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Christmas Once Again WW 2 time travel romance in color: Victory Red Lipstick

Watch this black and white photo of the 1940s lady change to a color photo in my video

We always think of World War 2 as being shot in black and white, but what if you could experience it in color?

Check out my video for a vintage b&w photo turning into color, then travel in time to 1943 with Kate Arden when she goes home for Christmas for a chance to follow a different path and mend her broken heart…

All she wants for Christmas is to save the man she loves…

Christmas Once Again from Boldwood Books.

You can check out Christmas Once Again here:
US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V1QT9Z6
UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07V1QT9Z6

Next video in series: Girdles for the War Effort

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Bookbloggers — get your copy on NetGalley!

Calling all Bookbloggers:

I’m thrilled to announce that Christmas Once Again

is on Net Galley!!

All she wants for Christmas is to save the man she loves…

Christmas Once Again – WW 2 time travel

US https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/book/174137

UK https://www.netgalley.co.uk/catalog/book/174137

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If you ever wanted to go home again . . . this is the story for you!

A hot, sexy hero, a spunky heroine who tries to save him, and the magic of a small town Christmas . . . and plenty of good food!

So hop aboard the Mistletoe Flyer and meet the Arden Family doing their best to support the troops during that Christmas of 1943.

More about Christmas Once Again as we get closer to pub date…

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I’m happy to present the BOLDWOOD BOOKS Releases:

So, here we are with my wonderful publisher for my Christmas book, BOLDWOOD BOOKS — I love making videos and I put together the video above to introduce you to my fellow Boldwood Books authors with releases during the month of September 2019:

UK Links:     

The Secret to Happiness by Jessica Redland 

The Orphan Daughter by Sheila Riley

Stalker by Gemma Rogers                

Christmas Every Day by Beth Moran 

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US Links:

The Secret to Happiness by Jessica Redland  /   

The Orphan Daughter by Sheila Riley 

Stalker by Gemma Rogers 

Christmas Every Day by Beth Moran 

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And here are the August 2019 releases in my video:

UK Links:

The Daughter In Law by Nina Manning

Villa of Sun and Secrets by Jennifer Bohnet 

Honeymoon for One by Frankie Collins

 

US Links:

The Daughter in Law by Nina Manning

Villa of Sun and Secrets by Jennifer Bohnet

Honeymoon for One by Frankie Collins

Go to BOLDWOOD BOOKS for more info about their authors and e-books and print books. Audio books also available!

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Time travel back to Christmas 1943 on the home front

Exciting news re: my holiday Women’s Fiction novel CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN — release day is October 10th! It’s now up for pre-order at $2.99

On a cold December day in 1955, I got on a train to go back home for Christmas.
This is the story of what happened when I got off that train.
In 1943.

Christmas Once Again:

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V1QT9Z6

UK: www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Once-Again-Jina-Bacarr-ebook/dp/B07V1QT9Z6

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Christmas Once Again WW 2 time travel romance in color: Nylons

We always think of World War 2 as being shot in black and white, but what if you could experience it in color?

Check out my video for a vintage b&w photo turning into color, then travel in time to 1943 with Kate Arden when she goes home for Christmas for a chance to follow a different path and mend her broken heart…

All she wants for Christmas is to save the man she loves…

Christmas Once Again from Boldwood Books.

You can check out Christmas Once Again here:
US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V1QT9Z6
UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07V1QT9Z6

Next video in series: Victory Red Lipstick

===========================

Bookbloggers — get your copy on NetGalley!

Calling all Bookbloggers:

I’m thrilled to announce that Christmas Once Again

is on Net Galley!!

All she wants for Christmas is to save the man she loves…

Christmas Once Again – WW 2 time travel

US https://www.netgalley.com/catalog/book/174137

UK https://www.netgalley.co.uk/catalog/book/174137

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————–

If you ever wanted to go home again . . . this is the story for you!

A hot, sexy hero, a spunky heroine who tries to save him, and the magic of a small town Christmas . . . and plenty of good food!

So hop aboard the Mistletoe Flyer and meet the Arden Family doing their best to support the troops during that Christmas of 1943.

More about Christmas Once Again as we get closer to pub date…

————–

I’m happy to present the BOLDWOOD BOOKS Releases:

So, here we are with my wonderful publisher for my Christmas book, BOLDWOOD BOOKS — I love making videos and I put together the video above to introduce you to my fellow Boldwood Books authors with releases during the month of September 2019:

UK Links:     

The Secret to Happiness by Jessica Redland 

The Orphan Daughter by Sheila Riley

Stalker by Gemma Rogers                

Christmas Every Day by Beth Moran 

 ——————–

US Links:

The Secret to Happiness by Jessica Redland  /   

The Orphan Daughter by Sheila Riley 

Stalker by Gemma Rogers 

Christmas Every Day by Beth Moran 

——————

And here are the August 2019 releases in my video:

UK Links:

The Daughter In Law by Nina Manning

Villa of Sun and Secrets by Jennifer Bohnet 

Honeymoon for One by Frankie Collins

 

US Links:

The Daughter in Law by Nina Manning

Villa of Sun and Secrets by Jennifer Bohnet

Honeymoon for One by Frankie Collins

Go to BOLDWOOD BOOKS for more info about their authors and e-books and print books. Audio books also available!

———-

Time travel back to Christmas 1943 on the home front

Exciting news re: my holiday Women’s Fiction novel CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN — release day is October 10th! It’s now up for pre-order at $2.99

On a cold December day in 1955, I got on a train to go back home for Christmas.
This is the story of what happened when I got off that train.
In 1943.

Christmas Once Again:

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V1QT9Z6

UK: www.amazon.co.uk/Christmas-Once-Again-Jina-Bacarr-ebook/dp/B07V1QT9Z6

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A Trip down Memory Lane on Independent Bookstore Day

The store opened in 1934

Come with me on a trip down memory lane for Independent Bookstore Day to a fave bookstore in Long Beach, CA that closed a while back.

I shot this video before Acres of Books closed and couldn’t resist pulling it out for a bit of nostalgia remembering all the great indie bookstores.

I loved this used bookstore — and it was very organized. They used to give you a flashlight if you needed it for the back rooms since it was often dark in the smaller rooms. And they had a fabulous collection of old sheet music — I bought lots for my piano!

Do you have any fave indie bookstores?

Check out my video:

Catching up on my Instagram video posts…

I love posting on IG — making video posts. So here are a few of my recent faves! They’re all less than minute long…and yes, pink, pink and more pink is a theme color I love.

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

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

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii

December 7, 1941

7:30 a.m.

Dear Peggy,

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

Then he kissed me.

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

7:45 a.pink_hibiscus_nurse_phonem.

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

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

Here’s my news, he…

7:55 a.m.

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

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

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11:30 p.m.

It’s over. For now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

wiped them away with defiance.

Nurses don’t cry.pink_hibiscus_nurse_soldier

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

Thank God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was here, alive.

My patient came first.

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

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

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

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

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

We were at war.

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

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

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

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

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

Love, your big sister,

Kitty

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World War 2 women soldiers

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

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

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

December 1943 Italy

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

Winner in the Novella Category in the I Heart Indie contest

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

~Jina

Also, my Civil War medical drama:

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

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

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

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

Featured Image -- 2069If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:

LOVE ME FOREVER  on SALE for 99 cents until December 9, 2018

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

 

 

 

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

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“Christmas Once and Again”

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

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

In 1943.

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

 

Halloween Witch Shoe and Pumpkin Video . . . and me on a candy run

Since I “previewed” too much of the Halloween candy over the weekend, I had to fill up the candy coffers!

Here’s a fun video I did at my local grocery store.

Now where did I put those chocolate peanut butter cups . . .

Coming up: My Speed Date with a Vampire promo.

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas — TY to everyone!! FREE Oct 13 and Oct 14 — Fri and Sat

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

Sooo thankful to everyone who nominated my Kindle Scout book The Magic Christmas Train . . . it wasn’t chosen and I wanted to do something to say “Thank you,” so for Friday and Saturday, Oct 13 & 14, my WW II Christmas novella “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas” will be FREE!

It takes place around the same time — Dec 1943 when the Allies were pushing north in Italy . . . when an American captain makes a wrong turn and ends up in a bombed out village . . . and meets a beautiful nun.

It’s got forbidden sweet romance, stolen art, Nazis, and a whole lotta snow.
Thank you again for your support!

Art stolen by the Nazis figures predominately in my romance novella “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”

Sister Angelina discovers what the Nazis are up to and risks her life to save the art treasures. Here she is in the Monastery of Monte D’Oro Rose.

© Induka11 | Dreamstime.com

© Induka11 | Dreamstime.com

Sister Angelina and Capt. Mack O’Casey are spying on the brutal Nazi major in this scene through a peephole from their hiding place:

Excerpt:

The library was filled with drunken Nazis.

Angelina focused on the outrageous behavior of the German officer with the pretty brunette on his lap. Ines. “Oh, my Lord…” she whispered, and then blessed herself. Major von Arx sat at the long table where the monks prayed, running his fingers up and down the girl’s shiny, smooth stockings. Silk. Ines let out a breathy sigh when he parted her thighs and his hand dove under her skirt.

Embarrassed, the young nun looked away from the spy hole.

Oh, the shame. What would the captain think if he saw her watching them?

“What is it, Sister?”

“Nothing but the devil at play,” she said, her cheeks flaming.

“Your words intrigue me.” The captain put his eye to the peephole and smirked. “Are you certain he doesn’t know we’re watching him?”

“Yes, but we must be careful he doesn’t see us. The peephole was hidden by priceless Renaissance paintings,” she said, wishing she’d never brought him here. “Until the Nazi major stole them.”

“Stole them?”

“Yes. The German officer ordered his guards to remove the paintings and ready them for transport. For the Fuehrer, he said. Two days ago, I hid in the tower and watched his men leave through the narrow passage and head down the mountain with mules packed with wooden crates.”

“Men died trying to climb these mountains, Sister,” said the captain, not trying to hide the raw edge to his voice. “Good men. Brave men. The mud, the stench of death all around us, but we kept going. For what? So this Nazi bastard could steal from the Church?”

His eyes glowed a vibrant blue more intense than a cloudless sky. Angelina felt deep into her bones here was a man of faith who could be trusted. A man who stirred her soul with the desire to feel his strong arms around her. Sweet yearnings to feel skin against skin that tore her apart. Especially at night when her small cell was dark and her cotton chemise stuck to her body drenched in sweat, feelings she didn’t understand tormenting her. The captain brought those feelings to the surface.

He was dangerous to her.

Dear God, why must you lead me into temptation?

“We must return to the orphanage so you can rest before it’s time for you to leave,” she said. It saddened her to send him on his way, but she must. “I will lead you through the secret passage down the mountain. From there you can take the road north to Rome. I will see to it Marcello brings you the abbot’s finest wine to take with you on your journey.”

“Do you think God would approve?” he said with a grin.

“Yes, though He doesn’t always approve of what I’ve done.”

“Are you telling me the sweet angel before me is not what she seems?”

Angelina blinked. Had he guessed her secret?

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What is Angelina’s secret? Find out in A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.”

Coming up on Saturday: an extended video excerpt from Chapter One of A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.” 

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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1943 Italy and Art Stolen by the Nazis: Excerpt from “A Soldier’s Italian Christmas” for #Christmas Day

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas: Excerpt from Chapter One from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Merry Christmas!! Art is a big part of my life — so it’s no wonder I wrote about stolen art. Here’s a favorite post from A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.

Sister Angelina discovers what the Nazis are up to in my story and risks her life to save the art treasures. Here she is in the Monastery of Monte D’Oro Rose.

© Induka11 | Dreamstime.com

© Induka11 | Dreamstime.com

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas deals with art stolen by the Nazis.

Sister Angelina and Capt. Mack O’Casey are spying on the brutal Nazi major in this scene through a peephole from their hiding place:

Excerpt:

The library was filled with drunken Nazis.

Angelina focused on the outrageous behavior of the German officer with the pretty brunette on his lap. Ines. “Oh, my Lord…” she whispered, and then blessed herself. Major von Arx sat at the long table where the monks prayed, running his fingers up and down the girl’s shiny, smooth stockings. Silk. Ines let out a breathy sigh when he parted her thighs and his hand dove under her skirt.

Embarrassed, the young nun looked away from the spy hole.

Oh, the shame. What would the captain think if he saw her watching them?

“What is it, Sister?”

“Nothing but the devil at play,” she said, her cheeks flaming.

“Your words intrigue me.” The captain put his eye to the peephole and smirked. “Are you certain he doesn’t know we’re watching him?”

“Yes, but we must be careful he doesn’t see us. The peephole was hidden by priceless Renaissance paintings,” she said, wishing she’d never brought him here. “Until the Nazi major stole them.”

“Stole them?”

“Yes. The German officer ordered his guards to remove the paintings and ready them for transport. For the Fuehrer, he said. Two days ago, I hid in the tower and watched his men leave through the narrow passage and head down the mountain with mules packed with wooden crates.”

“Men died trying to climb these mountains, Sister,” said the captain, not trying to hide the raw edge to his voice. “Good men. Brave men. The mud, the stench of death all around us, but we kept going. For what? So this Nazi bastard could steal from the Church?”

His eyes glowed a vibrant blue more intense than a cloudless sky. Angelina felt deep into her bones here was a man of faith who could be trusted. A man who stirred her soul with the desire to feel his strong arms around her. Sweet yearnings to feel skin against skin that tore her apart. Especially at night when her small cell was dark and her cotton chemise stuck to her body drenched in sweat, feelings she didn’t understand tormenting her. The captain brought those feelings to the surface.

He was dangerous to her.

Dear God, why must you lead me into temptation?

“We must return to the orphanage so you can rest before it’s time for you to leave,” she said. It saddened her to send him on his way, but she must. “I will lead you through the secret passage down the mountain. From there you can take the road north to Rome. I will see to it Marcello brings you the abbot’s finest wine to take with you on your journey.”

“Do you think God would approve?” he said with a grin.

“Yes, though He doesn’t always approve of what I’ve done.”

“Are you telling me the sweet angel before me is not what she seems?”

Angelina blinked. Had he guessed her secret?

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What is Angelina’s secret? Find out in A Soldier’s Italian Christmas, available on Amazon Kindle and Amazon UnLimited.

Video excerpt from Chapter One of A Soldier’s Italian Christmas.” I used beautiful photos from www.Dreamstime.com to put it together with my voiceover and music by Kevin MacLeod www.incompetech.com

Cover Design by Ramona Lockwood
www.coversbyramona.blogspot.com
http://www.romancenovelcovers.com/

Sorbet for your Writing — check out my Bonus Video for #ThrillWriting

In case you haven’t checked out Fiona Quinn’s ThrillWriting Blogspot, by all means do so for some fab posts about the interesting worlds of many fascinating authors. I was thrilled (okay, pun intended) when she asked me to talk about making videos.

So here is “Sorbet for Your Writing” – making videos with me, Jina Bacarr.

Fiona just added this bonus video I made about what you must know in the world of video, including extra tips to help you get started.

Any questions? Please ask me…I love hearing from you.

~Jina

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Love Me Forever is on sale for $1.99 — A Civil War time travel romance from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

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

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Featured Image -- 2069If you love Civil War romance and time travel and TWO hunky military heroes, check out my Kindle Scout winner:

LOVE ME FOREVER

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

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