Power Women of the Confederacy by @JinaBacarr #KindleScout

Please welcome author Jina Bacarr with a post about women in the Civil War.

Power Women of ConfederacyPower Women of the Confederacy

by Jina Bacarr

War is heartbreaking, especially for women.

The Civil War was no exception.

Women sent their husbands, sweethearts, sons, brothers and fathers off to fight while they were expected to sit home and wait. Sew uniforms, make jams, write letters.

Then something extraordinary happened. For the first time, women from both the North and South took up the cause, dusted off their schoolbooks and became teachers (a male dominated profession), became nurses, put on a uniform. Got into the fight.

The heroines in my time travel, LOVE ME FOREVER, are no exception. I call them the “Power Women of the Confederacy.”

Liberty Jordan is a Civil War re-enactor: disguised as a Confederate officer. She’s thrust back to the battle of Antietam in 1862 and takes it upon herself to challenge a handsome Union Army surgeon about the inhumane treatment of prisoners:

She squared her shoulders, though her lower lip trembled. “Since when is it your duty, sir, to condemn a soldier to harsh treatment and ghastly conditions?”

He was caught in a trap. How could he deny that?

“Are you questioning my authority?”

“Yes,” she said boldly, her eyes sparking. “I warn you, Major, more men will die from disease in this war than battle wounds.”

“I could have you shot for insubordination,” he said in a harsh tone, hoping to frighten the young officer into keeping her radical opinions to herself. No telling what would happen to her if she didn’t.

Damn female was getting under his skin.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

His gaze locked with green eyes that challenged him, made him wish he’d never sent for her. She did things to him no woman had a right to do, made him wonder if she was right about disease claiming more lives. That upset him more than he was willing to admit.

Aloud, he said, “Keep up that kind of dangerous talk, Lieutenant, and you’ll end up hanging from a tree.”


Pauletta Sue Buckingham, a Tennessee belle, lost her beloved Texas Ranger in the war and became a Confederate spy to avenge his death. Here she explains to Liberty what she’s fighting for:

“If you were a real Southerner, you would understand what we’re fighting for,” Pauletta Sue said, accepting the fact Liberty was a virtual stranger to her cause. “We women have been unable to express our feelings for too long, always protected and cared for like chickens in a hen house. Now it’s our turn to rise up and help our men in their time of need and prove we’re equal to them. That our brains are no less intelligent because of our gender, that we’re no less brave because we wear skirts. That whatever our skin color, we can and will fight to the death for our cause.”

Liberty’s jaw dropped. She was stunned but impressed when Pauletta Sue finished her speech. She cast a glance at Bedelia, silently mouthing every word. She, too, was part of the fight.

Now she understood the bond these two women shared. A sisterhood without the boundaries of race or color.

Love Me Forever coverLOVE ME FOREVER is on Kindle Scout — you can read the first 5,000 words on my campaign page. You’ll meet both my heroines and both my heroes in the excerpt. If you nominate my story and it’s published by Kindle Scout, then you’ll receive a free copy!

It’s a saga of love and romance and war. Believe me, I walked every road, fought every battle with my characters, even walked around in a hoop skirt to “get it right.”

author Jina Bacarr

Jina Bacarr

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Spring Flowers Excerpt: Lady Elinor’s Escape #SpringflingRomance

Spring Fling RomanceIt’s spring, season of flowers and showers (except in California) so I’m sharing an excerpt from my sweet Regency romance.

Lady Elinor's Escape coverLady Elinor’s Escape
By Linda McLaughlin
Sweet Regency Romance

Short blurb: When a runaway heiress masquerades as a seamstress, she complicates the life of a tortured barrister who specializes in rescuing females in distress. Can he save her from a disaster of her own making or will the past repeat itself?

In this excerpt, Stephen shows up at the dress shop on a rainy spring day with a basket of flowers.

He handed her the basket of flowers, then shrugged out of his coat and handed it and his hat to Peggy O’Shea. She gave him a flirtatious smile in return before hanging the wet items on a nearby rack.

Elinor stepped forward. “Flowers, Mr. Chaplin?”

He turned toward her. “Ah, Mrs. Brown. Yes, I thought these spring blossoms just the thing to brighten Madame Latour’s shop on such a dismal day.”

“How very kind you are,” said Ellie. “But an entire basketful?”

He smiled. “The young girl selling them was in despair over the lack of customers. She appeared to be almost drowned and nearly in tears, so I bought all she had, including the basket.”

“And paid far more than they were worth, I am certain,” Elinor murmured.

“Did you say something, Mrs. Brown?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing of importance.”

He rummaged through the basket and produced a nosegay of bluebells, which he presented to Dolly. “These are for you, to match your eyes.”

Her blue eyes grew wide with wonder as she accepted the nosegay. “Oh, sir, no one ever give me flowers afore.”

“Well, I am certain this will not be the last time,” he said gallantly. Ignoring Dolly’s worshipful look, he returned to the basket for another nosegay, white violets this time, which he gave to Peggy.

She bobbed him a curtsy. “Oh, thank ye, yer lordship.”

He gave her a warm smile. “You are very welcome, Miss O’Shea. But I am not a lord, merely a mister.”

“No matter. ’Tis a fine gentleman ye are, to be thinking of us working girls.”

“Girls, why do you not go on home?” Mimi asked. “You have all worked so very hard today, and there will be no more customers, n’est-ce-pas?”

With glad smiles for Mimi, and more thanks and curtsies for Stephen Chaplin, the girls donned their cloaks and left the shop.

“I will get a vase for these lovely flowers,” Mimi said. “Please come into the parlor, Monsieur Chaplin, and warm yourself by the fire. I have made the coffee and there is water for tea.”

“Thank you,” Stephen Chaplin said. He delved into the basket one last time before handing it to Mimi. As she left the room, he handed Elinor a bunch of purple violets.

Elinor held them to her nose and breathed in the sweet, delicate fragrance. “‘A violet in the youth of primary nature, forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,’” she quoted.

“‘The perfume and suppliance of a minute; no more,’” he added softly.

Startled, she gazed into his warm honey-brown eyes and her pulse began to race. She would have to guard her heart around this man? Why did he have to have such an effect on her? Was it simply because he was the only eligible gentleman she had ever known?

No, a gentleman who brought flowers to poor shop girls and quoted Shakespeare was surely out of the ordinary. What a catch he would be for some young lady. But of course, not for her.

Lady Elinor’s Escape is available at Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00CHSNEII

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lady-elinors-escape/id645217449
BN/Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lady-elinors-escape-linda-mclaughlin/1100559263
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/lady-elinor-s-escape
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What’s your spring flower?