Thursday, December 11, 2014

Home to Stay, a contemporary erotic romance by Jane Leopold Quinn



Nickie Grace moved to Parkersburg to rehab an old house and forget a disastrous marriage, but a prowler threatens her newfound peace. The vandalism gets more personal and creepier with every instance. It's a small town, and the investigating deputy, Hank Crossman, is everywhere. Nickie's not ready to get involved but she can't resist the hunk's seductive moves -- or the adorable stray dog he adopted. A summer affair might be fun, not to mention that with a sheriff's deputy guarding her body, how much safer could she be?

Deputy Hank Crossman loves to play the field. He's a commitment-phobe, who keeps everyone at arm's length, including his alcoholic father and the stray he's named simply 'Dog.' Now, he's determined to seduce Nickie Grace. Fortunately for Parkersburg, he takes his job much more seriously than he does his affairs. His frustration at not being able to solve the perverted and dangerous crimes against Nickie grows along with his attraction to her, and despite the dangers they become immersed in an intense lust-affair.

Then Nickie almost loses her life, and Hank discovers that everything that's been happening is because of his past. He wants to bolt, get out of her life, but this time he just might come home to stay.

Home to Stay is available here - http://amzn.com/B00P3AQ8WQ
This book was previously published


EXCERPT R-rated

 
Hank and Nickie have spent the evening at a local bar,
dancing themselves into a sexual frenzy when
they go out to his truck in the parking lot…

 
Hank lunged for Nickie in the cab of the pickup, stroking her lips with his, seeking a home for his ravenous tongue, growling her name every time he harshly sucked in a breath of air. He wasn't going to stop at messing up her clothes; he wanted skin. Unbuttoning her sweater—Goddamned little buttons—he pushed it back off her shoulders. He hooked his fingertips under the satiny bands of her bra straps and drew them off her shoulders, relishing the jiggle of the soft, pillowy slopes almost overflowing the lacy cups. He came close to shooting his wad right then and there. She was breathing as heavily as he was, as much as thrusting her breasts into his face. The sight of her pale curves tightened the knot in his belly, sent a jolt of hot sensation straight through his balls. "Son of a bitch," he growled at the ache.

A loud burst of noise blew out the door when people left the bar, and her hand flew to her chest. "Hank," she panted. "…people."

He heard the noise, heard her voice, but it was as if they came from far away. All he could concentrate on was nuzzling his way between her breasts, on licking smooth, firm skin, and nibbling across to a nipple—a nipple that assuredly poked its little head against the lace. Just for him. His lips closed over the tasty, tight nub.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Hank…too many pe…" Her breathy cry floated somewhere over his head even as she pushed the lush cushion of her breast against his face.

He wanted the fucking bra off her, wanted her completely naked, completely at his mercy, completely screaming her lungs out, and he finally realized that the parking lot was not the place to be.

He sat up, pulled the sides of her sweater together without buttoning it and fastened the shoulder harness over her. Gotta get her home. Then he peeled out of the gravel parking lot for the long, two-block ride to his house. He flicked his gaze at her several times and almost drove off the road when her light eyes met his. Her expression was tense, and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. But her sharp gasps only proved one thing. She wanted him, too.

***

The stalker is watching…

The son of a bitch! A man blended into the dark siding of the building next door to Nook's and watched Hank and that woman wrestle in the cab of the pickup. Showing off in front of that big city bimbo, wantin' to get in her pants. He's forgotten about his duty to the town. I'll just have to do something about that. I'm going to make her leave town soon. Very soon. His breath caught, stuck in his throat, his heart beat faster. She bought all new panties. He backed further into the shadows and grabbed his penis. No one could see him if he jerked off right here. He wrapped the pair of black lace panties he'd stolen from her bedroom around his hard flesh. A master at jacking off quickly and silently, he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out and ejaculated into lace and silk.

 

Home to Stay is available here - http://amzn.com/B00P3AQ8WQ
for sale and on KU


Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality
Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/1DfiXkP


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