about meeting a sexy guy who’ll knock her bunny slippers off. (I don’t wear shoes when I’m writing.)
So when I go out, which isn’t often when you’re trying to promote your work online and get through the quagmire of the first chapter in your next book, I get talkative.
Very talkative.
When my goddess gets her gab on, I can’t stop her. My therapist says it’s repressed speech syndrome ad finitum. Or something like that.
Anyway, I got in over my head when I walked into the elevator in my hotel. I was in town to speak at a writer’s group which always makes me a nervous wreck. I was going through my usual ritual to calm my nerves. A six-pack of diet soda and dark chocolate.
The only problem was, the soda was warm.
I like ice. Cold, numbing ice. Makes me forget I have to face a room of creative ladies who are probably way more talented than I am, but for some reason they think I’m cool. I just got lucky, I tell them, but yeah, I earned my stripes in this business. Writing, getting rejections for years, and working my butt off. I’m grateful to be where I am.
So what I didn’t need was a guy chatting me up about his hundred thousand dollar a year sales job and his black BMW. Nice enough, but I wasn’t looking for anything more than an ice machine that worked.
The one on my floor was broken.
Now I was stuck in an elevator with a sales guy who had obviously removed the wedding band from his left hand. His tan line blinked at me like a neon sign. Come on in, it seemed to say, the water’s fine.
I don’t swim with the sharks.
“You don’t want to drink alone,” he said, observing my ice bucket filled with chilled cubes.
“I have my laptop for company.” I smiled. “Besides, I have work to do.”
“Are you here with the software convention?” he asked warily.
“Well…” I wasn’t, but I decided to play along.
“No way…a pretty girl like you can’t be a techie.”
“Why not?” I shot back, perturbed. I hated guys who put down a girl’s ambition. “Can’t women use their brains to get ahead?”
“Not when they have natural attributes…” He eyed my chest. Mind you, I was wearing navy blue sweats and my pink bunny slippers with floppy ears. This guy was either desperate or he’d been on the road too long.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said, “but I’m a writer.”
“You’re kidding?” He seemed genuinely surprised, which didn’t help my ego. “What do you write?”
Ooh...I couldn’t resist shooting him the punchline.
“I write sexy novels.”
“Well, you are full of surprises,” he said, edging closer to me. “We should get to know each other better.”
The air in the elevator suddenly got stuffier and I prayed my deodorant didn’t work so he’d get the message. So far, no one else had gotten on the elevator and I had two more stops before we got to my floor.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I wiggled the ears on my rabbit slippers, hoping to shoot down this guy’s sex-o-meter. That should have stopped him right there.
It didn’t.
“How about a nightcap in my room? My bottle of bourbon and your—” He paused, wetting his lips. “Ice cubes.”
“You mean do research for my books?”
“Oh, yeah…”
“I bet,” I said.
I shouldn’t have opened my mouth, but sometimes we writers just ache to act like our heroines and throw back those snappy remarks. I tried to discourage him, but when he started breathing in my face, I knew I was in over my head. I did what any romance heroine would do.
I dumped the bucket of melting ice on his pinstripe suit.
“Hey, what the—” he called out and thank God, the elevator door opened. It wasn’t my floor, but I didn’t care. One more minute with Mr. BMW and I would have ended up served on a chilled platter.
Before he could brush the ice off his shoulders, out I ran. Down the long corridor and then I jammed down the stairway to the next floor to my room.
I never looked back.
I spent the rest of the night drinking warm soda and giggling as I wrote this guy into my story. I bet he won’t forget me either.
I imagine that was the last time he tried to pick up a girl in an elevator wearing pink bunny slippers.
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He wore blue.
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Time travel back to Christmas 1943 on the home front
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.
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My Wild Elevator Ride: Or why I shouldn’t say I write sexy novels
Writers get lonely. We need to socialize, talk. Discover there is a world beyond our computers. So I came up with this fun character who is a writer and what happens when she goes out into the world and goes on a wild elevator ride…
I hope you enjoy my short story.
~Jina
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My Wild Elevator Ride
I work in a cubicle surrounded by books, computers, and ideas.
I get lonely.
Very lonely. Hey, a girl can only fantasize so much about meeting a sexy guy who’ll knock her bunny slippers off. (I don’t wear shoes when I’m writing.)
So when I go out, which isn’t often when you’re trying to promote your work online and get through the quagmire of the first chapter in your next book, I get talkative.
Very talkative.
When my goddess gets her gab on, I can’t stop her. My therapist says it’s repressed speech syndrome ad finitum. Or something like that.
Anyway, I got in over my head when I walked into the elevator in my hotel. I was in town to speak at a writer’s group which always makes me a nervous wreck. I was going through my usual ritual to calm my nerves. A six-pack of diet soda and dark chocolate.
The only problem was, the soda was warm.
I like ice. Cold, numbing ice. Makes me forget I have to face a room of creative ladies who are probably way more talented than I am, but for some reason they think I’m cool. I just got lucky, I tell them, but yeah, I earned my stripes in this business. Writing, getting rejections for years, and working my butt off. I’m grateful to be where I am.
So what I didn’t need was a guy chatting me up about his hundred thousand dollar a year sales job and his black BMW. Nice enough, but I wasn’t looking for anything more than an ice machine that worked.
The one on my floor was broken.
Now I was stuck in an elevator with a sales guy who had obviously removed the wedding band from his left hand. His tan line blinked at me like a neon sign. Come on in, it seemed to say, the water’s fine.
I don’t swim with the sharks.
“You don’t want to drink alone,” he said, observing my ice bucket filled with chilled cubes.
“I have my laptop for company.” I smiled. “Besides, I have work to do.”
“Are you here with the software convention?” he asked warily.
“Well…” I wasn’t, but I decided to play along.
“No way…a pretty girl like you can’t be a techie.”
“Why not?” I shot back, perturbed. I hated guys who put down a girl’s ambition. “Can’t women use their brains to get ahead?”
“Not when they have natural attributes…” He eyed my chest. Mind you, I was wearing navy blue sweats and my pink bunny slippers with floppy ears. This guy was either desperate or he’d been on the road too long.
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said, “but I’m a writer.”
“You’re kidding?” He seemed genuinely surprised, which didn’t help my ego. “What do you write?”
Ooh...I couldn’t resist shooting him the punchline.
“I write sexy novels.”
“Well, you are full of surprises,” he said, edging closer to me. “We should get to know each other better.”
The air in the elevator suddenly got stuffier and I prayed my deodorant didn’t work so he’d get the message. So far, no one else had gotten on the elevator and I had two more stops before we got to my floor.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” I wiggled the ears on my rabbit slippers, hoping to shoot down this guy’s sex-o-meter. That should have stopped him right there.
It didn’t.
“How about a nightcap in my room? My bottle of bourbon and your—” He paused, wetting his lips. “Ice cubes.”
“You mean do research for my books?”
“Oh, yeah…”
“I bet,” I said.
I shouldn’t have opened my mouth, but sometimes we writers just ache to act like our heroines and throw back those snappy remarks. I tried to discourage him, but when he started breathing in my face, I knew I was in over my head. I did what any romance heroine would do.
I dumped the bucket of melting ice on his pinstripe suit.
“Hey, what the—” he called out and thank God, the elevator door opened. It wasn’t my floor, but I didn’t care. One more minute with Mr. BMW and I would have ended up served on a chilled platter.
Before he could brush the ice off his shoulders, out I ran. Down the long corridor and then I jammed down the stairway to the next floor to my room.
I never looked back.
I spent the rest of the night drinking warm soda and giggling as I wrote this guy into my story. I bet he won’t forget me either.
I imagine that was the last time he tried to pick up a girl in an elevator wearing pink bunny slippers.
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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.
LOVE ME FOREVER is now available from Kindle Press at Amazon.com
Happy New Year!! 2014 is here…
Happy New Year!! I love this photo–it’s a call to arms, or to writing, reminding us this is the time to get those projects done! What’s on your plate for the new year? I’m finishing up a new novella…and I’m reading “Dear Codebreaker” by Kerry Howard. It’s a wonderful story of the women from Bletchley Park, England–codebreakers who helped win WW 2. More coming up on that later… For now, back to writing!
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My Sexy Saturday 20: Naked Sushi “Are you as hot as your name?”
Pepper O’Malley is revved up and ready to go next Tuesday October 15th in Naked Sushi!
Before then, here we are at WEEK 20 on:
This super blogging group is growing every week! We’ve got a great bunch of authors with amazing Sexy Snippets!! Be sure to check out the fab authors and their sexy snippets HERE.
This week is Vine excerpt No 3. Pepper has just met this cool guy in the copy room where she works as a video game designer. She doesn’t know he’s an undercover FBI agent…
Excerpt 3:
He grinned and then took his hand away from his pocket and cupped my chin. When he stared into my eyes, my knees turned to honey, all warm and melty. A shiver went through me.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Pepper.”
“Are you as hot as your name?” he wanted to know, bumping his hip into mine, his hot breath steaming up my glasses. His tough, sexy talk took me to a place I’d only dreamed of going. His voice gripped me, making me squeeze my pubic muscles in a delicious manner and then release them.
“How’d you like to find out?” I said, tossing him a wicked grin.
I loved saying that, figuring he’d laugh like the other programmers and then slap me on the back and ask me to go have a beer.
Imagine my surprise when he didn’t.
Coming October 15, 2013 from Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin:
NAKED SUSHI is available for pre-order on Amazon!
Text Copyright © 2013 by Jina Bacarr
Cover Art Copyright © 2013 by Harlequin Enterprises LimitedPermission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved.® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license. by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.”Music:He’s So SexyDream Valley MusicComposer: Michael Stephen Decker Publisher: Shockwave-Sound.Com
My Sexy Saturday 19 Naked Sushi: Video Excerpt 2
I’ve got DOUBLE the sexy snippet fun for Week 19!! Two videos!
Week 19 of this super blogging group. Pumpkins are in the stores, even snow on the ground in some parts of the U.S.…but it’s getting hotter here each week. We’ve got a great bunch of authors with amazing Sexy Snippets!! Be sure to check out the fab authors and their sexy snippets HERE.
I posted a sexy snippet from Naked Sushi Chapter One where my heroine, Pepper O’Malley, is undercover as a naked sushi model spying on her ex-boss when she sees the sexy thief (she doesn’t know he’s an FBI agent) who got her fired cozying up to him.
Two short videos from VINE and INSTAGRAM — the Vine video loops over and over so you can take your time reading the snippet. Instagram is longer at 16 seconds, but it doesn’t loop.
PS — the silky border that I used as a frame around my videos is a remnant from ornate kimono designed by a kimono maker I met when I was taking kimono lessons from a Japanese sensei
Coming in October 2013 from Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin:
NAKED SUSHI is available for pre-order on Amazon!
Text Copyright © 2013 by Jina Bacarr
Cover Art Copyright © 2013 by Harlequin Enterprises LimitedPermission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved.® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license. by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.”Music:He’s So SexyDream Valley MusicComposer: Michael Stephen Decker Publisher: Shockwave-Sound.Com
My Sexy Saturday 18: Meet Pepper’s FBI Hottie in “Naked Sushi”
Week 18 of this super blogging group. The leaves are falling…but it’s getting hotter each week. We’ve got a great bunch of authors with amazing Sexy Snippets!! Be sure to check out the fab authors and their sexy snippets HERE.
In my Cosmo Red-Hot Read from Harlequin, “Naked Sushi,” just what was Special Agent Steve Raines thinking when Pepper O’Malley has an encounter of the erotic kind with him in the copy room? It’s midnight and the two of them are alone in the video game company where she works.
In this snippet, Steve tries to explain to his female boss, Jordan, what happened…
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He’d frisked her to make sure she wasn’t private security packing heat. “I made love to her.”
“I imagine she couldn’t resist your charm,” she snarled.
“It works on you every time.”
“Can it, Steven. You’re the best looking field agent I have, but the FBI didn’t hire you for your looks.”
He let that pass. “Believe me, Jordan, you haven’t seen this girl.” He whistled under his breath. “She’s sensational.” He’d never forget how she ground her butt into his groin, teasing him, making him crazy. Dry humping him until he couldn’t take it any longer. To knock him off balance? He had to find out. He’d slid her jeans down over her smooth skin and grabbed her ass. A more perfect ass he’d never seen. And one that gave a guy all kinds of sinful thoughts. Damn, he was going ballistic over this chick.
Why? Because she’d touched a nerve in him.
For all her brave talk, he swore she wasn’t as easy a lay as she made out.Maybe it was the glasses, which he found sexy, that gave her the innocent air. In the end it was his job to make sure she wasn’t a threat to him.
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Coming in October 2013 from Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin:
Text Copyright © 2013 by Jina Bacarr
Cover Art Copyright © 2013 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited
Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved.
® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license. by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.”
My Sexy Saturday 17: Pepper and the FBI Hottie
Week 17 of this phenomenal blogging group. It gets bigger and better each week. We’ve got a great bunch of authors this week: 37 Sexy Snippets!! Be sure to check out the fab authors and their sexy snippets HERE.
In my Cosmo Red-Hot Read from Harlequin, “Naked Sushi,” Pepper’s FBI hottie has sex with her in the copy room. Only she thinks he’s a new game designer in the company. She’s working late and hanging with this guy is a girl’s dream. Especially when all that’s waiting for her at home is Chinese take-out and an old movie on TV.
Pepper goes crazy, crying out, thrashing about and slamming her hands down on the platen glass of the copy machine. Throwing her sweaty palms all over the machine. Wild, pawing, and scratching like a wolf in heat. Here’s what happens next:
Oh, my God, it was good.
It didn’t last.
In a wild moment, I pushed the Copy button by mistake. A powerful white light flooded into my face as the light bar moved back and forth, blinding me.
I hit another button and a blaring alarm went off .
Oh, shit.
I was a goner.
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Coming in October 2013 from Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin:
NAKED SUSHI is available for pre-order on Amazon!
Text Copyright © 2013 by Jina Bacarr
My Sexy Saturday: Naked Sushi Vine Video
Week 16 of this phenomenal blogging group. It gets bigger and better each week. We’ve got a great bunch of authors this week: 41 Sexy Snippets!! Be sure to check out the fab authors and their sexy snippets HERE.
This week I have something different for you: A Vine video
I’ve found a way to make this sexy snippet from my Cosmo Red-Hot Read, “Naked Sushi” go on and on. Six seconds can last forever…on Vine. I posted a snippet from Chapter One where my heroine, Pepper O’Malley, is undercover as a naked sushi model spying on her ex-boss when she sees the sexy thief (she doesn’t know he’s an FBI agent) who got her fired cozying up to him. The short video loops over and over so you can take your time reading the snippet.
Since it’s only six sentences, here’s the sentence that precedes it from Naked Sushi:
I allowed my overripe female hormones to be seduced by this man with a slow, irresistible smile.
Coming in October 2013 from Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin:
NAKED SUSHI is available for pre-order on Amazon!
Text Copyright © 2013 by Jina Bacarr
Cover Art Copyright © 2013 by Harlequin Enterprises LimitedPermission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved.® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license. by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.”Music:He’s So SexyDream Valley MusicComposer: Michael Stephen Decker Publisher: Shockwave-Sound.Com
My Sexy Saturday: Tokyo Rendezvous 2: At the Love Hotel
Week 14 and the snippets are hot, hot, hot on this Labor Day Weekend!! Be sure to check out the fab authors and their snippets HERE.
Last week we went to Tokyo to discover Japan’s best kept secret: The Love Hotel in my
Spice Brief TOKYO RENDEZVOUS.
This week you’ll find out more about happens in this X-rated snippet…
“A Japanese girl waits for the boy to undress her,” Steve said, unbuttoning my blouse and sliding my slim skirt down over my thighs. I stood there, mesmerized. What was wrong with the lighting? It changed colors every time we spoke, from blue to orange to yellow to purple. Before I could adjust my eyes to the sound-sensitive, colored lighting dimming and changing color at the command of his raw, sexy voice, he unhooked my bra, then pulled down my panties. He grinned when he noticed the tattoo on my left butt cheek. He slapped my butt and I moaned, enjoying the pleasant sting of his palm on my hot flesh. He said, “I like the way it wiggles.”
“My butt or the tattoo?”
“Both.”
I looked straight into his eyes and asked, “Now that you’ve shown me what the boy does, what does the girl do?”
“She lets him know what she wants by her actions.”
“Like this?”
I sashayed over to the black marble Jacuzzi, tossing my hair over my shoulder and letting it ripple down my naked back. I knew Steve was watching me as I turned on the jets. I wiggled my big toe in the gurgling water, then sat down on the edge of the tub. He joined me and was soon busy soaping up a sweet, redolent soap lather. He rubbed the green foamy stuff all over my body, around my breasts, down to my stomach, and between my thighs. Waves of pleasure rushed over me, his touch arousing me. I groaned. The smell of the exotic soap was almost overpowering, along with his hands sliding all over my body. My skin tingled, my muscles relaxed, my pussy throbbed. I began to writhe under his expert touch then shivered when his fingers slid in and out of me, exploring the depths of my body, making me groan louder when I let myself go and my pussy tightened around his fingers, drawing him deeper into me.
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Tokyo Rendezvous is available on Amazon Kindle and e-tailers everywhere.
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Coming in October 2013 from Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin:
Once upon a story... 