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Casting spells on #Halloween? Nah, I’d rather read my favorite romance novel


Happy Halloween!!
What’s your favorite type of romance?
If you like fairy tales and want to read about Zoey — not your ordinary Cinderella. She’s not young, beautiful, or blonde — check out Royal Bride.
Sweet Romance on Amazon Kindle.

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Happy Halloween!! — EROTIC ROMANCE:

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I love Halloween and dressing up in a pretty costume. Especially a can-can outfit with a white petticoat and layers of ruffles and black stockings. Imagine if you could go to Paris and dance the can-can at the famous Moulin Rouge.

You can…with the help of a little black magic.

Meet Autumn Maguire in Naughty Paris She’s jilted at the altar and uses her pre-paid honeymoon tickets to go to Paris. She’s turned on when she sees a full-size painting of a sexy, lost Impressionist named Paul Borquet in a studio in the Marais District…

Here is an audio/video podcast of two short scenes from Naughty Paris where Autumn hears the laughter of the scandalous artist…and she’s transported back to 1889 Paris.

Find out what happened to Autumn Maguire in Naughty Paris.”

Happy Halloween!

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Sisters’ Day: meet twins Liberty and Pauletta Sue on opposite sides during the Civil War

Sister against Sister during the Civil War: Love Me Forever from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

It’s Sisters’ Day!

The Civil War wasn’t only brother against brother, but sister against sister . . .

Meet Liberty and Pauletta Sue in “Love Me Forever”

Two mistresses of Rosebriar: twins born more than 150 years apart

Love Me Forever is available on Kindle & Kindle Unlimited: amzn.com/B00YI8SX68

A Chocolate Lover’s…Lover on Chocolate Day

If you’re like me, you don’t need a special day to celebrate the joys and passion of chocolate.

But…since today is National Chocolate Day, here’s a special poem I wrote for all you chocolate lovers…and your lovers, too!

~Jina

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A Chocolate Lover’s…Lover

There once was a pretty Irish lass
Who was smart and funny with a lot of sass

But when the gentlemen came a calling
The sassy lass kept a stalling

‘Cause the one man who was truly her star
Was the hunky guy with the big chocolate bar!

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If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner on SALE for 99 cents till Dec 31st!!

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

National Candy Cane Day…His & Hers

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Photo Credits: Sweet Lips © Olga Ekaterincheva | Dreamstime.com Sexy Candy © Gpointstudio | Dreamstime.com

Sweeeet…

~Jina

 

Bad Boy Scrooge is up to his naughty, naughty tricks…and he’s FREE today, too!

One picture is worth a thousand naughty bad boy Santas

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A Naughty Christmas Carol is FREE till midnight PST!!

See what’s in his present…

A Naughty Christmas Carol from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Halloween Happening: Bobbing for Apples was never like this…

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Happy Halloween!!

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I love Halloween and dressing up in a pretty costume. Especially a can-can outfit with a white petticoat and layers of ruffles and black stockings. Imagine if you could go to Paris and dance the can-can at the famous Moulin Rouge.

You can…with the help of a little black magic.

Meet Autumn Maguire in Naughty Paris She’s jilted at the altar and uses her pre-paid honeymoon tickets to go to Paris. She’s turned on when she sees a full-size painting of a sexy, lost Impressionist named Paul Borquet in a studio in the Marais District…

Here is an audio/video podcast of two short scenes from Naughty Paris where Autumn hears the laughter of the scandalous artist…and she’s transported back to 1889 Paris.

Find out what happened to Autumn Maguire in Naughty Paris.”

Happy Halloween!

 

Check out my Royals of Monterra Kindle Worlds: ROYAL DARE

When PRD_KindleWorldsrincess Violetta goes off to rehab at the end of Sariah Wilson’s (Royal Date) Kindle Worlds Royals of Monterra, she can’t take her tiara with her.

Princess Violetta is the younger sister of the hero, Prince Nico, in Sariah’s story.

She’s also a meth addict.

When she goes off to rehab in the States (after being tossed out of a posh London rehab), she doesn’t tell anyone she’s a princess.

Though her British accent and her purse collection (who else but a princess would bring all this stuff to rehab? asked a resident) earn her the nickname of “Princess.”‘

Still, it ain’t easy getting clean…even for a princess.

COMING *** November 10, 2016: ROYAL BRIDE — Zoey’s story from ROYAL DARE.***

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I first met Princess Violetta in Sariah Wilson’s story, ROYAL DATE.

You can meet see what happened to her afterward in rehab in ROYAL DARE.

I fell in love with the Monterra family, especially Violetta. I call her the “misunderstood princess.” She has everything—looks, money and a title—yet she fell victim to the seductive power of drugs. Why? I wondered. What led her down this path?

I was intrigued to answer that question, but more importantly, I wanted to know what happened to Violetta when she went to rehab. How hard is it for a princess to get clean? And will she find her prince when she does?

I answer this question and more in my Kindle Worlds “The Royals of Monterra” story, ROYAL DARE.

I hope you enjoy it!

Jina

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What if you fall in love with a royal magician…

In ROYAL MAGIC, Afton and her sister Emma travel to Monterra. It’s a fairy tale kingdom in the modern world.51f4OchWGWL._SX312_BO1,204,203,200_

She meets a gorgeous guy who has the look of a man used to getting his hands dirty. Rugged, independent.

When her sister goes missing in ROYAL MAGIC, he’s her only chance of finding her.

Meet this rugged hero in:

ROYAL MAGIC The Royals of Monterra Kindle Worlds.

The magic is in his kiss…

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Halloween Happening: Bobbing for Apples was never like this #HappyHalloween

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Happy Halloween!!

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I love Halloween and dressing up in a pretty costume. Especially a can-can outfit with a white petticoat and layers of ruffles and black stockings. Imagine if you could go to Paris and dance the can-can at the famous Moulin Rouge.

You can…with the help of a little black magic.

Meet Autumn Maguire in Naughty Paris She’s jilted at the altar and uses her pre-paid honeymoon tickets to go to Paris. She’s turned on when she sees a full-size painting of a sexy, lost Impressionist named Paul Borquet in a studio in the Marais District…

Here is an audio/video podcast of two short scenes from Naughty Paris where Autumn hears the laughter of the scandalous artist…and she’s transported back to 1889 Paris.

Find out what happened to Autumn Maguire in Naughty Paris.”

Happy Halloween!

A Chocolate Lover’s…Lover on #NationalChocolateDay

If you’re like me, you don’t need a special day to celebrate the joys and passion of chocolate.

But…since today is National Chocolate Day, here’s a special poem I wrote for all you chocolate lovers…and your lovers, too!

~Jina

chocolateday_lips

A Chocolate Lover’s…Lover

There once was a pretty Irish lass
Who was smart and funny with a lot of sass

But when the gentlemen came a calling
The sassy lass kept a stalling

‘Cause the one man who was truly her star
Was the hunky guy with the big chocolate bar!

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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

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

The Pizza Man cometh…you gotta see this guy for #SausagePizzaDay

Mr. Hottie Pizza Man gives a whole new meaning to home delivery…

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Is there an app for him?

~Jina

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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

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

“Ride, Baby, ride” on #MotorcycleRideDay and my excellent Paris adventure

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His name was Romain and I was in Paris on a summer break from college when he nearly ran me over with his motorcycle. Okay, it was my fault since I was ogling this gorgeous hunk of masculinity in his ripped T-shirt and tight jeans and I got too close to the curb and stumbled into the street.

“Pardon, mademoiselle,” he said, knowing he wasn’t to blame, but taking it on the chin anyway.

Brooding dark eyes with unruly dark hair gave him an outlaw look. Sitting astride his big motorcycle, he glared at me, his strongly arched brows furrowed as if he were sizing me up. I felt naked under his penetrating gaze. And I liked it. I was sure the gods watching over lonely college co-eds in strange lands had sent him to me.

How could I resist when he offered me a ride?

We became a twosome that summer. Inseparable day and night. I have no doubt he drove the fastest, sleekest motorcycle in Paris. Speeding up and down the bustling Boulevard Saint-Germain and the Latin Quarter with me on the back. A long, crusty baguette in one hand, holding onto his muscular bod with the other.

My fingers seeking his hard chest through the holes in his ripped T-shirt.

Ah, yes, the moments memories are made of.

“Hold on tight, ma chérie,” he yelled into the wind scented with the lingering perfume of lost queens and courtesans. Even the smoky exhaust couldn’t mask it. “I’m going to put pedal to the metal, as you Americans say.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I snuggled up close to him. Damn, I loved the feeling I got hugging his body. The strong musky smell of his maleness hit my nostrils, reminding me of the sultry nights I’d spent in his arms in my tiny hotel room on the rue du Sommerard…our bodies twisted together in harmony, him whispering words of endearment in French, me wishing I’d paid more attention in French class.

M. Appel, my professor, would have raised an aristocratic eyebrow and tapped his pointer on the edge of my nose. “Bien, mademoiselle,” I could hear him say. “I told you someday you’d regret not studying your French idioms.”

So be the folly of youth.

But Romain and I didn’t have trouble communicating between the sheets. I was tempted to tell that to M. Appel when the fall quarter started. In three weeks. Till then, Romain was all mine.

“Bon,” the sexy Frenchman said, shifting his weight on the leather seat of his motorcycle and pushing his butt into my groin, sending me to paradise. “Let me show you Paris like you’ve never seen her.”

Off we went.

We rode around Paris on his big, sexy motorcycle. Up the steep hills of Montmartre and past Sacré-Cœur, then the fancy boutiques on the rue de Rivoli before zooming under the bridges where the homeless of Paris sought refuge from the chaos above.

As they had for hundreds of years.

Every day, we stopped under the bridge and brought fresh baguettes to the people huddled there. Gathered around the burning flame in the old metal trashcan, eking out an existence. I had no idea Paris had so many les exclus, as they were called. It broke my heart. I saw them begging on church steps, at train stations, in the park with the carousel.

Romain told me his family was once homeless after his father died. His mother and three little sisters lived under the bridge when he was fifteen and they couldn’t find room in a shelter. He worked as a laborer till his hands bled so he could get them a tiny apartment. Over the years, he worked even harder to better himself, go to university and, now in his late twenties, he had his dream bike.

He rode it everywhere.

His muscular arms and big hands maneuvering his lean, mean machine through ancient narrow streets and back alleys. Me on the back. His strong torso crushing my breasts, his hips grinding against mine, his body heat so wonderfully intense, I melted into him. By the time I had to go home to the States, I’d ripped apart half a dozen of his T-shirts with my nails. Holding onto him. Wanting him.

And when we made love at night, he rode…mais non, that’s my little secret.

A summer in Paris I’ll never forget.

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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

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