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Last Day to enter our Romance Giveaway and win those Jane Austen Socks

I’m thrilled to be part of this promo put together by the fabulous Aileen Harkwood — a wonderful author and the hardest working promotions expert I know.

My historical book for this promo is TITANIC RHAPSODY. Can you believe it will be 107 years since the Ship of Dreams sank? (more later)

First, here is more info re: the historicals’ giveaway and prizes from Aileen:

Historical romance and time travel romance fans, how would you like to take home a Jane Austen-them gift basket loaded with goodies? A reproduction historical love token? Maybe some historical romances on your wish list or an Amazon gift card? Enter March 11-31 for your chance to win!

LORDS & LOVE TOKENS GIVEAWAY
Jane Austen Gift Basket 1st Prize!

Nothing is more romantic than a love that survives or spans the sweep of time. Our book fair has something for everyone, from Medieval to Regency to 20th Century romance. Every book, 2.99 or less. A FREE exclusive download and bonus giveaway, too!

Giveaway entry page:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-giveaway/

 

Book Fair page with bonus giveaway:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-book-fair/

 

Direct link to Rafflecopter:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b0075a2b101/?

Exciting prizes!

Check out all the fab historicals on the Book Fair Page — and now here is more info about TITANIC RHAPSODY

Can Katie fight her scandalous attraction to Captain Lord Blackthorn?

Romance is in the air on the Titanic . . . a sexy, gentleman gambler, a beautiful Irish girl, and an enchanting countess.

Or will the countess stand in her way?

I so loved writing this romance about these three characters, each with a secret to hide aboard the ship of dreams. A lot can happen in four days aboard ship . . . events that will change their lives forever in TITANIC RHAPSODY available on Amazon Kindle.

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Titanic Rhapsody from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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The Princess and the Magic Shamrock for St. Patrick’s Day and A Romance Giveaway, too

Happy Patrick’s Day!

I’m thrilled to be part of this promo put together by the fabulous Aileen Harkwood — a wonderful author and the hardest working promotions expert I know.

My historical book for this promo is TITANIC RHAPSODY. Can you believe it will be 107 years since the Ship of Dreams sank? (more later)

First, here is more info re: the historicals’ giveaway and prizes from Aileen:

Historical romance and time travel romance fans, how would you like to take home a Jane Austen-them gift basket loaded with goodies? A reproduction historical love token? Maybe some historical romances on your wish list or an Amazon gift card? Enter March 11-31 for your chance to win!

LORDS & LOVE TOKENS GIVEAWAY
Jane Austen Gift Basket 1st Prize!

Nothing is more romantic than a love that survives or spans the sweep of time. Our book fair has something for everyone, from Medieval to Regency to 20th Century romance. Every book, 2.99 or less. A FREE exclusive download and bonus giveaway, too!

Giveaway entry page:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-giveaway/

Book Fair page with bonus giveaway:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-book-fair/

Direct link to Rafflecopter:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b0075a2b101/?

Exciting prizes!

Check out all the fab historicals on the Book Fair Page — and now here is more info about TITANIC RHAPSODY

Can Katie fight her scandalous attraction to Captain Lord Blackthorn?

Romance is in the air on the Titanic . . . a sexy, gentleman gambler, a beautiful Irish girl, and an enchanting countess.

Or will the countess stand in her way?

I so loved writing this romance about these three characters, each with a secret to hide aboard the ship of dreams. A lot can happen in four days aboard ship . . . events that will change their lives forever in TITANIC RHAPSODY available on Amazon Kindle.

US: http://a.co/1wSE0rb

UK: http://amzn.eu/hGXYjfa

Titanic Rhapsody from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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Lord and Love Tokens Giveaway Enter March 11-31 and Jane Austen socks too

I’m thrilled to be part of this promo put together by the fabulous Aileen Harkwood — a wonderful author and the hardest working promotions expert I know.

My historical book for this promo is TITANIC RHAPSODY. Can you believe it will be 107 years since the Ship of Dreams sank? (more later)

First, here is more info re: the historicals’ giveaway and prizes from Aileen:

Historical romance and time travel romance fans, how would you like to take home a Jane Austen-them gift basket loaded with goodies? A reproduction historical love token? Maybe some historical romances on your wish list or an Amazon gift card? Enter March 11-31 for your chance to win!

LORDS & LOVE TOKENS GIVEAWAY
Jane Austen Gift Basket 1st Prize!

Nothing is more romantic than a love that survives or spans the sweep of time. Our book fair has something for everyone, from Medieval to Regency to 20th Century romance. Every book, 2.99 or less. A FREE exclusive download and bonus giveaway, too!

Giveaway entry page:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-giveaway/

 

Book Fair page with bonus giveaway:

https://bookwrapt.com/lords-love-tokens-book-fair/

 

Direct link to Rafflecopter:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/b0075a2b101/?

Exciting prizes!

Check out all the fab historicals on the Book Fair Page — and now here is more info about TITANIC RHAPSODY

Can Katie fight her scandalous attraction to Captain Lord Blackthorn?

Romance is in the air on the Titanic . . . a sexy, gentleman gambler, a beautiful Irish girl, and an enchanting countess.

Or will the countess stand in her way?

I so loved writing this romance about these three characters, each with a secret to hide aboard the ship of dreams. A lot can happen in four days aboard ship . . . events that will change their lives forever in TITANIC RHAPSODY available on Amazon Kindle.

US: http://a.co/1wSE0rb

UK: http://amzn.eu/hGXYjfa

Titanic Rhapsody from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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Princess Day: A Princess by any other name…

Today is Princess Day!

In tribute to princesses everywhere:

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And lastly for Princess Day, let’s go to Venice for Carnevale and meet a girl who thinks she’s plain so she pretends to be a princess and hides behind a mask . . .

Princess Day: A Princess out of work . . .

Today is Princess Day!

In tribute to princesses everywhere here’s a second video:

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Yes, you’re going to see a lot of shamrocks in this video, but it’s Princess Day and this is about a princess who wants a job . . . so bear with me and enjoy the story!!

Princess Day: A Princess by any other name…

Find out how she really won the prince!

Today is Princess Day!

In tribute to princesses everywhere:

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Check out my video with my poem put to pictures from http://www.Dreamstime.com and music “Fairytale Waltz” by Kevin MacLeod http://www.incompetech.com :

The Princess and the Stilettos for Valentine’s Day from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

When I was a little girl, a princess I wanted to be

So I got all dressed up looking for a prince to marry me

I searched high and low

But found no beau

As I got older

I got a little bolder

I dressed to kill

But no boyfriend still

What’s wrong with me? I wanted to know

I work so hard to be perfect and I’m always on the go

It’s your shoes, my best friend said, rolling her eyes

Princesses wear sexy shoes to please the guys

Like Cinderella? I said, with her slipper made of glass

Yes, you need sexy stilettos so he’ll make a pass

Not so, I assured her confident and wise

A smart girl knows how to get the guys

Oh yeah? she said, wrinkling her nose

Try it if you dare and forget your woes

So shopping I went stilettos to buy

And sexy undies to get a guy

In the end I got my prince wearing no shoes at all

Like Cinderella, I ran from the Ball

With my handsome prince hot on my tail

My stiletto in hand, looking for me to no avail

What happened, you ask? so curious and fine

How did I find my Valentine?

True, the sexy kicks helped me to catch his eye

But in the end it was something much more sly

Instead of trying so hard Miss Perfect to be

I ended up doing what came naturally

Like a dancing princess, I kicked off my shoes and danced all night

When this gorgeous man grabbed me and wouldn’t let me out of his sight

How did I know he was a man not to be missed?

Take one look at him. It was in his kiss…

It’s 11:40 pm on the Titanic: Relive a Night to Remember on April 14, 1912 #Titanic104

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 on such a trip. I never forgot it.

Boarding 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 when I lost my balance as the ship rolled on the swell of the sea and I 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 and many times while 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, April 14, 1912, when the ship hit an iceberg.

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

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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. 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 in a very nice manner 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 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. After all, 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…

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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…

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

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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.

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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.

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. I 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.

~Jina

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Titanic Rhapsody from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

 

 

Virgin Kiss is #FREE Feb 14-16th: A very short story about the worst kiss…ever on #ValentinesDay

 

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VIRGIN KISS is a YA short story, a very short story, and it’s FREE February 14-16, 2016 on Kindle!!

Kisses and Chocolate…

Perfect for Valentine’s Day.

Chocolate is always good, but what if your first kiss, and I mean your VIRGIN KISS, on V-Day is just plain awful?

That’s what happened to Riley Murphy, a new student at Holywell High.

 

To overcome my shyness, my mom convinced me to try out for the Drama Club. Somehow I landed the leading role in a one-act Chekhov play. Yes, Chekhov. I played this mad, beautiful countess with passion and heart. I loved it. I came alive on stage. I could do anything, be anybody, say anything, I could—

—kiss the male lead?

A gangly sophomore named Luke Vanmeer with long greasy hair and an upper lip curled in a perpetual snarl? He was going to anoint my virgin lips with my first big kiss?

Forget the Altoids. I needed a stress pill.

I quit the play. They could find another dupe. Not me. I wasn’t going to let him use my lips for kissing practice.

Then I heard this little voice in my head telling me this was acting, right? Going through the motions at rehearsals and on stage didn’t count on the kissing scale. I could pucker up with him and still be a kissing virgin.

After that, I sailed through rehearsals, knowing my lines, and “connecting to my character,” according to the director, who insisted on method acting. That’s how the trouble started. We didn’t rehearse the kiss. He wanted a real kiss on stage, he said, not some phony smooch.

Find out what  happens when Luke tries to embarrass Riley on stage in front of the whole school on Valentine’s Day… VIRGIN KISS is FREE Feb 14-16!!

And check out the video with Riley:

Virgin Kiss from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Don’t forget VIRGIN KISS is FREE Feb 14-16th!

Valentine’s Day BONUS:

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Come Fly with Me on New Year’s Eve . . . with a sexy billionaire as we count down to midnight #NewYearsEve

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The holidays are all about family…and the gorgeous hero in COME FLY WITH ME, my sexy New Year’s Eve contemp, doesn’t have anyone…poor baby, I mean, billionaire. Jace Chantiers is a sucker for a pretty woman, so when he overhears Kacie Bennett begging the airline ticket agent to get her a seat…any seat…on the last flight out of London on New Year’s Eve, he buys her a first class ticket home.

The woman was trouble. An itch up his backside he shouldn’t scratch, but he did. Strange, but Jace was enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. She stoked a fire in his belly that didn’t go straight to his dick but to his brain. She issued him a challenge he couldn’t ignore and it was killing him.

When he heard her talking earlier on her cell, her voice cracking as she tried to find out what happened to her sister, he’d pulled the ticket agent aside and used his influence to find out more about her. Her story got to him. Desperate to get home, credit card limit too low for anything but economy. Baby sister in trouble. What else could he do but buy her the last empty seat on the special midnight flight to San Francisco? In first class. Next to him. She wasn’t his type, but she sure had a saucy attitude and confidence that took a man off his edge. Made him practically beg her to accept the damn ticket.

Jace had never done that for any woman. He’d always taken what he wanted. An old habit he couldn’t shake since he was growing up in a gritty beach town in SoCal and discovered no one would give a kid with no name a break. He never did get the smells of hot tar, dead jellyfish, and overripe trash out of his lungs and spent his life always one knockout punch away from the next fight.

Flying first class was one of the perks of getting out of that life. He preferred flying commercial over having his own jet. He liked watching people, seeing how they reacted to the world around them, not sitting by himself in a private plane. Alone.

Not bad for a punk who had nothing for wheels but a broken down skateboard when he was a teen. Now he was at the top of his game, a frequent flier and well-acquainted with the luxury of the airbus. So when this voluptuous babe with the golden-girl legs went on a verbal sparring match with him, it made him sit up and take notice. Women always wanted something from him.

Kacie didn’t.

He couldn’t let her go until he found out why.

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Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve!!

Come Fly With Me is available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited

 ~Jina

 

Our Sexy Date ~ “Terry and Me and a Hot Car” #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MySexyAuthors

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My Sexy Saturday #112!! Click on this LINK or the graphic above to go to Blog Hop List!

I’ve been mad crazy working on getting the word out abut my Kindle Scout winner about the Civil War, LOVE ME FOREVER, so I haven’t had the op to participate in My Sexy Saturday for a while. I’m happy to be back this week!!

Here’s how it works: Lynn Crain heads up this amazing blog every week with a new theme; it’s up to the authors to post 7 paragraphs, 7 words, or 7 sentences. Sexy, of course. Please visit the other authors, too.

From Lynn Crain

“Welcome to the 112th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Our Sexy Date

A sexy date could be anything: the day they first went out, the day they first kissed, the day they got married. It could be a couple’s sexy anniversary date or maybe a date to met for the very first time. It could be a date in space, a foreign country or just around the corner. Now matter the particulars, just make it sexy, sexy and sexy. We did mention sexy…right?

Readers, please visit us at our new Author Central where we’ll be sharing even more from our authors besides Saturday’s snippets. We’d love to have each and everyone of you there.”

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This week I’m showcasing the opening to a very short story I wrote about a boy and a girl and a hot car and their first “date.”

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So here is Terry and Me and a Hot Car:

I crushed on a guy in high school who drove the coolest car and wore the coolest black leather jacket.

You couldn’t miss him or his muscle car in the campus parking lot. Before school, after school…during classes. Yes, Terry was a bad boy. The kind teenage crushes are made of. But he always smiled at me. A freshman. Ponytail swinging, arms filled with books. Once he even picked up my red Algebra book when I bumped into a lamppost while I was staring at him.

“You gonna need this class, kid,” he said, smiling at me with twin dimples, “to go to college.”

“Nah, I’m going to be a writer,” I said with the confidence of a fourteen-year-old with big dreams.

“Still, you gotta pass all your classes.” He opened the math book. My test paper with big fat “D” fell out. He shot me a look that would melt the panties off a mannequin. “This ain’t gonna get you into college, kid.”

“So?”

“We’re going for a ride.”

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You can read the rest of my very short story, Terry and Me and a Hot Car, by clicking HERE.

~Jina

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