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7 days to go till my Speed Date with a Vampire: Count Down to Halloween with me

Don’t tell on me, but I’m about to snag that chocolate cupcake….

Day 4 of my countdown to Halloween!

 

Turned off by online dating?

Friends fixing you up?

Try speed dating.

I did.

And I found the most gorgeous vampire.

Count down to Halloween with me as we get closer to the holiday and My Speed Date with a Vampire.

A short story to die for…

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Come join me over at CHARMED CONNECTION Halloween Event/

Hosted by Tari Lynn Porter-Jewett

Five days of Halloween Flash Fiction stories, recipes, games and prizes all brought to you by authors of Charmed Writers! Oct 27 – Oct 31st.

Venetian-esque Masks for Halloween Video at my local market

Count down to Halloween with me as we get closer to the holiday and My Speed Date with a Vampire.

A short story to die for…

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Come join me over at CHARMED CONNECTION Halloween Event/

Hosted by Tari Lynn Porter-Jewett

Five days of Halloween Flash Fiction stories, recipes, games and prizes all brought to you by authors of Charmed Writers! Oct 27 – Oct 31st.

8 days to go till my Speed Date with a Vampire: Count Down to Halloween with me

Do I dare enter the pumpkin coach? Is it a Halloween trick? Or treat? Like a handsome prince…

Day 3 of my countdown to Halloween!

 

Turned off by online dating?

Friends fixing you up?

Try speed dating.

I did.

And I found the most gorgeous vampire.

Count down to Halloween with me as we get closer to the holiday and My Speed Date with a Vampire.

A short story to die for…

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Come join me over at CHARMED CONNECTION Halloween Event/

Hosted by Tari Lynn Porter-Jewett

Five days of Halloween Flash Fiction stories, recipes, games and prizes all brought to you by authors of Charmed Writers! Oct 27 – Oct 31st.

National Day on Writing . . . Why I Write

Me and my fairy tale friends

National Day on Writing . . . Why I Write

Once upon a time a little girl moved from kingdom to kingdom.
She had no time to make friends So she made up stories.
The fairy tale characters became her friends.
That little girl was me.

I write to make people smile and feel the touch of friendship.

And I’m Irish.

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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Christmas Eve and my bad boy billionaire is about to see his whole life before him…can 3 sexy, female ghosts save his soul before it’s late?

Christmas Eve with my bad boy billionaire who will be visited by 3 sexy, female ghosts tonight…can they save his naughty soul?

First up…Ghost of Christmas Past

Next, Ghost of Christmas Present

And finally, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come

 

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Merry Christmas!!

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My bad boy billionaire is doing his holiday shopping at Mamie’s Club. Check out the sales!

Heading out to the mall for those last minute Christmas sales before the holiday?

I bet my bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor has other plans. Mr. One-Percenter thinks nothing of dropping $5,000 for a suit or a measly $3,000 for a bottle of champagne.

I imagine Nick is at Mamie’s, his Gentlemen’s Club, checking out the girls for his favorite past time…BDSM.

Wouldn’t it be fun if the girls at Mamie’s ran holiday sales?

So here you go. MAMIE’S deals just for you Nick Radnors out there looking for personalized Holiday BDSM treats:

Two girls wearing Christmas stockings and heels for the price of one.

Half off on caning.

Private “Strip-Mas” show at midnight for early shoppers only.

Christmas suckers wearing cherry-flavored lipstick.

And Nick’s favorite:

Christmas comes but once a year, but at Mamie’s, we guarantee you’ll come more than once, then come again!

Happy Holidays and have a Cruel Yule!!

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Can 3 sexy female ghosts save his soul on a wild Christmas Eve?
Find out in A NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS CAROL

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Our Mr. One-Percenter isn’t the only naughty one in the office: Meet Mistletoe Holly

Our Mr. One-Percenter isn’t the only naughty one in the office…

Meet Mistletoe Holly.

Holly is a saucy blonde who can’t resist stealing a kiss

from the cute guys in her office.

She hangs the holiday plant with

goldish-green leaves and

big, white berries over her head.

Strutting her stuff.

She’s a Christmas kissing bandit.

She kisses and runs.

Into the arms of the next guy.

So watch out…

If she comes to your holiday office party, she might take your man.

But not if you steal her mistletoe first…

 

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A Bad Boy Billionaire finds out he’s in big trouble when Charlie’s ghost shows up in “A Naughty Christmas Carol”

 

Bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor can be such a humbug until Charlie’s ghost shows up and warns him where his life is heading if he doesn’t change his Mr. One-Percenter ways…

Can 3 sexy female ghosts save his naughty soul on a wild Christmas Eve?

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A Bad Boy Billionaire loves to play naughty games on #GamesDay in “A Naughty Christmas Carol”

Bad boy billionaire Nick Radnor frequents Mamie’s Club where he loves to play games…

All kinds of games.

The last thing he expects to see on a whip-cracking holiday eve is the ghost of his business partner, Charlie, who warns him about where his life is headed if he doesn’t change.

Will Mr. One-Percenter see the error of his ways?

Can 3 sexy female ghosts save his naughty soul on a wild #Christmas Eve?

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