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Pink Hibiscus: An Army Nurse’s letter to her sister on December 7, 1941

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What was life like on the home front during WW 2? Find out in CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN — info at the end of story

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii

December 7, 1941 7:30 a.m.

Dear Peggy,

I’m bustin’ with news to tell you, little sister. I only have a few minutes before my shift at the hospital starts, pink_hibiscus_couple_moonso bear with me.

I don’t know where to begin. It all happened so fast. I met Jimmy at the Officers’ Club when I first got here last summer and the handsome Army Air Force lieutenant asked me to dance. The band was playing Moonlight Serenade and before I knew it he had his arms around me, holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Then he kissed me. Oh, it was so romantic. The warm night breeze blowing in off the ocean, the smell of pink hibiscus making me wild with desire, his hand reaching under my long evening gown and sliding up my thigh. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me down to the beach and we…

7:45 a.pink_hibiscus_nurse_phonem. Sorry, I got called away by the nurse-in-charge. She was worried about a patient wheezing and coughing. She thought it might be pneumonia. Just a couple of nurses on duty this morning, so she asked me to help her with paperwork.

I was disappointed, seeing how I haven’t had much chance to use my nursing skills since I’ve been here. Still, Pearl is the best duty an Army nurse could wish for. We get a few pilots scraped up after a rough landing or with a bad hangover, but it’s mostly sunny days and balmy nights.

I bet you and Mom were all bundled up when you did this year’s Christmas shopping at Wanamaker’s. I love walking down Market Street with all the holiday decorations. The soft, white snow landing on top of the pretzel man’s cart. The hot cocoa with Mom’s fresh whipped cream.

I miss you and the family so much, but don’t worry about me, I’m having the best time of my life. I’ve nearly worn out the soles on my new high-heeled pumps dancing every night with Jimmy. Here’s my news, he…

7:55 a.m. Something’s happening, Peggy, something awful.

Sirens going off, a loud explosion, and everyone’s scrambling. I’ll write more later. I’ve got to get back to my patients. They’re jumping out of bed and yelling for their pants.

We’re under attack . . . oh, God, what’s happening?

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11:30 p.m.

It’s over. For now. A mad, insane day that I shall never forget . . . But my job is just beginning. I wish I could call you on the telephone and hear your voice, tell you that I’m okay, but that’s impossible, so I’ll write everything dopink_hibiscus_nurse_clipboardwn as fast as I can. Here’s what happened earlier today on December 7, 1941 . . .

The second wave of the surprise attack lasted until nearly 10 a.m.

I haven’t stopped since then and I’d still be racing from one patient to the next if the nurse-in-charge hadn’t insisted I get some rest. First, I’ll give you detailed account before I grab a few minutes of sleep, then go back on duty. My thoughts are scattered, so bear with me.

By the time you read this, you’ll know the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on a quiet Sunday morning at 7:55 a.m. I was recording a patient’s vitals when a soldier with a broken leg asked me to help him stand up. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he looked real nervous. Said he heard something that didn’t sound right. Planes flying overhead that weren’t ours. I thought he was joking, then I looked out the big, square hospital window—

Oh, my God, Peggy, I don’t know how to describe what I saw. Planes roaring overhead with red suns emblazoned on them. Loud, ear-splitting explosions. Black plumes of smoke swirling into the sky like a death flower.

It was maddening. Fear choked my throat. My body went numb. Hot tears spilled onto my cheeks. I wiped them away with defiance. Nurses don’t cry.pink_hibiscus_nurse_soldier I let go with a long shudder. I don’t know what came over me. Fear, I guess, but I was okay now.

Duty came first.

This was what I’d spent years studying for, watching, observing, the sleepless nights working in the emergency room in the big Philadelphia hospital. It all came together for me in that moment. Thank God. Within minutes, the wounded came pouring in. Carried in on anything sturdy enough to hold them. The sound of antiaircraft fire ringing in our ears, bombs exploding outside and shaking the walls.

I don’t want to shock you, but you and those at home must know what we’re up against in this war. The pain, the horror. Men missing limbs. Bloodied wounds. Ugly burns with exposed flesh. Others in shock.

We had no electricity, no elevators to transport the wounded to surgery. Not enough nurses. Supplies running out fast. But we did it. We saved as many lives as we could and prayed for those we couldn’t. I went from one patient to the next, never stopping until—

I saw him. My lieutenant. Carrying a wounded soldier on his back, blood splattered all over his uniform. “Jimmy, Jimmy!” I yelled out, trying to get his attention.

“Kitty . . . “

He looked so relieved to see me it made me tear up. I could see in his eyes he wanted to hold me close to him, never let me go. I wanted to feel his warmth, smell his woodsy, masculine scent. Prove to myself he was here, alive.

My patient came first. After I stabilized the wounded man, Jimmy held me in his arms and pulled off my nurse’s cap, and then ran his fingers through my hair.

“Thank God, you’re okay, Kitty,” he said, his lips brushing my cheek. He told me we lost several battleships and more than a hundred planes, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He was going to get into the air no matter what he had to do. Drive all over the island until he found a P36 gassed up and ready to go.

He cupped my chin and said,  “I’ll be seeing you, babe.”

I smiled up at him. “I’ll be waiting.” Then he left. I blew him a kiss. I knew what he was thinking. He had his job and I had mine. Whatever words and soft kissepink_hibiscus_flags we’d exchanged under the swaying palms would have to wait.

We were at war.

And God willing, we’d be together again soon.

But nothing will erase what happened here on this Sunday morning at Pearl Harbor, the sun bright yellow and hot. Then the sky became dark with enemy planes set on destroying us and our way of life.

My heart is so heavy with the pain of what I saw today. The suffering and the dying. It’s my job and the job of every serviceman and woman to stop them before they reach our home shores.

You have a job, too, Peggy. Take care of Mom and Dad, and tell them not to worry about me.

I know everyone will do whatever they can so our fighting men can return home safe.

I can’t wait until I see you all again. When this horrible mess is over, we’ll sit under the old apple tree and eat bonbons and I’ll show you the prettiest engagpink_hibiscus_kissingement ring you ever saw.

Yes, that’s my surprise. Jimmy asked me to marry him.

Till then, little sister, pray for me. And our boys fighting what some say will be a long, hard battle.

But we’ll win. We have to.

For the sake of free men and women everywhere.

Love, your big sister,

Kitty

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I hope you enjoyed reliving the events of December 7, 1941 through Kitty’s eyes. She came to me in an instant when I wanted to write a tribute to the brave men and women at Pearl Harbor and told her story to me. I couldn’t type fast enough…

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Enjoy a trip back to Posey Creek, PA during WW 2 on the home front as Kate Arden prepares for the holidays…until her world comes crashing down when her fiancé ships overseas in ‘Christmas Once Again’.

Available at e-tailers everywhere…print and audio book, too.

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Time travel back to Christmas 1943 on the home front with my holiday Women’s Fiction novel CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN 

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On a cold December day in 1955, Kate Arden got on a train to go home for Christmas. This is the story of what happened when she got off that train. In 1943. In 1943 Kate Arden was engaged to the man she loved, Jeffrey Rushbrooke. She was devastated and heartbroken when he was called up for wartime duty and later killed on a secret mission in France.

But what if Kate could change that? What if she could warn him and save his life before Christmas? Or will fate have a bigger surprise in store for her?

Christmas Once Again is a sweeping, heartbreakingly romantic novel – it’s one woman’s chance to follow a different path and mend her broken heart… ———–

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Thank you for stopping by! If you like WW 2 romance, check out my holiday novella that takes place on Christmas Eve during the cold winter of 1943: “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”

December 1943 Italy

He is a U.S Army captain, a battle-weary soldier who has lost his faith.

She is a nun, her life dedicated to God.

Together they are going to commit an act the civilized world will not tolerate.

They are about to fall in love.

Winner in the Novella Category in the I Heart Indie contest A Soldier’s Italian Christmas is available on Kindle ~Jina

Also, my Civil War medical drama: LOVE ME FOREVER is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited and is on sale December 7-8 for 99 cents!!

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If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner: LOVE ME FOREVER  on SALE for 99 cents 

She wore gray.

He wore blue.

But their love defied the boundaries of war. And time.

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National Nurses Day…and a sexy doctor, too

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I couldn’t resist posting this graphic with the adorable nurse and her patients. Reminds me that nursing was a male profession during the Civil War. Women had to be over thirty and plain…and couldn’t work in the hospitals after dark. Male nurses took over the night shift.

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Which presents a problem for the time-traveling heroine in my Kindle Scout book, LOVE ME FOREVER, when she–nah, I can’t give it away, but Liberty Jordan soon finds out when she travels back to 1862 that women had a difficult time proving themselves in a man’s world. Female surgeons or doctors serving on the battlefield were completely out of the question. The Union Army refused to recruit women as physicians.

 

It doesn’t help that Liberty falls for a handsome Union Army surgeon…Major Flynt Stephens. Mmm…me, too.

LOVE ME FOREVER

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

LOVE ME FOREVER is on Amazon Kindle. 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!!

Thanks for stopping by.

~Jina

LOVE ME FOREVER is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

 

More than 400 women fought as men during the Civil War
My heroine is one of them.

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

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.

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

Why Jace Chantiers is the sexiest man alive and how I got to spend New Year’s Eve with him . . . oh, yeah #NewYearsEve


Did you see that British tabloid?

Every female in London must have a copy pasted to her bedpost. I didn’t know who he was until I got on board the airbus after he blew me away with his offer to give me a free ticket home to San Francisco.

I never dreamed I’d be sitting in first class next to the sexiest man alive.Daily_Sneek_Jace_1200x1565

Me, Kacie Bennett.

Don’t get the wrong idea. He’s just trying to help me. Seems Megan, my youngest sister, threw a hissy fit when her jock boyfriend left her behind when he went off to college. But that was no reason for her to run  away from home to marry the first guy who asked her. A real creep, but that’s another story.

I want to talk about Jace Chantiers.

God, the man reeks masculinity from every pore. He’s built like a rock with shoulders so broad I swear the seams on his expensive suit are ready to rip apart. Handsome, rugged looks. He smells good, too. Spicy but with an undertone of citrus that makes me want to lean over and inhale him.

Not that I would. I’m a good girl. I run the family B&B: Bennett’s Bed & Breakfast, but the locals call it The 3 Bees. No hanky panky for me. Especially 30,000 feet up in the air. How I got here is a story in itself…

Gotta go. He’s making his play…rubbing his knee against mine. Giving me that look he’s famous for on the tabloid cover…taking off his suit jacket…damn, he’s opening his shirt. Oh, my God. His chest is muscular and bronze just like in the photo. He’s cupping my chin in his hand, his lips brushing mine…

Uh-oh, I think I’m about to find out why Jace Chantiers is the sexiest man alive…

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Will Kacie be able to resist the sexiest man alive?

Could you?

Come Fly with Me  is the story about a bad boy billionaire who hooks up with a lonely good girl on New  Year’s Eve at 30,000 feet in the air where…

Anything can happen.

Cheers!

~Jina

Come Fly with Me — Amazon Kindle

Pink Hibiscus: An Army Nurse’s letter to her sister on December 7, 1941

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If you like stories about love, war, and medicine, check out my Civil War time travel romance, LOVE ME FOREVER – a Civil War medical drama that takes place in 1862 in Virginia in a plantation turned into a hospital.

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii

December 7, 1941

7:30 a.m.

Dear Peggy,

I’m bustin’ with news to tell you, little sister. I only have a few minutes before my shift at the hospital starts, pink_hibiscus_couple_moonso bear with me. I don’t know where to begin. It all happened so fast. I met Jimmy at the Officers’ Club when I first got here last summer and the handsome Army Air Force lieutenant asked me to dance. The band was playing Moonlight Serenade and before I knew it he had his arms around me, holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Then he kissed me.

Oh, it was so romantic. The warm night breeze blowing in off the ocean, the smell of pink hibiscus making me wild with desire, his hand reaching under my long evening gown and sliding up my thigh. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me down to the beach and we…

7:45 a.pink_hibiscus_nurse_phonem.

Sorry, I got called away by the nurse-in-charge. She was worried about a patient wheezing and coughing. She thought it might be pneumonia. Just a couple of nurses on duty this morning, so she asked me to help her with paperwork. I was disappointed, seeing how I haven’t had much chance to use my nursing skills since I’ve been here. Still, Pearl is the best duty an Army nurse could wish for. We get a few pilots scraped up after a rough landing or with a bad hangover, but it’s mostly sunny days and balmy nights.

I bet you and Mom were all bundled up when you did this year’s Christmas shopping at Wanamaker’s. I love walking down Market Street with all the holiday decorations. The soft, white snow landing on top of the pretzel man’s cart. The hot cocoa with Mom’s fresh whipped cream. I miss you and the family so much, but don’t worry about me, I’m having the best time of my life. I’ve nearly worn out the soles on my new high-heeled pumps dancing every night with Jimmy.

Here’s my news, he…

7:55 a.m.

Something’s happening, Peggy, something awful. Sirens going off, a loud explosion, and everyone’s scrambling. I’ll write more later. I’ve got to get back to my patients. They’re jumping out of bed and yelling for their pants.

We’re under attack . . . oh, God, what’s happening?

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11:30 p.m.

It’s over. For now.

A mad, insane day that I shall never forget . . .

But my job is just beginning. I wish I could call you on the telephone and hear your voice, tell you that I’m okay, but that’s impossible, so I’ll write everything dopink_hibiscus_nurse_clipboardwn as fast as I can. Here’s what happened earlier today on December 7, 1941 . . .

The second wave of the surprise attack lasted until nearly 10 a.m. I haven’t stopped since then and I’d still be racing from one patient to the next if the nurse-in-charge hadn’t insisted I get some rest.

First, I’ll give you detailed account before I grab a few minutes of sleep, then go back on duty. My thoughts are scattered, so bear with me.

By the time you read this, you’ll know the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on a quiet Sunday morning at 7:55 a.m. I was recording a patient’s vitals when a soldier with a broken leg asked me to help him stand up. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he looked real nervous. Said he heard something that didn’t sound right. Planes flying overhead that weren’t ours. I thought he was joking, then I looked out the big, square hospital window—

Oh, my God, Peggy, I don’t know how to describe what I saw. Planes roaring overhead with red suns emblazoned on them. Loud, ear-splitting explosions. Black plumes of smoke swirling into the sky like a death flower.

It was maddening. Fear choked my throat. My body went numb. Hot tears spilled onto my cheeks. I

wiped them away with defiance.

Nurses don’t cry.pink_hibiscus_nurse_soldier

I let go with a long shudder. I don’t know what came over me. Fear, I guess, but I was okay now. Duty came first. This was what I’d spent years studying for, watching, observing, the sleepless nights working in the emergency room in the big Philadelphia hospital. It all came together for me in that moment.

Thank God.

Within minutes, the wounded came pouring in. Carried in on anything sturdy enough to hold them. The sound of antiaircraft fire ringing in our ears, bombs exploding outside and shaking the walls. I don’t want to shock you, but you and those at home must know what we’re up against in this war. The pain, the horror. Men missing limbs. Bloodied wounds. Ugly burns with exposed flesh. Others in shock. We had no electricity, no elevators to transport the wounded to surgery. Not enough nurses. Supplies running out fast.

But we did it. We saved as many lives as we could and prayed for those we couldn’t.

I went from one patient to the next, never stopping until—

I saw him. My lieutenant. Carrying a wounded soldier on his back, blood splattered all over his uniform.

“Jimmy, Jimmy!” I yelled out, trying to get his attention.

pink_hibiscus_hugging“Kitty . . . ” He looked so relieved to see me it made me tear up. I could see in his eyes he wanted to hold me close to him, never let me go. I wanted to feel his warmth, smell his woodsy, masculine scent. Prove to myself

he was here, alive.

My patient came first.

After I stabilized the wounded man, Jimmy held me in his arms and pulled off my nurse’s cap, and then ran his fingers through my hair.

“Thank God, you’re okay, Kitty,” he said, his lips brushing my cheek. He told me we lost several battleships and more than a hundred planes, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He was going to get into the air no matter what he had to do. Drive all over the island until he found a P36 gassed up and ready to go.

He cupped my chin and said,  “I’ll be seeing you, babe.”

I smiled up at him. “I’ll be waiting.”

Then he left. I blew him a kiss. I knew what he was thinking. He had his job and I had mine. Whatever words and soft kissepink_hibiscus_flags we’d exchanged under the swaying palms would have to wait.

We were at war.

And God willing, we’d be together again soon.

But nothing will erase what happened here on this Sunday morning at Pearl Harbor, the sun bright yellow and hot. Then the sky became dark with enemy planes set on destroying us and our way of life. My heart is so heavy with the pain of what I saw today. The suffering and the dying. It’s my job and the job of every serviceman and woman to stop them before they reach our home shores.

You have a job, too, Peggy. Take care of Mom and Dad, and tell them not to worry about me. I know everyone will do whatever they can so our fighting men can return home safe.

I can’t wait until I see you all again. When this horrible mess is over, we’ll sit under the old apple tree and eat bonbons and I’ll show you the prettiest engagpink_hibiscus_kissingement ring you ever saw. Yes, that’s my surprise. Jimmy asked me to marry him.

Till then, little sister, pray for me. And our boys fighting what some say will be a long, hard battle. But we’ll win. We have to. For the sake of free men and women everywhere.

Love, your big sister,

Kitty

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World War 2 women soldiers

I hope you enjoyed reliving the events of December 7, 1941 through Kitty’s eyes. She came to me in an instant when I wanted to write a tribute to the brave men and women at Pearl Harbor and told her story to me. I couldn’t type fast enough…

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Thank you for stopping by! If you like WW 2 romance, check out my holiday novella that takes place on Christmas Eve during the cold winter of 1943: “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

December 1943 Italy

He is a U.S Army captain, a battle-weary soldier who has lost his faith. She is a nun, her life dedicated to God. Together they are going to commit an act the civilized world will not tolerate. They are about to fall in love.

Winner in the Novella Category in the I Heart Indie contest

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

~Jina

Also, my Civil War medical drama:

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

LOVE ME FOREVER is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited and is on sale December 7-9 for 99 cents!!

Christmas during the Civil War in 1862 from “Love Me Forever” from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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Southern Belle and Spy: Excerpt from LOVE ME FOREVER from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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  on SALE for 99 cents until December 9, 2018

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

 

 

 

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And finally, a word about my Christmas time travel WW 2 novel: I’ve submitted my women’s fiction story about a woman in 1955 who goes back in time to Christmas 1943 to save the man she loves from being killed in the war — it’s on submission at a trad publishing house. When I have news, I’ll be bursting to share it with you!

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“Christmas Once and Again”

On a cold December day in 1955, I got on a train to go back home for Christmas.

This is the story of what happened when I got off that train.

In 1943.

The “Mistletoe Flyer” is a magic train that goes back in time to 1943…

 

Turkey Leftovers and Corsets . . .

LOVE ME FOREVER. It’s been a long journey to bring my Civil War time travel romance to readers. Years of research and writing and rewriting…574 pages.

Here is a fun excerpt to celebrate Thanksgiving Weekend.

When Liberty Jordan travels back to 1862 during the reenactment of Antietam, she falls in love with a handsome Union Army major…she writes to him about a great battle that will take place.

Fredericksburg.

She also can’t resist celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday, which wasn’t declared a national holiday until 1863 by President Lincoln:

I find the eerie quiet echoing through Rosebriar overwhelming, so intense is the notion we may witness a great battle. When I see the sad faces of the servants, I cannot let them despair, so I have undertaken to show them how to celebrate Thanksgiving. A day which I discovered is fixed at a specific date each year at Berkeley House plantation, replete with turkeys & partridges. To make Rosebriar more festive, Bedelia & I added branches of fine spruce to the mantel above the fireplace in the main receiving room, as well as streamers of colorful ribbons and two flags handsomely draped over the mantelpiece. The effect is inspiring when the gas lights are turned on. I believe in my heart the whole nation will embrace this local tradition and celebrate a national day of Thanksgiving before this terrible war is over.

Thank you for all your support and kind words!!

~Jina

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Love Me Forever is on sale for 99 cents — A Civil War time travel romance

LOVE ME FOREVER is on sale until November 30th.

Love Me Forever is now available in Print for $19.99
Makes a great holiday gift for your favorite Civil War buff!

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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.

Why Hot Java is a sexy brew for #CoffeeDay

ooh, this sounds divine!

Every girl is looking for a pot of gold…why not a golden coffee cup? Love this photo. Rich, decadent…what makes it better is when you share it with your favorite guy…so here’s to Hot Java!

I hope you enjoy my poem for Coffee Day:

HOT JAVA

Java is a girl’s best friend
When you don’t want that special night to end

“Stick around for a cup of Joe,” you say
After a night in bed that blew you away

Then watch his eyes glow with desire
When you put on the coffee and light his fire

Wearing a sexy black teddy, tight and see-through
You ask, “Eggs or cinnamon buns with your brew?”

“I’ll have the buns,” he says, eyeing yours with a smile
You shiver with glee. The coffee can wait for awhile

It’s back to bed with your man for round two
And to coffee you say, a big “Thank you!”

~Jina

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Halloween is around the corner, so….

Pumpkin Spice rules

 

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