Jina Bacarr
author : Jina BacarrI love the Titanic.\n\nTHE RUNAWAY GIRL, a Titanic love story, is up for pre-order! Pub date: March 17, 2020.\n\nAlso check out CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN, where a lonely food editor risks it all to travel back through time to 1943 to save the man she loves from being killed on a secret mission in France...\n\nI discovered early on that I inherited the gift of the gab from my large Irish family when I penned a story about a princess who ran away to Paris with her pet turtle Lulu. I was twelve. I grew up listening to their wild, outlandish tales and it was those early years of storytelling that led to my love of history and traveling. \n\nI enjoy writing to classical music with a hot cup of java by my side. I adore dark chocolate truffles, vintage anything, the smell of bread baking and rainy days in museums. I’ve always loved walking through history—from Pompeii to Verdun to Old Paris.\n\nThe voices of the past speak to me through carriages with cracked leather seats, stiff ivory-colored crinolines and worn satin slippers. I’ve always wondered what it was like to walk in those slippers when they were new. \n
author : Jina BacarrI love the Titanic.\n\nTHE RUNAWAY GIRL, a Titanic love story, is up for pre-order! Pub date: March 17, 2020.\n\nAlso check out CHRISTMAS ONCE AGAIN, where a lonely food editor risks it all to travel back through time to 1943 to save the man she loves from being killed on a secret mission in France...\n\nI discovered early on that I inherited the gift of the gab from my large Irish family when I penned a story about a princess who ran away to Paris with her pet turtle Lulu. I was twelve. I grew up listening to their wild, outlandish tales and it was those early years of storytelling that led to my love of history and traveling. \n\nI enjoy writing to classical music with a hot cup of java by my side. I adore dark chocolate truffles, vintage anything, the smell of bread baking and rainy days in museums. I’ve always loved walking through history—from Pompeii to Verdun to Old Paris.\n\nThe voices of the past speak to me through carriages with cracked leather seats, stiff ivory-colored crinolines and worn satin slippers. I’ve always wondered what it was like to walk in those slippers when they were new. \n