Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Jane Leopold Quinn`s The Real Deal

Please welcome the talented Jane Leopold to our little nook under the stairs of the interweb! She`s here to fill us in on her book, The Real Deal. Jane has also given us a sexy R-rated excerpt to enjoy. If you are offended by mature material this may be a good time to mosey off to find another blog.

Okay, let`s get to the good stuff!

Media Kit
The Real Deal
The Second Birchwood Falls Book
(the first:  Lost and Found)
by Jane Leopold Quinn
Ellora's Cave


When her fiancé is busted at a gentlemen's club, attorney Norah Ballard calls off the wedding. Shocked and humiliated, she grabs her suitcase and takes the first train out of town.

Easygoing teacher 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 won't let another man—no matter how sweet, smart and sexy—get close enough to hurt her again. Mike's passionate pursuit of her, the way he seems to know just how to arouse her, turns her into the wanton woman she hadn't known she was. 

He's accused in a local scandal, something he wasn't involved in. Birchwood Falls is in danger of flooding. He has a hell of a lot on his plate. When Mike’s in trouble, Norah's going to be there to help him. And when Birchwood Falls is in trouble, she's going to help the town she's fallen in love with too.

Excerpt - R-rated

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.”

The Real Deal is available here:

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!

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


V.L. Locey said...

Thanks for dropping by, Jane!

Jane Leopold Quinn said...

Thanks for having The Real Deal today, V.L.

Rose Anderson said...

Great excerpt. I haven't had time to read this one yet, but I love all your scorchers and I'm looking forward to it. :) Best luck with your newest.

Jane Leopold Quinn said...

Thanks, Rose. Funny, this is less scorching than my older books. Guess I'm mellowing.