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Cleopatra’s Perfume has received 4 stars from Romantic Times Magazine! 
Very exciting. 

 I so enjoyed writing this story about a woman looking for love in a time filled with danger and intrigue…3 men…3 loves…3 obsessions.

Best, Jina

 Cleopatra's Perfume Cover 

by Jina Bacarr

RT Rating:
Category: EROTICA
Publisher: SPICE
Published: April 2009
Type: Erotica Fiction

This story has plenty going for it — exotic locales, unique characters, humor and lots of deliciously hot sex. It’s interesting and fun … not a bad combination.

Summary: When a ruse involving illicit sex, an exit visa and a slightly perverse Nazi officer goes awry, American pilot Chuck Dawn and Lady Eve Marlowe are separated — and Chuck wonders if he’ll ever see the mysterious Englishwoman again. Reading her journal, which details her exploits sexual and otherwise, Chuck finds that he wants to. Even after learning her secrets, ones which could impact any hope of a future together, Chuck can’t forget what he experienced in her arms — and not just because Eve may actually wear Cleopatra’s perfume. (SPICE, Apr., 416 pp., $13.95)
—Catherine Witmer



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I’ve been working on a video for my new Spice release, Cleopatra’s Perfume, about a titled Englishwoman who has an insatiable appetite for sexual adventure in 1939 Europe.  What pictures could I use to evoke her story? I wondered, which takes place in that time when the world was teetering on the brink of war, but the Lady Eve doesn’t see it coming.


She’s unbelievably rich, beautiful and lonely…


I put together this collage of items belonging to her as she begins her journey in the duty-free port of Port Said, a city in Egypt which “harbors a white slave trade flourishing in its hidden places, bars, and houses where young girls languish and perish under the thumbs of men.”


Collage of items belonging to Lady Eve Marlowe

Collage of items belonging to Lady Eve Marlowe

It all begins in a seedy bar when Lady Eve has her fortune told:

 “You will meet a man within a fortnight,” he insisted, “and his fire will peel the skin from your bones, making you lose all control–“


            I pulled my hand away.  “Sounds unpleasant.”  I tried to keep my voice steady, not let him see how his prediction affected me, nurtured the elusive dream I craved, but even as I said the words, my lower belly ached and {edited for explicit content}


            The fortune teller continued, “With him you will find immortality.” 

I pondered this, though not for long.  Immortality?  What nonsense.  What near eastern alchemy he was peddling I could only guess.  I doubted I could find a man to fulfill the incompleteness haunting me since my husband’s death and assuage my hunger for the pleasures long denied to me.  Still–

               “Where will I meet this man?” I had to ask, wanting to believe I could escape my loneliness through this pre-destined encounter.  I held my hands together in my lap to stop them from shaking.  If I found such a man in Port Said and found sexual pleasure with him, that would mean I’d crossed the line into another world.  I couldn’t go back.  I sensed I was at a dangerous impasse by snubbing the staid world of British royals, forcing me to face what I thought I’d left behind: My taste for the sweetest of tortures.  I’ll not regale you, dear reader, with details.  They will come later.” —from Chapter 2, Cleopatra’s Perfume


So begins the Lady Eve’s journey that will take her to Cairo, London then Berlin in the spring of 1941…





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