Got your Halloween costume? Not yet?
Whether you’re going out with a gorgeous man or with your girlfriends, it’s a time to shine. Once you have your costume, here are 5 Halloween tips for the big night:
1 – Pick a costume that reveals enough of you, but not too much. As a famous stripper once said, “It’s not what you take off, it’s how you do it.” It’s all about the tease.
2 – If you enjoy a cocktail or two, any alcohol at all, this is a no brainer. Don’t drive. That’s what Uber is for.
3 – Eyelash glue – pack an extra tube. There’s nothing more humiliating than your date finding your soggy false eyelashes in his brew or stuck on his forehead after that big kiss. Bring a tiny bag with your makeup essentials that you can wear unnoticed on your costume or around your wrist.
4 – Carry a small amount of cash—in your bra, strapped to your thigh—along with a credit card even if you have a date (in case he turns out to be a ghoul).
5 — Shoes. Wear the stilettos, but somewhere have a pair of comfy but cute flats stashed. In your car, his car, a Halloween-decorated purse. Your feet will thank you at the witching hour.
I love Halloween and I’ve had my share of crazy dates. So when the Charmed Writers headed up by the fabulous Tari-Lynn Porter-Jewett decided to have a Facebook Halloween Event over at
The Charmed Connection Halloween Event 2018
Hosted by Tari Lynn Porter-Jewett
I signed up to write Flash Fiction. My story is called: My Speed Date with a Vampire.
We’re still finalizing the details, so I’ll update here as we get closer to Halloween!
Till then, Happy Halloween!
Special treat: here’s a video I made with a Halloween twist for my erotic romance Spice novel, “Naughty Paris.”
Amazon: Naughty Paris
by Jina Bacarr
Music: “Duet Musette”
Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0
What if Scrooge was a sexy hunk?
I couldn’t resist writing about this modern day Scrooge in my holiday novella, A Naughty Christmas Carol.
Three sexy female ghosts try to save the soul of a Wall Street trader on this naughty Christmas Eve.
Nick Radnor is a Wall Street trader with no heart.
Money is his mistress.
That doesnâ€™t stop him from having sex in his office on Christmas Eve with his secretary, Jinger Hunt.
Or keeping his beautiful fiancÃ©e, Monique Ashford, dangling on a string. Heâ€™s relentless in his pursuit of wealth and power. Wall Street is in his blood, along with the thrill of risking it all, but he canâ€™t forget the painful memories of Christmas when he was a kid.
Nick works hard, but plays harder in a gentlemen’s club called Mamieâ€™s. After a wild Christmas Eve at Mamieâ€™s, Nick is in a drunken stupor when he hears the eerie sound of rattling chains proclaiming the arrival of the tormented ghost of Charlie Harris, his dead partner.
The last thing Nick needs is Charlieâ€™s ghost telling him he is doomed to walk the earth for eternity, chained by his sins.
Whatâ€™s even more disturbing to Nick is the arrival of three sexy female ghosts, who warn him that if he doesnâ€™t change his ways he will lose it all, including Monique, the woman he loves.
On this naughty Christmas Eve, Nick will learn the terrifying full scope of where his life is headed because of his corporate greed. In a peek into the future that will shatter his every expectation, Nick realizes the choices he makes now will have deadly consequences for everyone he loves.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Morning sunlight, wiggling through the petit-point pattern on the lacy curtain, hovers over my shoulder to see what Iâ€™m writing. A red-breasted robin fluttering about on the window sill holds its breath, pen scratchings fill my ears.
I am beside myself with excitement, spilling blue ink on my gown and smudging the fine rice paper upon which I write with dirty fingerprints, but I know you shall forgive me for word has reached me that my memoir, The Blonde Samurai, has found its way to faraway shores.
A place whereâ€“
The romance of carnival and exquisite masks enchants the eye.
The sacred mount of the holy saints restores oneâ€™s faith.
The musical language of the arts and literature delights the ear and enriches the soul.
I must recount to you how pleased I am that the story of this Irish-American lass and her samurai has made its way to such a grand place.
Here then is the visual and audio presentation in Italian of the publisherâ€™s synopsis of â€œBionda Samuraiâ€ (available May 13th). Grazie!
Postscript: I have also included the English translation for you:
â€œShe is determined to recount her adventures in every detail, from the electrifying moments to the salacious, her life ruled by her insatiable appetite for all things sensual. Her story takes us from London to Japan, where the journey takes you through a maze of raw and vivid eroticism.
â€œTantalizing and provocative scenes of sensuality await you in Japan. This is the return of class because Jina Bacarr (author of â€œThe Blonde Geishaâ€ and â€œCleopatraâ€™s Perfumeâ€œ) puts forward with her usual skill a story that is unique and has earned her millions of readers around the world, her themes more endearing and bold with provocative situations raw and sexy but always romantic.”
Iâ€™m very honored to be a Fresh Pick. According to the email I receivedâ€“â€œThe Fresh Pick is chosen by a group of readersâ€¦â€
Writing is a solitary profession, but I can tell you that as a writer, my characters make me laugh, angry at times (when they donâ€™t do what you tell them) and cry.
I remember feeling the anguish of my heroine, Katie, when she feared she would never have a child.
“Yet I was aware that by keeping separate quarters from my husband, I had doomed myself to a life left unfulfilled. The reality of what they meant raked across my heart, grabbing me, my faith shaken, my mood saddened. Would I ever know the joy, the soft smells, the magic of motherhood? A dull ache settled in my empty womb, disheartened as I was by the thought of a life of barrenness.”
Or how much she missed her Irish-American family when she first arrived in Japan.
“A maudlin homesickness seeped through the layers of my silken kimono and made me yearn for the times when I was a girl back home in our white frame house surrounded by woods, Da and Mother and my little sister, Elva, gathered around the wood fire on cold nights, eating cream cakes and listening to my father tell tall stories about what it was like back in Ireland when he was a young man during the potato famine some thirty years ago.”
“Too stubborn to ask for help, my Irish pride and my bustle got the better of me when I sat down and slid off the cushion and onto the matting, my legs flying up into the air, my layers of petticoats and skirts covering my face. I was a sight to behold sprawled out on the floor, laughing, with poor Mr. Fawkes trying to pull me up without grabbing the wrong part of my anatomy.”
And how amazed she was to discover that the Empress of Japan was a charming young woman who shared her interest in fashion.
“…the Empress was openly curious about the rows and rows of lace trimming my flounces and petticoats. I was delighted when she suggested sponsoring a school to make the beautiful fabric. I knew she longed to have a red satin petticoat and white velvet gown set with off-the-shoulder cap sleeves and dotted with pearls like the one I’d brought with me from Paris.”
Then there was Shintaro.
â€œYet the first man I took to my bed after my wedding night was not my husbandâ€”or yoursâ€”but one of the most mysterious, elusive and enigmatic men in all Japan. A samurai.â€œHis name was Shintaro.â€
Iâ€™m thrilled that the readers at FreshFiction.com also enjoyed the adventures of Lady Carlton nÃ©e Katie Oâ€™Roarke. Thank you!!
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