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The Bride Takes a Powder
A Birchwood Falls Novel
by Jane Leopold Quinn
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The Bride Takes a Powder features a big city runaway bride and a small town English teacher whose family also owns a local bar. Norah opens her eyes on the train and sees a sign—Birchwood Falls-You've Come Home. Taking that as an omen, she climbs off the train and finds a completely different life from what she's used to. Mike remembers the new woman in town from college, but back then she was way out of his league. 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.
The Bride Takes a Powder is a companion novel to The Gunny & The Jazz Singer. Both books take place in Birchwood Falls. I created the small town, and because I love birch trees I named it Birchwood Falls and even drew a site plan for the town. The inspiration for the map came from Jan Karon's Mitford series. If you've read her books you know the main character is an Episcopal priest so very different types of books from what I write. But I do love the maps of Mitford in the front of the books.
Here's the official blurb -
When 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.
Author's Note: This book was originally published as The Real Deal.
It now has a new title and new cover.
An R-rated excerpt -
"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, as 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 nipple 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
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 soft puffy 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.
The companion book, The Gunny & The Jazz Singer, stars Marc, a Marine, who after a decade at war comes home to investigate his parents' mysterious deaths. Beautiful jazz singer Phoebe hungers for fame and craves love. Despite their differing paths, they give in to their sizzling attraction. Will their passion turn deadly when the killer decides two murders might not have been enough? This book is available here - http://amzn.com/B017X3K5L0.
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 nineteen books published. The craft of writing sensual 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! And I'm fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after love.
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality