The Blonde Geisha

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The early summer of 1892 brought a heavy rainy season that year in Japan. Plum Rain, the Japanese called it, because it comes when the fruit bulges with ripeness and promise. Like a young girl reaching womanhood.

A girl like me.

In the ancient Japanese tradition of beauty and grace, sex and erotic fantasies are hidden secrets that only a select few may learn, and which are forbidden to foreigners. But when a threat to her father's life puts her...

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Overview

The early summer of 1892 brought a heavy rainy season that year in Japan. Plum Rain, the Japanese called it, because it comes when the fruit bulges with ripeness and promise. Like a young girl reaching womanhood.

A girl like me.

In the ancient Japanese tradition of beauty and grace, sex and erotic fantasies are hidden secrets that only a select few may learn, and which are forbidden to foreigners. But when a threat to her father's life puts her own in jeopardy, young Kathlene Mallory is sent to live in safety at the Tea House of the Look-Back Tree, where she is allowed to glimpse inside the sensual world of the geisha.

During the years of her training in the art of pleasuring men, Kathlene's desires are awakened by the promise of unending physical delights, and she eagerly prepares for the final ritual that will fulfill her dream of becoming a geisha — the selling of her virginity. The man willing to pay for such an honor, Baron Tonda, is not the man for whom Kathlene carries a secret longing, but he is the man who will bring ruin to the teahouse, and danger to Kathlene, if he is disappointed….

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Set in Japan in the 1890s, this first novel from Bacarr (The Japanese Art of Sex) reflects the author's affection for Japanese culture, even as she plays to the Western misconception of the geisha as prostitute. As a gaijin (foreigner) in Kyoto, Kathlene Mallory-a 15-year-old green-eyed blonde-implausibly dreams of becoming a sexy geisha. When Kathlene's imperiled father must leave Japan, he persuades his mistress, the owner of the Teahouse of the Look-Back Tree, to take Kathlene on as a maiko (apprentice geisha). Three years later, the nasty Baron Tonda wants to buy Kathlene's virginity before he kills her. After Kathlene falls in love with Reed Cantrell, a handsome young American, the thought of surrendering to the baron becomes even more odious. But if Kathlene doesn't comply, the baron will destroy the reputation-and livelihood-of the teahouse and all its inhabitants. Erotic romance fans should be prepared for lots of teasing and terms like "Buddha-seed," "pleasure bean" and "deepest core of your moon grotto." (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780373605101
  • Publisher: Spice
  • Publication date: 8/1/2006
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 5.13 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 1.03 (d)

Meet the Author

Jina Bacarr wrote the award-winning The Blonde Geisha and The Japanese Art of Sex. She worked as the Japan consultant on KCBS-TV, MSNBC, TechTV's Wired for Sex, Canada's Pleasure Zone, British Sky/Saucy TV, La Biennale, Venice, Italy, Men's Health Guide to the Best Sex in the World, Passport to Pleasure, The Vision Board and Playboy TV. She is author of Naughty Paris, Spies, Lies & Naked Thighs, Cleopatra's Perfume (RT Reviewers' Choice nominee) and The Blonde Samurai, an RT Top Pick
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Kioto, Japan
1892

I couldn't tell anyone, not even the gods, but I was scared...really scared. Even before I got to the nunnery, I knew I had to escape. Though I respected the nuns for their piety and servitude, I wanted to be a geisha. Had to be. Didn't nuns shave their heads and their eyebrows, making their eyes bulge big and unnatural in their faces? I held on to my long hair, vowing never to let them cut it. Even more disturbing, nuns wore plain white kimonos. White was the color of death. Why was my father taking me to a nunnery? Why?

Was I being punished?

I didn't do anything wrong. Stroking myself until I found pleasure wasn't wrong, though I was often overcome with a rising desire, a hunger that threatened to explode within me. I wanted to love and be loved. Until then, I had so much sexual energy I had to do something to release it.

But not in a nunnery.

I can't go. Please.

The world of flowers and willows is my destiny, I wanted to tell my father, no other.Didn't the geisha possess the high qualities of heart and spirit? Didn't they inherit a compelling destiny? Didn't Father say I was uprooted from my homeland like a beautiful flower re-planted in uncertain soil? Didn't a geisha also leave her home to find her destiny?

But it was not to be. "Don't dawdle, Kathlene!" my father whispered harshly in my ear, pulling me through the railroad station, my small suitcase banging hard against my thigh. It hurt, but I didn't complain. I'd have a bruise on my leg by morning, but it wouldn't show through my white stockings.

Morning.Where would I be then? Why were we here now? What happened to my peaceful world? The girls' school in Tokio run by the Women's Foreign Missionary.

What happened?

Rain pelted me in the face. I had no time to anguish over what lay ahead of me. I noticed the lack of noise and scurrying all about me, as if everyone had disappeared in the mist. That was strange. Rain never stopped the Japanese from moving about the city as quickly as hungry little mice, seeing everything, nibbling at everything. They never thought of rainy days as bad-weather days, but rather a blessing from the gods because the rain kept their rice baskets full.

As I plodded through the empty train station with my pointy shoes pinching my toes, wishing I were wearing my favorite clogs, with the little bells, the ones my father bought for me in Osaka, my entire body throbbed with the slow, steady beat of the ceremonial drum. No, it was more like a sexual lightning that struck me at the oddest moments. Since I'd reached my fifteenth birthday, more and more often the hint of such pleasures came to me. When I bathed in the large cypress tub, I wiggled with delight when the warm water, smelling of citron and tangerine, swam in and around my vaginal area, teasing me with tiny sparks of pleasure.

And at night when I lay naked in my futon, the smooth silk lining rubbed against the opening between my legs, making me moist. I wished for a man who would fill me up inside so deeply the wave of pleasure would never end. I dreamed of the day I'd feel the strength of a man's arms around me, his muscles bulging, his hands squeezing my breasts and rubbing my nipples with the tips of his fingers. I smiled. I had the feeling the nuns would frown upon me thinking such delicious, sexy thoughts.

I asked, "Where is this nunnery, Father?"

"At Jakkôin Temple, not far from here."

It isn't far enough. "Why did we leave Tokio in such a hurry?"

"Don't ask me so many questions, Kathlene," Father said, popping up his large, black umbrella to keep the rain off us. "We're not out of danger yet."

"Danger?"I whispered in a soft voice, though I was certain my father heard me.

"Yes, my daughter. I couldn't tell you this before, but I've made a powerful enemy in Japan who wishes me great harm."

"Why would someone wish to harm you?"

I played with the torn finger on my glove, ripping it. I couldn't help it. I was worried about my father, terribly worried. A gnawing ache told me something worse than going to a nunnery had taken place.

"If you must know, Kathlene, a great tragedy has occurred," my father said, his voice muffled by the rain. His harsh words shot through me, making me hear the pain in his voice.

I dared to ask, "What do you mean?"

"A man has lost what is most dear to him and he believes I've taken it from him." My father looked around the railroad station, his eyes darting into every corner. "That's all I can tell you."

"What could you have done -- "

"Don't speak about what doesn't concern you, Kathlene. Something you're too young to understand," my father said, never looking at me, only at some hidden enemy I couldn't see. He held my hand so tightly my bones felt as if they would break.

"You're hurting me, Father. Please..." My eyes filled with tears. Not from the pain, but from the fear for my father's safety, making my heart race.

"I'm sorry, Kathlene," he said, loosening his grip. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know," I said in a quiet voice, but the pain in my heart remained.

Father continued to look everywhere, then, satisfied the platform was empty except for the old stationmaster on duty at the wicket, he kept walking. Faster now.

I forced myself to put a skip into my step as I struggled to keep up with my father's long strides. He'd barely spoken to me on the long train trip from Tokio. His head turned right then left, checking to make certain I was at his side. Even now, he dragged me behind him, wet, hungry and tired. He continued to hold on to me tightly, so tightly, as if he feared he'd lose me. He grunted like an unhappy samurai, his head bowed low so no one would see his face.

That was so unlike my father. Edward Mallory was a giant of a man, towering over everyone. He had a booming voice that carried fast and far. Here, voices were as soft as stockinged feet scurrying across wooden floors so sensitive they creaked if a nightingale landed upon them.

My father was also pigheaded, stern, and he didn't understand me. How could he? I didn't see him as often as I wished. He worked for an American bank, he was proud to tell anyone who asked, investing the bank's money in this new land. The English had built the first railway and my father had to work hard to keep up with the competition. Every day more overseas banks were opening up branches, so he told me, and investing in the railway system spreading out over the island. He was often gone for days, meeting with officials from the Japanese government and ruling families, and drinking cup after cup of foaming green tea. Sometimes, he drank the tea with me. It tickled my mouth and made me giggle. Not my father. I doubted he ever laughed at anything.

"Stay close behind me, Kathlene," Father ordered, his voice stern. "The Prince has his devils everywhere."

"The Prince?" My curiosity was piqued. I'd heard my father had many meetings with the foreign minister and other dignitaries, but a prince? My heart quickened, my eyes glowed, then dimmed when I felt my father's body stiffen, his hand go rigid around the umbrella. "Forget what I said about the Prince, Kathlene. The less you know, the better."

I had no time to wonder what he was talking about. My stomach jumped when I saw a young man pulling a jinrikisha, racing out of the shiny blackness of a narrow street.

My father looked pleased, very pleased, to see him.

So was I.

Instead of wearing the cloak made of oiled paper the jinrikisha drivers wore in the rain, he was nearly nude, exposing his sinewy bronze flesh in the most delectable manner, as if he enjoyed showing off his muscular body to the rain goddesses. I imagined being a raindrop and landing upon his lips and tasting the sweetness of his kiss. I giggled. Kissing was very naughty to the Japanese, an intimacy they rarely exchanged, though I was eager to discover its pleasures.

I eyed the bulging muscles on the boy's arms, naked and pleasing to my eye, as were his powerful-looking legs. He ran barefoot with only a bit of rag tied around his big toe. What intrigued me most was the swath of dark blue cotton he wore around his torso. I giggled. It wasn't much bigger than the bit of rag.

Most days, the station was filled with jinrikisha boys waiting for passengers, Father told me, noticing my avid interest in the young man. They were well-informed runners who knew what stranger arrived when, whose house you were passing, what plays were coming out, even when the cherry blossoms would unfold. The station was empty today except for this boy, the only one brave enough to run in the rain.

He stopped in front of us and bowed low.

Dusty, bare-legged coolies, I often heard the English ladies call the jinrikisha drivers. How could that be? Not this boy. I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift through a whispering darkness. An irresistible urge rose up in me that made me yearn for something, something, but I couldn't grab on to it. As if an invisible spirit with cool fingers dropped icy dewdrops upon my naked belly and made me squirm with delight.

I opened my eyes. I couldn't contain my curiosity about the young man who pulled the big two-wheeled baby carriage. I craned my neck to see him better, but his face was hidden from me by a low-brim straw hat. No matter. I knew in my heart he was handsome.

A bigger surprise awaited me. Without a word my father hustled me into the black-hooded conveyance. I drew in my breath, somewhat in awe. Excitement raced through me. Only geisha were allowed to ride in jinrikishas. I swore I could smell the scent of the camellia nut oil from their hair lingering on the seats.

Closing my eyes and resting my head against the seat, I imagined I was a beautiful geisha. What would I do if I found a handsome young man when my frenzied sensations were at a peak, my face flushed, my breasts swollen, my nipples hard, my throat dry?

Would I lie down,raise my legs up as my lover kneels between my thighs, his hands on the straw mat?

Or would he lie on his back and stretch his legs straight as I straddle his body, my knees to his sides?

I inhaled the fresh smell of rain in the air. I found such thoughts so romantic and amusing, but I lost my smile and kept my eyes straight ahead when I saw my father staring at me.

"I'm troubled, Kathlene. Something is amiss. There's no one here from the temple to greet us." He rubbed his chin, thinking, then: "I have no choice but to trust this boy to take us to our destination."

"I trust him, too, Father." I grinned when the jinrikisha boy turned around and lifted up his head from under the flat straw plate of a hat he wore and smiled at me. I lay back on the seat, relieved. He wasn't much older than I was. And he was handsome.

Surely my father couldn't keep me hidden away in a nunnery forever, without a chance to see anyone? Nevertheless, these irrational fears chilled me, flowed through me, and crawled up and down my skin like tiny golden-green beetles. Cold perspiration ran down my neck.

How was I going to become a geisha if I was shut away in a nunnery? Nuns were kept out of sight from visitors and spent their time in meditation and arranging flowers, not in ogling the muscles of jinrikisha boys. As if the gods decided to remind me I had no choice, thunder rolled overhead. A downpour was on the way.

I heard my father give the boy instructions where to take us, the boy nodding his head up and down. He bowed low before raising up the adjustable hood of steaming oilcloth covering us. A canvas canopy arched over the seat to protect us from the rain.

"Hurry, hurry!" Father shouted with urgency to the driver, then he sat back in the two-seat, black-lacquered conveyance.

The boy grunted as he lifted up the shafts, got into them, gave the vehicle a good tilt backward and took off in a fast trot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2006

    Worst Geisha Book Ever!

    One has to wonder about an erotica author that writes in such crass and juvenile terms. This book does nothing to inform the reader about REAL geisha life or Japanese society. It peddles the old stereotypes of geishas being prostitutes and western ideals being better than Japanese ones. I also was disgusted at how easily kimonos came undone in this book. Real Geisha wore 3-5 layers of kimono, accidental exposure was almost an imposibility. I almost felt that the only research this author did on real geisha was watch PART of the 'Memoirs of a Geisha' movie. Historically innacurate, juvenile and crass language, this book is bad from start to finish. This book gets one star because I cannot give it NEGATIVE stars. This is the WORST geisha book I have ever read.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 14, 2006

    Waste of money

    I honestly tried to get into this book, but couldn't, for several reasons. The writing is disjointed and overly dramatic. The overdone poetic phrasing makes the Japanese characters seem cartoony and fake, rather than real characters with real depth. Also, reading fragmented sentences such as, 'I was upset. Very upset.' over and over quickly got old. I was suprised that an editor didn't pick up on some of these key writing flaws. The idea that a woman lives for nothing but sex was, as well, more insulting than erotic to me. I don't normally read romance novels because of all the flack they usually get. I thought I'd give this one a try, hoping it would differ from the stereotypes. I suppose I was wrong. If you're reading simply for the smut, you'll find what you're looking for. Just don't get your hopes up for anything more.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 21, 2011

    some good some bad

    i liked the storyline a lot but the only thing i didn't like was the main character. she wined constantly that she wanted to be a geisha but then when she became one she didn't wanna follow the rules. then her friend mariko tried to tell her the right way to be a geisha and then the blondie goes and makes her cry! guess that what makes a good friend huh? i thought the main character was pretty annoying to be honest. another thing i didn't like was how the author made it seem like western girls were better than eastern girls. but even though with all the negative stuff i put, the storyline is very interesting and it did keep me reading till the end.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 20, 2009

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    Boring

    I got bored with it. This book is for someone who wants to read porn.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    Whore

    All she wants is sex

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2012

    Superb.

    Such a good book.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 9, 2011

    Great Book

    This book is really good. I couldn't put it down once I picked it up. I wouldn't recommend it for anyone under the age of 16 or 17. It's pretty graphic. Over all, it's a great book.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 9, 2011

    exciting read

    It is a hard book to put down once you start it. Keeps you on the edge of your seat and leaves you wanting more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2007

    Interesting and yet...

    I don't think this is a terrible book. The only thing that bothered me about it, as it did a couple other reviewers I see, is there is too much emphasis on sex in the Geisha world. Even though I already knew otherwise I couldn't help getting the feeling that Geisha's were 'sophisticated prostitutes'. I think too though that this maybe was just Kathlene not really understanding the ways of a Geisha (as Mariko often told her throughout the book). And this IS an 'erotic' novel too. There were interesting parts of the story and the plot was enjoyable so it is at least worth a shot but if you don't have any knowledge of the life of a Geish I suggest you check some books out about it to better the understanding.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2006

    Wonderfully Erotic Novel

    I have studied Japan and the Geisha at great length, and while I've not read a lot of erotica, I found Bacarr's story fascinating! She doesn't hesitate to push the envelope and draw the reader into the culture and sensuality that is Japan. Nice work of fiction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2006

    Lovely, descriptive, erotic tale of The Blonde Geisha

    This erotic story begins in Kioto, Japan, 1892. For her safety, fifteen year old Kathlene Mallory is placed by her father at The Teahouse of the Look-Back Tree geisha house. For Kathleen, this is a dream come true, since she has always desired to become a geisha. She makes friends and enemies during her time there as she trains to become Geisha, but always keeping her western identity a secret. Forward three years and the day comes when Kathlene can no longer be hidden. Two men want her, and Kathlene must chose between her honor¿Japanese style¿or her heart¿Western style. Danger follows close on her heels, and not until the end do we learn what Kathlene will choose. Jina Bacarr¿s debut novel, The Blonde Geisha, transports you to Japan of 1892-1895, and her talented writing keeps you there long after you¿ve finished her book. The sights, sounds, and smells described pull the reader into the story. Her use of phrases in describing anatomy and sexual functions made me smile¿they are delightful. This author obviously knows Japan, the Japanese culture and Japanese way of thinking, yet gently imparts her knowledge throughout the book. This is a writer who weaves her story with such skill, the world of The Blonde Geisha remains with you long after the book has been put away. I highly recommend The Blonde Geisha for the eroticism, the romance and the glimpse into the world of the Japanese Geisha.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2006

    An Enticing, Sensual World

    A world of sensual mystery, forbidden delights and dangerous indiscretions embody Jina Bacarr's first novel. Set in 1892 Kioto, readers will be whisked back in time to a more guarded Japan, one of privileged ancient rituals. Our heroine is a precocious girl, innocent in so many ways. She is only fifteen years old. And she longs to be a geisha. When Kathlene Mallory's father becomes endangered, he thinks only of his beloved daughter, whom he must hide. He takes her to the Teahouse of the Look-Back Tree, a geisha house. For three years. Kathlene learns sensual arts of pleasing a man, how to pleasure them. As much as she has longed for such a life, her Western ways bring disorder to the otherwise peaceful teahouse. When she draws the attention of the powerful Baron Tonda, her time to grant the pillow and sell spring, her virginity, is at hand. While her greatest wish is about to come true, she does not want the baron. Her heart beats strong for a strange gaijin, a foreigner. All the inhabitants of the Teahouse stand to lose though, unless she grants the dangerous Baron the pillow. Will her wish to become a geisha win out? Can she fully let go emotions and personal wants, especially the most dangerous one of all--love? Though not marketed as a romance, Bacarr's 'The Blonde Geisha' carries a different kind of romance all its own. Her love of the Japanese culture pours out of each word written. The culture itself is like a living being, one that walks and undulates with the reader as they take this incredible journey with Kathlene. At one time, the world of geisha was a closely guarded secret, but Bacarr has unveiled them. Like a budding rose, she peels away the sensual, beauteous layers that are visible and lays bare the stark loneliness that comes with being geisha. Kathlene, with all her Western pride, is a wonderful character to experience these realities through. Her handsome gaijin, Reed Cantrell adds a spectacular element of danger as he thwarts the Baron's malicious plans. Pick up your copy of 'The Blonde Geisha' today and enjoy. An astounding, wonderful debut novel from Jina Bacarr, an author not to be missed!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2006

    A Wonderful Debut!

    The ancient tradition of the Geisha has always called to westerner Kathlene Mallory. She has always found the beauty and grace of the Geisha to be mesmerizing so when her father needs to hide her after a failed attempt of leaving her with nuns¿he leaves her with Simouye at the Look Back Tree tea room. Here Kathlene learns the fine art of being a Geisha while fighting her natural sensuality. Her time at the Look Back Tree is filled with all kinds of lessons both towards becoming a Geisha and those that are learned while growing up. When she finally finds herself preparing for the final ritual¿her selling her virginity to a man¿the man that has chosen her is not the one she finds herself dreaming of and desiring. But will her secret desire for a fellow westerner bring ruin to the tea house she has called home and reawaken the danger she was hiding from in the first place? Ms. Bacarr¿s story is wonderfully sensual, erotic and romantic. Her lyrical style or writing is very unique and adds to the story. Kathlene¿s journey from young girl to Geisha is spell binding and highly entertaining. Kathlene is a very endearing character as is the rest of the well rounded cast of characters Ms. Bacarr has created. Ms. Bacarr is well on her way to being an extraordinary writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2006

    Silly

    The author's Geishas are a lot more credible than found in most western writing. But everything else is silly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2006

    4.5 Stars!

    American banker, Edward Mallory moved to Japan when his daughter, Kathlene, was but a child. The child was instantly fascinated with the geisha ladies and their mysterious ways. She longed to become a geisha too. ...................... In the year 1892, when Kathlene was fifteen-years-old, her father makes a powerful enemy of a prince. Knowing the prince intends to kill Kathlene, Edward hides her with Simouyé, the elegant mistress of the Teahouse of the Look-Back Tree. Even though it is forbidden to train foreigners in the pleasures known only to the geisha, Simouyé agrees. Thus, Edward leaves for America and prays the prince would not be able to locate his daughter. Simouyé disguises Kathlene and takes her into the wondrous world as a maiko, an apprentice geisha. Kathlene makes an instant friend in Mariko, another maiko. The two become close and intend to become geisha-sisters some day. But Kathlene also makes an instant enemy in Youki, another apprentice. ................ For over three years Kathlene studies the subtle ways of the geisha, learning the secret art that will enable her to pleasure a man like no other. Kathlene and Mariko are ready and eagerly await the final ritual that will allow them to become real geisha women. But danger lurks nearby. .................. Prince Kira still has his men searching for the blonde Kathlene. Baron Tonda, a samurai, believes he has located the daughter of the gaijin at the Teahouse of the Look-Back Tree. He fully intends to do as his prince ordered and kill the girl however, first he will enjoy himself by purchasing the right to be her first customer. But the baron is not the only one who has finally found Kathlene. Reed Cantrell promised Edward Mallory that he would find Kathlene and smuggle her out of Japan and back to San Francisco in America. Kathlene falls in love with Reed, even though geisha law states never to fall under the spell of any one man. One thing is for sure, the baron plans to use Kathlene's body, then kill her, and there is no way she can escape with Reed until she gives the baron the geisha ritual of being her first customer. ................. ***** Author Jina Bacarr takes her readers into the geisha world, behind the paper screen walls, and shows them what the forbidden world of a geisha is like. Here you will find erotica pleasures interwoven with a diabolical plot that will make you breathless and leave you begging for more. *****

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2006

    Exquisitely Erotic and Utterly Unforgettable

    Jina Bacarr¿s The Blonde Geisha is a story penned in passion and written as if the pages of her novel were pristine rice paper walls that are silently turned back to let us see the sensual tale of erotic discovery unfold as we travel back to 1890s Japan. From the once upon a time of innocent erotic exploration to the explicit education of the soon-to-be geisha to the passionate journey of self discovery and personal power found when surrendering to the other half of your heart, Kathlene Mallory finds that happily ever after rarely comes without great sorrow, heartache and sacrifice. Torn between the love for her absent father, duty to her geisha family and the chance for freedom and an opportunity to escape a destiny and death to avenge the lost child of a Japanese prince, Kathlene must forego her dreams and embrace a cruel reality or risk sentencing everyone she loves to death at the hands of a vengeful father and his merciless killers. Reed Cantrell, a man of the world who is still searching for himself, comes to Japan to honor a promise to a dying man¿to find an American girl, left in a Japanese teahouse to be raised as a geisha. His search for the mysterious and elusive blonde geisha leads him to more than just the lost daughter of a loving father, it leads him to a woman who can fulfill his every fantasy and ease his lonely heart. The Blonde Geisha far surpasses Memoirs of a Geisha, bringing to life the scents, sights and sensual sensations that are uniquely `geisha.¿ You will swear you saw cherry blossoms, tasted sake from a tiny, porcelain cup and felt the touch of a lover¿s body on your own. Jina Bacarr does not merely tell a sensual tale, she invites you to partake in a pleasure that is exquisitely erotic and utterly unforgettable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2006

    Fascinating

    In 1892 Kioto, Japan, a powerful enemy threatens the life of fifteen years old Kathlene Mallory¿s father, which in turn places her in peril. To keep her safe her dad yanks her out of her Tokio girls school run by missionaries and personally escorts her to live at the Tea House of the Look-Back Tree, a place where geishas are trained.------------------ Kathlene becomes a willing and able student as she learns the art of pleasuring men and receiving physical rewards in kind. Now she is at the final step in her years of training before she can receive her diploma as a full blooded geisha. Men want to join her in that last phase when she sells her virginity. Baron Tonga pays for the privilege, but that disappoints Kathlene, who has a secret desire for Reed Callen to buy her favor. Still she must do more than just please the influential Baron, who can destroy her and the Tea House of the Look-Back Tree if he is unsatisfied she must take him to heights of heaven like has never tasted before.----------------- This is an insightful look at late nineteenth century Japan especially from the perspective of geishas. The erotic story line focuses on the life of a geisha especially a trainee learning to give pleasure. Though some western readers will be appalled at a teen being trained like young Kathlene is and the climax (pun intended) is too neatly wrapped up, Jina Bacarr provides a powerful historical tale that titillates, educates and stimulates the audience.---------------- Harriet Klausner

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