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The Titanic headline that wasn’t true…

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“2,000 lives are saved off wrecked Titanic by wireless; vessel is reported sinking.”

Hold on, are we in an alternative universe? Two thousand lives saved off the Titanic when every historian will tell you only 705 passengers survived the sinking on April 15, 1912?

No, this isn’t some Edwardian version of the Twilight Zone. The headline above was printed on April 15, 1912 by The Denver Times.*

According to the Monday evening edition (consisting of sixteen pages and costing 2 cents), several ships including the Virginian and the Parisian were within distance of the Titanic and the Baltic “was coming up fast.”

The newspaper went on to report that all the women and children had been rescued and the lifeboats were the “…very latest in the lifeboat design, wide and unsinkable.” No mention was made of the fact there weren’t enough lifeboats on the Titanic to save all the passengers.

The story continued for several pages and on page 5, the headline decreed: “Dreaded C.Q.D. of wireless brings rescuers quickly to the side of the crippled Titanic.”

Nothing could be further from the truth.

The only ship close enough to effect a rescue was the Cunard liner Carpathia and she was 58 miles away. When her captain, A. H. Rostron, received the distress message from the Titanic, he turned his ship around and traveled full speed ahead through dangerous icy waters to reach the sinking liner.

When the ship arrived, all they found were half-frozen men and women in a few lifeboats.

My heroine in TITANIC RHAPSODY, Katie O’Reilly, was in one of those boats:

“The glassy icebergs entombed the lifeboats.

“Impenetrable guardians they were, reminding Katie of their silent power to destroy everything she loved. Something in her stomach twisted at the sight of the bergs tinted a pale gray against a pinkish horizon, but she fought back the pain. Fought hard, until all that was left was a nagging prayer that reminded her she still wasn’t safe.

“She pulled the chilly air into her lungs, held her breath, then put her shoulder to the oar and tried to ignore the mountains of icebergs emerging through the darkness as daylight crept over the ice field. She wasn’t alone in her despair. Through the veil covering her face, she looked at the other passengers.

“Women, mostly first cabin ladies with some steerage speaking a language she didn’t understand.

“Babies, seamen.

“All trying desperately to survive the night.”

The Carpathia was the only ship to rescue passengers from the Titanic.

On April 16, 1912, the Denver Post went to press with a headline closer to the truth: “1,300 perish when Titanic sinks; 866 known to be rescued.” (1,517 perished and 705 survived).

Also on the front page in large letters was a quote from Charles Kingsley (1819-1875) worth noting:

So fleet the works of men, back to the earth again; ancient and holy things fade like a dream.”

~Jina

Tomorrow: another Titanic story!

A very special post: “What you don’t know about that night to remember…”

I’ll take you through that fateful night of April 14th from the POV of a first class lady, a second class gentleman, and a third class or steerage mother and her family.

Believe me, it’s a night you’ll never forget.

Check out my Titanic novel, “Titanic Rhapsody,” about a poor Irish girl who becomes a countess aboard the Titanic…

Titanic Rhapsody on Amazon: http://amzn.com/B007TUXNJE

*The Denver Times was the afternoon edition of the Rocky Mountain News, which ceased publishing in 2009.


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Titanic Rhapsody is available on Amazon.

Titanic: Where have all the lifeboats gone?

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Women and children first

This was the cry heard on that cold, bitter night of April 14, 1912. Earlier that Sunday morning passengers of all classes had attended divine services and offered prayers for a safe crossing.

At 11:40 pm the Titanic struck an iceberg and she was sinking fast.

Everyone scrambled to get to the lifeboats.

“Women and children first,” called out the ship’s officers.

Why then, when lifeboat number 5 was lowered (capacity 40), were there only 2 women and 10 men aboard?

If the call was for women and children first, why were gentlemen permitted to get into the boats on the starboard side?

While no male passengers were allowed to enter a lifeboat on the port side of the ship when there were women and children about?

And who can forget the look of pain on faces of the Irish family–the da, mum and three children–who fought their way up from the bowels of the ship only to discover there were no more lifeboats?

No more lifeboats.

With only a rosary and prayer and their arms wrapped around each other, they faced the end bravely.

Still, the question, persists, why were there not enough lifeboats?

Some put the blame on J. Bruce Ismay, the Chairman and Managing Director of the White Star Line, who insisted the number of lifeboats be cut from 48 to 16 (in addition, 4 Englehardt or collapsible lifeboats were stored on the Boat deck) because they “cluttered” the deck.

For the record, Mr. Ismay escaped the sinking in collapsible lifeboat C.

The White Star Line argued that it had followed the British Board of Trade regulations that dictated for a liner the size of the Titanic (using a specific formula based in tonnage), sixteen lifeboats was more than the number of boats required.

Here is a model of the Titanic decks and lifeboats showing rigging and funnel so you can get an idea of what the upper deck looked like.

Here is a model of the Titanic decks and lifeboats showing rigging and funnel so you can get an idea of what the upper deck looked like.

This rule was hopelessly outdated when the Titanic was launched.

But no one seemed to notice.

Until it was too late.

It does me heart in, as my heroine Katie O’Reilly would say, to write this post, knowing so many more passengers could been saved if they’d had more boats. As it was, several lifeboats were lowered half full or less. (The first lifeboat left with only 28 people–it could hold 65). Again, there is some confusion as to why this happened. The lifeboats had been tested and could hold forty to sixty-five people, but the captain decided to lower them half full, then fill the boats with passengers from the lower gangways.

That never happened. The doors were never opened.

As the lifeboats rowed away and the horrified passengers in the lifeboats watched the horrifying scene. I wrote about it in Katie O’Reilly:

The Titanic sinking into the black, calm sea as smoothly as if a Divine hand parted the waters to ease its descent into a lasting grave…the wild explosions shattering the quiet night… then the harrowing distress calls…the unbearable moans in a chorus of shouting and cries that lasted more than an hour then became feeble until they died out…then silence. As cold and still as the sea surrounding them.

God rest their souls…

 ~Jina

Tomorrow: another Titanic story!

“The Titanic headline that wasn’t true”

Check out my Titanic novel, “Titanic Rhapsody,” about a poor Irish girl who becomes a countess aboard the Titanic…

Titanic Rhapsody on Amazon

“Come Fly with Me”…in First Class on New Year’s Eve with a sexy billionaire

When I saw this photo of the girl with the suitcase, I wondered what was going through her head…did she pack enough sunscreen? Did she forget her vibrator?

Or did some sexy guy just offer her the chance to fly with him in first class?

I chose the latter…and wrote Come Fly with Me 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

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I was a Confederate War Bride: Love Me Forever Day 28 on My Sexy Saturday #89

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This week’s theme from Lynn’s My Sexy Saturday website: this is where just once is not enough.

So, here is Sexy Twice as in — Two Sexy Brides. My two heroines are twins–they look exactly alike except for their hair color–but live 150 years apart. Liberty has traveled back from the 21st century to 1862, where she meets up with a brunette Confederate spy who is her spitting image. Wearing a dark wig, Liberty takes her place so Pauletta Sue can do her spying (against Liberty’s will, btw), but she doesn’t plan on falling in love with the woman’s fiancé, the handsome Major Flynt Stephens.

Flynt, however, is suspicious…

“Flynt, please, we can’t marry…not now.”

“What game are you playing with me, Pauletta Sue? Demanding I marry you, and then changing your mind?” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. He was tempted to carry her upstairs and peel off her clothes, working his way from her flimsy pinafore down to her silk drawers. He wrapped his hands around her waist. His move was brazen, but he was beyond caring. He had to know who she was before he lost his mind.She stiffened, drawing back. He wanted to tell her what he suspected for weeks, but he had to be sure. “I should take you to my bed tonight—”

“I agreed to become your wife, Flynt,” she said, chin up. “Not your mistress.”

“You won’t push me away on our wedding night,” Flynt said, challenging her. “I want you as much as you want me.”

“You insult me, sir.” She raised her hand to strike his cheek, but he grabbed her wrist. She didn’t back down. “I shall pretend I never heard your indecent proposition, Major.” She pulled away from him. “I’ll see you in the morning when you’ve come to your senses.”

“This isn’t over between us, Pauletta Sue.”

“Isn’t it?” she said, miffed. Then she was gone. She ran toward the backstairs, her skirts rustling after her like an angry wind. She didn’t stop, didn’t turn around. He let her go. He had to. He’d lost his temper, let his dark desires override his reason. Fool. His need for her drove him to act like a madman. He prayed he hadn’t lost her for good.

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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TITANIC: What you don’t know about that night…

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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. I never forgot it.

I boarded 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 as the ship rolled on the swell of the sea. No wonder I lost my balance and 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. Many times while I was 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 when the ship hit an iceberg.

April 14, 1912.

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 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 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 the mail hold down on G deck was rapidly filling with water. Or 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 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.

FIRST CLASS:

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. What? 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 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 in 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. 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…

SECOND CLASS

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…

STEERAGE CLASS

But what if you can’t get topside? It’s 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?

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.

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, though I shan’t walk her decks or open doors to her cabins.

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. We 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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If you want to be swept away on the grand ship with a handsome hero and a feisty Irish heroine, check out my story:

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Katie O’Reilly runs away from the grand house where she is in service after being wrongly accused of stealing a diamond bracelet. The law is after her, and she has only one chance at escape—the Titanic. She boards the ship of dreams and runs straight into the arms of Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn, a dashing gentleman gambler who promises to be her protector. If she takes off her clothes…

Captain Blackthorn is intrigued by the Irish beauty and has plans to make her his mistress before they reach New York. Only one thing stands in his way—the lovely Countess of Marbury, who is in love with Jack and engaged to his old friend, millionaire Treyton Brady.

The handsome gambler awakens a forbidden passion in Katie that tempts her to give up her dream of freedom…until the fateful night when the Titanic hits an iceberg. Tragedy strikes further when she’s separated from Jack, and Katie must make a daring choice that will change her life forever.

 If you big historicals like Titanic Rhapsody, check out my Kindle Scout submission:

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 later today 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.

And thank you soooo much for your support — I’m on the HOT list at Kindle Scout!! This means a lot to me.

~Jina

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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Miss Cream Puff finds her man on National Cream Puff Day

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There once was a girl named Cream Puff
Who truly loved to bake stuff

Up at six she’d rise
Cream puffs to devise

With eggs, sugar, and flour
She worked hard at this early hour

Adding golden rich cream and vanilla
And dreaming of a handsome fella

For she wanted to catch a man’s eye
Who would love her and make her sigh

Then one glorious day
A handsome stud came her way

Who couldn’t get enough
Of her yummy cream puffs

So he whisked her away to the Land of Butter
Where they were married and lived happily ever utter…

~Jina

Want to be whisked away by a handsome stud?

Come_Fly_Me_Cover_Final_300x401 (2014_11_22 08_27_37 UTC)Come Fly with Me is 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.

Come Fly with Me — Amazon Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

National Pastry Day with my Hottie Santa

 

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“Do you think Santa will like my pastry?” asks Kacie Bennett, the heroine in my New Year’s Eve novella “Come Fly with Me.” She’s in London attending culinary school when she gets a desperate phone call to come home and save her baby sister from marrying the wrong man…

When bad boy billionaire Jace Chantiers finds out all the flights are booked and the sexy pastryCome_Fly_Me_Cover_Final_300x401 chef is stuck in the airport, he offers her a first class ticket home with no strings attached.

Kacie wonders exactly what kind of pastry he’s interested in…

When a bad boy billionaire hooks up with a lonely good girl at 30,000 feet in the air anything can happen…

COME FLY WITH ME is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

Happy Holidays!

~Jina

Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day in “Naughty Paris”

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Tired of online dating sites?

Fed up with emails from guys who just don’t get you?

Then what you need is a blast from the past!

A hottie hunk who knows how to treat a woman…and I’ve got just the guy for you…

Paul Borquet in my time travel erotic romance, NAUGHTY PARIS.

Here is an excerpt:

I don’t close my eyes, but continue staring at Paul Borquet, wishing I could feel his arms around me, his lips kissing me, his ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????body pressed against mine.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance if I were young and beautiful,” I whisper, shifting my weight from side to side. The wooden platform bends, squeaking under my wet bare feet. Lightning flashes overhead through the skylight, stinging my eyes like a thousand watt lightbulb slashing through the air. “I’d make you fall in love with me–”

I cry out when electricity jolts the bronze sculpture I’m holding between my breasts, sending a hot current through me and vibrating through my brain, raising the hair on my arms, and making my eyeballs bulge out.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear the old artist calling out that he’s going for help, but I can’t answer, can’t focus. All the muscles in my body tighten and I feel myself lifted up off my feet and zooming through space, as if something is flinging me skyward. An unexplained chill settles in me as if I’m in a swirling vortex as electricity flashes over my skin, racing in and out of my bod faster than I can blink.

What’s happening to me?

This isn’t my normal world. I want things dry and safe. Not wild and crazy. The electricity dances a choreography of darkness and light all over me, tracing the path of my sweat. I’m breathless and more than a little bewildered. Mix in bewitched and my trip to Paris is turning into the Rocky Horror Picture Show with French subtitles. This can’t be happening!

Thunder claps in my ears with a loud boom then–

–the lights go out.

Darkness. The humid air suddenly reeks of a strong musky scent. Male.

Coming closer…closer…yes…I hear that sexy laughter again as someone blows hot air into my ear, making me shiver. I twist my fingers on the statue until they burn, then my nipples harden into pointy peaks as if someone pinched them. Becoming aroused again, I let out a sigh when someone squeezes my breast and sucks on it, then moans. Who? Where is he? I can’t open my eyes, swallow or talk, or move my legs or hands, touch him, anything.

I can’t do more than make a desperate breathing sound as I lie–

Where?

Where am I?

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Autumn travels back to 1889 Paris and meets the lost Impressionist Paul Borquet and boy, do things heat up from there…

Naughty Paris is available on Amazon and other e-tailer sites.

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COMING in 2015:

LOVE ME FOREVER

A Civil War Time Travel Romance

She wore gray.

He wore blue.

But their love defied the boundaries of war.

And time.

 

National Bathtub Party Day

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National Bathtub Party Day!!

What happens when a bad boy billionaire and a lonely good girl hook up 30,000 up in the sky on New Year’s Eve?

Especially when he offers her a first class ticket…mile high club anyone?

Does the first class loo even have a bathtub? Well, no…but you never know what will happen…

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COME FLY WITH ME

Kacie Bennett is stranded in London and desperate to get home to avert a family crisis. She’s shocked when a tall, dark handsome stranger offers her a first class airline ticket, no strings attached.

What’s a girl to do?

Kacie is the plain sister of the three Bennett girls. Tall and practical, she buries her loneliness in creating unique breads and croissants for the family business, The 3 Bees (Bennett’s Bed & Breakfast). She’s studying at a culinary school in Piccadilly when she gets a desperate call from her sister Emma.

Their baby sister Megan is eloping with a guy twice her age after breaking up with her boyfriend. Kacie is frantic to get back home to Forgotten Valley, California to save her sister from marrying the wrong man.

She can’t believe her good luck when the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen insists she take the ticket.

What does he want in return?

Jace Chantiers is a self-made oil billionaire, a player who can have any supermodel he wants, but he doesn’t believe in love. That would mean opening up about the pain in his past, something he swears he’ll never do. When he has to cancel his date to fly to San Francisco for an urgent business meeting, he overhears Kacie’s panicked phone call from her sister and is intrigued by her plight.

He never expected to ring in the New Year with a gorgeous blonde who needs his help. Kacie gets under his skin with her go-to attitude, hard work ethic, and strong dedication to her family. Something he never had growing up. She makes him wonder if he’s missing out on something, something his money can’t buy.

Can Kacie resist this gorgeous man the British tabloids have labeled the sexiest man alive? Does she dare lose her inhibitions at thirty thousand feet…or will she also lose her heart?

COME FLY WITH ME on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

Photos: Red Christmas background with snowflakes © Pera Nikolic | Dreamstime.comCouple in santa hats is enjoying a bath © Kornilovdream | Dreamstime.com

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