Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Get "The Real Deal" from Jane Leopold Quinn

The Real Deal is the second in Jane's Birchwood Falls series. Here's what it's about:

When her fiancĂ© 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.

Here's a snippet to pique your interest: 

“Come to my place.”

Had he said that? Had he just heard it out loud? Jesus Christ, it was from her!

He wasted no time in aiming them toward her house. Thank God it was only a block away. She fumbled the door open and he had only the vaguest impression of the apartment before she led him directly to the bedroom.

Embracing her, he pushed her against the wall, his hands cupping her head, holding her still. People had seen them in the park, people who may have become his enemies. He shook away that thought and anything else that might interfere with what he had planned. This was Norah Ballard. The unobtainable goddess lusted after by his college nerd friends. And now he had her for himself. He stiffened. With the slightest bit of confusion, she watched him, her gaze shifting from his eyes to his mouth.

Take control, you idiot. Be suave. This isn’t your first rodeo. Make love to her.

Ravage her.

Foreplay. She’s not Norah Ballard, the college goddess, she’s Norah Ballard the woman who believes in you and is here in your arms.

His libido fought, wanting everything immediately, knowing she deserved more than a hot quick fuck. “God, sweetheart, you’re beautiful.” He traced his tongue along her jaw, down her neck until he felt the rapid pulse below her ear. Oh yeah, she wants it. Unbuttoning her blouse, his knuckles rubbing her soft inviting breasts, he spread the sides apart urgently needing to see all of her. Lovely plump breasts pillowed up over a lacy bra. Jesus. Yellow lace. He hadn’t expected that. You didn’t know what to expect, so go with it. He lifted his gaze to her wide eyes wide with arousal.

“Mike, touch me,” she huskily demanded.

“Oh, baby, yes. He kissed the smooth softness, nibbling his way along the edge of the material. Through the lace he brushed his finger over a nipple, a hard as a gemstone. He heard her sharp huff of breath that focused all his conscious attention on that little erect bud. Squeezing it, he hoped the friction of the lace aroused her as much as she was arousing him.


Yes. Her moan told him everything. She cupped the mound in her palm, offering him her breast. 

“Please touch me. Suck my nipple.” Her eyes now pled her need.

“My pleasure.” Front bra clasp. Hallelujah! He flicked the lace cups apart and sucked the pale bud into his mouth.

“God,” she whimpered, arching, pushing his nose into the soft pillow of her flesh.

Embracing her other breast in his hand, he suckled her nipples until she writhed against him, cupping his ears to hold him there. Oh, baby, I’m not going anywhere.

Except… Enough of this. He lifted her, placing her gently on the bed. “I need to see all of you, darlin’.” Desperately. Peeling her blouse off her shoulders, down her arms, he started on the closure of her jeans, got the zipper open and felt his heart stutter. Be cool. Remember foreplay. Matching yellow lacy panties. “Norah Ballard, I applaud your underwear,” he breathed.

She giggled.

He glanced up, her stomach bounced with her chuckles but his smile died at the sight of her naked from her panties up. “Oh God.” She watched him, her arms at her sides, fingers clutching the bedding. Every man’s wet dream, the sight of her bra open and fallen to her sides, of her beautiful breasts with their pretty puckered tips, smooth skin flowing down a flat belly and lace panties covering her mound constricted his throat. Kneeling back, he slid her high heels and jeans off in one fell swoop and tossed them on the floor.

Lace covered fair pubic hair and the crotch of her panties looked damp. “Whoa, baby.” Through the sheer material he could see puffy swollen lips and a pink clit… He couldn’t take his eyes off her. His mouth watered with wanting to taste her pussy, to claim those nether lips, to suckle her. He choked back an inconvenient laugh. Nothing was funny about this. It was amazing and intense.

“What’s the matter?” she whispered.

“Nothing, honey. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He traced a forefinger over the elastic slung low across her belly, then drew a finger along the the slit between the thick springy pussy hairs.

“Oh,” came out on a soft breath.

There seemed to be some confusion mixed in with arousal. Did she truly not understand how hot she looked? Well, he was here to show her and he honestly didn’t care if she ever touched him. He was going to concentrate on her body, soft and firm, quivering in arousal. Drawing the panties off to join the shoes and jeans, he spread her legs dying to finally see all of her. He stroked her mound and slowly slid a finger between her lips to tickle her clit. Her hips bucked, her moan resonating in his ears.

“Oh Mike. I want to see you too.”

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My Books

Ellora's Cave
Lost and Found
The Real Deal
Valentine's Day
His Hers & His
The Keeper
Soldier, Come Home
Winning Violetta
A Promise at Dawn
Jake and Ivy
Wooing the Librarian
Home to Stay
The Long Road to You (coming soon)
Undercover Lover
Mercenary Desires
I'll Be Your Last

Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality