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Can you believe there are only 41 shopping days till Christmas? What better way to count off the days than with this fun calendar I put together using photos I bought from www.dreamstime.com

Check out my erotic Christmas novella, A NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS CAROL on Amazon where “Scrooge meets Wall Street.”

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Click here if you missed Episode 1 of “A Naughty Christmas Carol.”

EPISODE 2:

When we left Sir Harry, he had no Christmas spirit. No wreaths, no caroling, none at all. He refused to help the poor as his lady love, Lady Florentine requested. Worse yet, he ordered his mistress Nellie Rose to his residence on Christmas morning for his own pleasure, ignoring her request to visit her sick mother who lived near the docks in East London.

Then Sir Harry is visited by the ghost of Lord Buckley, the Master of Whippingate…

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Welcome to A Naughty Christmas Carol, a holiday story video told with pictures and words.

The idea for the story came from the heroine in my Harlequin Spice novel, The Blonde Samurai, nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award. The Blonde Samurai is the story of Katie O’Roarke, an Irish American heiress who goes to Victorian London to wed a British lord.

It’s 1873 and Katie O’Roarke is headed to Japan as a virgin bride after marrying Lord Carlton. There she falls in love with a handsome samurai, but not before she spent a Season in London, far from the woods of her Pennsylvania home. As Lady Carlton, she was privy to the comings and goings of the British aristocracy and their fascinating and often incorrigible mores.

Here is one such story she heard whispered in Mayfair drawing rooms, a holiday tale called A Naughty Christmas Carol.    

In Episode 1, we meet Sir Harry,” though that is not his real name, as a young man. It’s Christmas Eve and he’s being very disagreeable with Lady Florentine, the gentlewoman who loves him, and his mistress, Nellie Rose, a fine lass whose mum is sick, as he makes his way to Madame Moiret’s bawdy establishment on York Street…

Join me next week for EPISODE 2 of: 

“A NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS CAROL”

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The Blonde Samurai by Jina Bacarr

by Lady Carlton née Katie O’Roarke, heroine of “The Blonde Samurai

“I have great admiration for Mr. Dickens’ Christmas story about the incorrigible Mr. Scrooge, but in this posting I shall tell you about the exploits of another gentleman who deigned to meet up with three affable ghosts on one naughty Christmas Eve years ago.

“I shall call him “Sir Harry” to keep his identity secret since he is a prominent member of the British Parliament, a still handsome man with the wisdom of his years lighting up his silver-gray eyes.  A good fellow he is, and one you would recognize if saw him at a Mayfair soiree.

“But I’ve heard heated whispers that he wasn’t always such a well-respected gentleman…”

Continue reading A Naughty Christmas Carol on my “A Naughty Victorian Lady tells all…”  blog at eHarlequin.com.

Best,
Jina

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February 2010: meet The Blonde Samurai
“She embraced the way of the warrior. Two swords. Two loves.”

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"The Christmas Piano" by Jina Bacarr

I love the Holiday Season.  No matter what has been happening throughout the year, you can’t help but take a moment to catch your breath and take in the joy of the season all around you…

Shiny silver and gold decorations, sleigh bells ringing on cell phones, Christmas carols blasting at the mall, yummy sugar cookies baking in the oven and–

The spicy smell of pine wafting from a Christmas Tree.  Except at my house.  I have mistletoe hanging in the hallway (what romance writer doesn’t?) and a fresh garland wreath gracing the front door…

But you see, well, my Christmas Tree is different. 

It’s a piano.

Continue reading about my Christmas Piano Tree at NAUGHTY AUTHOR CHICKS.

Best,
Jina     

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February 2010: meet The Blonde Samurai
“She embraced the way of the warrior. Two swords. Two loves.” 

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HOLIDAY VIDEO:

Here is my Christmas Piano Tree for 2009 with The Blonde Samurai as my theme:

Best,
Jina     

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February 2010: meet The Blonde Samurai
“She embraced the way of the warrior. Two swords. Two loves.”

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"The Blonde Samurai"

 

by Lady Carlton née Katie O’Roarke, heroine of The Blonde Samurai”  

I imagine you are a sensible young British noblewoman in this year of 1876, going about the exhausting travails of getting ready for Christmas Eve–  

You must make certain Cook has prepared the goose all plump and tender, and don’t forget to taste the spicy plum pudding and enjoy a glass of claret while you do so.  Then you’re off to your dressmaker on Bond Street to implore her to cut the neckline of your red velvet holiday gown lower to show off more décolletage while you–  

Wish Santa would stuff your Christmas stocking with a naughty story…  

Did I hear you gasp? Reach for your box of smelling powders? You don’t have to pretend with me that you haven’t wished for a delicious read while you were being fitted for your new crimson satin corset, the corsetiere pulling your stays so tight you nearly fainted.  

Why shouldn’t you have a naughty story to entertain you when his lordship whiles away the afternoon at his club or bets on the races at Ascot? Turnabout is fair play since English gentlemen have their pick of erotic magazines to choose from, such as The Boudoir and Exquisite. Saucy reads for a guinea each.  

And you, poor dear, are still reading that dreadful thing your mother-in-law gave you for a wedding present: The Wives of England; Their Relative Duties, Domestic Influence and Social Obligations.

No more. I shall alleviate your longing with an excerpt from my upcoming memoir written as Lady Carlton (I’m Irish-American born, though I pray you shan’t hold that against me). It’s called “The Blonde Samurai“–yes, I know it’s considered quite scandalous, but I assure you I did fall in love with a tall, handsome samurai, one of the most mysterious, elusive and enigmatic men in all Japan. I’ve penned quite an erotic tale about my adventure, including a naughty story in my memoir about an impetuous lass called Molly Pearlbottom.  

As I wrote in The Blonde Samurai:  

“So, in accordance with the memory of what I read on that stormy afternoon in Lord Penmore’s library with the steady sound of rain beating on the roof and moisture seeping between my thighs, and what I’ve since learned about the delicate art of bondage from a true master, I will re-create a chapter in the life of Molly Pearlbottom.  

“The licentious goings-on still make me sigh…  

“Molly Pearlbottom, daughter of the town vicar, had one aspiration in her young life: to be flogged by the dashing Lord of Malworth Hall. He was taller than any man she’d ever seen, and his world was one of aristocrats and power, strappings and aggression, strength and domination. Every time she walked by the great manor house, she daydreamed about being bound and nude before his approving eye, then wrote about it in her curly handwriting in her copybook.  

All the other girls in the village had received their share of whippings and spankings by the roguish lord, who dutifully followed the family tradition of all the lairds before him. Every third Wednesday of the month, precisely at noon, he chose a willing recipient of his silver-handled, blue riding crop from all the girls who lined up under the great oak tree on top of the hill. Dropping their drawers and turning their bare backsides toward him, they all wondered, Who would be the lucky lass today? Her ivory-smooth bottom smarting from delicate pink welts rising up on her skin like fresh blossoms, her flesh quivering with delight, her squeals and whimpers signaling a secret code of pleasure?  

“Not Molly. Her father kept her so busy on Wednesday afternoons washing down the rectory with soap, a brush and a pail of water, she never had the chance to find out. Fervent, irrational, her father allowed her no leeway, overwhelming her with chores. She had no opportunity to assuage her hunger for whippings and the pursuit of her secret pleasure.  

“Until today..”  

Find out if Molly gets her wish in “The Misadventures of Molly Pearlbottom,” a story within a story in The Blonde Samurai.

 

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“She embraced the way of the warrior. Two swords. Two loves.”  

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