Congratualtions to JaneLeopold Quinn on the release of her latest book,
THE REAL DEAL
Here's her blurb and an excerpt.
he Real Deal
The Second Birchwood Falls Book
by Jane Leopold Quinn
BlurbWhen her fiancé is busted at a gentlemen’s club, Norah Ballard calls off the wedding. Shocked and humiliated, she takes the first train out of Chicago and ends up in a picturesque small town called Birchwood Falls.
Michael Banning spots the new woman in town and recognizes her from college. She’s even more gorgeous and sophisticated now. He’s no longer the nerd he was back then, and now that she’s on his turf, he’s going to touch and taste every sleek, beautiful inch of her. Whatever her reason is for being in his town, he’ll fulfill all her desires so she never wants to leave.
Norah doesn’t plan to let another man—no matter how sweet, smart and sexy—get close enough to hurt her again. But Mike’s passionate pursuit of her, the way he seems to know just how to arouse her, awakens a sexual hunger she didn’t know she had.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt - R-rated
Suddenly, he turned, wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to his chest. “Oh, Norah, we’re a pair, aren’t we?
Sliding her arms around his waist, she massaged his back. Damn, he was so nicely muscled. All over. And the erection behind the zipper placket of his jeans pressed determinedly against her belly. Searing desire flushed her skin, her breasts felt swollen and her nipples contracted painfully. She kept her cheek against his chest, not knowing what the hell else she should do.
This was all beyond her experience with Garrett. Sex with him had been routine even in the beginning. Mike made her want things she’d never felt before. He scared her. Beneath her ear, she heard his heart race and knew hers was beating just as hard. Was she feeling all this because she hadn’t had sex in a while? She hadn’t realized how long it had been because of the wedding preparations.
She let him lift her chin with his finger until she was gazing into his brilliant blue eyes. Their contrast with the black-as-midnight hair was so sexy. The first time she’d seen him in the bar, his smile had been all happy with the world. He wasn’t smiling now. His lips parted and his wounded, sad eyes focused on her mouth. He was going to kiss her and it actually felt like the exact right thing to do at this moment.
There was no tender lead-up. She groaned at the hungry explosion of need and want. On both their parts. She tightened her grip on his back and felt his big palms cover her bottom. Their bodies collided—from their knees, their thighs, hips and chests. They kissed, if that’s what you could call the intoxicating, crazed way he devoured her mouth. Nothing lay between them but heat and clothing. His tongue thrust deeply into every corner of her mouth. She bit, scraping her teeth along its living slippery length. His hand captured her head to secure his hold.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped the thick muscles on his shoulders. Gasping, she dug her nails into him as she strained upward wanting to crawl inside him.
He lifted his head and attacked her mouth from another angle with frenzied kisses, hungry and noisy. She’d never felt this kind of desire before. And she should have with Garr— Damn. Just the thought of him sapped her passion. She started shaking, couldn’t control her knees as they threatened to give out.
Wrestling her hands between them, she put pressure on his chest. They had to stop and, oh boy, she didn’t want to but this was going in a direction she didn’t think she could handle. Or control. Turning her head to the side, she felt his lips drag a trail of wet kisses across her cheek to her ear.
“No, Norah. Don’t turn away. God, you taste so good.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “We have to stop.”
“Because my life is a fucked-up mess. Because I was going to marry another guy just a few days ago. Because I could have…have a…” Damn! That was what Norah should have said instead of walking away. Instead of silence on the drive back to town.
The Real Deal is available here: http://www.ellorascave.com/the-real-deal.html
Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!
Lost and Found
The Real Deal
His Hers & His
Soldier, Come Home
A Promise at Dawn
Jake and Ivy
Wooing the Librarian
Home to Stay
The Long Road to You (coming soon)
I'll Be Your Last
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality