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Jane Leopold Quinn

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My Romance: Love with a Scorching Sensuality

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Excerpt from Ancient Ties -

His lips engulfed hers again -- harder this time, commandingly. He kissed her straight on at first, their noses bumping, but he turned and angled back in a different way. She couldn’t move, caught as if in suspended animation, waiting for his command. Poised, lips parted, neck arched, reaching for more.

She clutched the front of his tunic to keep from falling away. His sweet kisses turned carnal.

He slid a hand around her waist and pulled her right off the stone seat and into his lap, groaning his satisfaction. She didn’t know if she should give in or hold him off, didn’t even know how much longer she could actually make a rational decision. Lost in the passion, her head spun.

It had been so long since she’d been kissed -- and she’d never ever been kissed like this. Any power of thought rapidly disappeared when his thick tongue thrust into her mouth, sweeping her wholeheartedly into the kiss. She arched closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and shamelessly rubbing her breasts against the solid wall of his chest. Moaning frantically, she knew she should stop. She thought she should. Yes! She pushed experimentally. Did she really want him to stop? The fact that he seemed totally enthralled, excited her. He held her in his strong arms, not letting her get away. One hand splayed across her back, and the other threaded through her hair cradled her head. She was wanted. Desired.

He lifted his head a fraction.

Don’t let me go. “You don’t kiss like a two-thousand-year-old man.” His lids lifted. She could see the glitter of his eyes under the black lashes. Pure desire. She instinctively recognized it. She didn’t know how. Ed had never looked at her like this. She’d never felt in her entire time with Ed the all-consuming desire she felt right now. Felt in the arms of this man that she didn’t know anything about.

He radiated heat. His arms shook as he tightened his hold. Her chest rose and fell against his rough breathing. Oh, God, the joy of knowing that he couldn’t breathe any better than she could. The thrill of hearing the little sexy growls in his throat.

“No?” his voice rumbled deeply. He focused on her mouth again. This time sucking on her lower lip, tugging it between his teeth.

So gentle. His mouth, so hot. It was natural -- right -- for her tongue to follow into his mouth. His tongue slid along hers, caressed it, rolling it. Suckling it. She tightened her arms around his neck and she stroked his tongue back into her mouth. This was all so strange and, yet, not. Kissing was kissing no matter the century. And he sure as hell knew how to curl her toes with his kisses. She tried to hang on to reason, but he was so warm, hot in fact. She was safe in his tight embrace. When she shouldn’t be. But…

Moaning softly, continuously -- his mouth was pure magic bliss -- she strained against him, her entire focus on their lips, their tongues. She pushed. He pulled. Her brain whirled madly; she squirmed against his thighs and sobbed. Her fingers clutched the cloth at his shoulders. All she was aware of was each curl of his tongue in her mouth, every scrape of his teeth on hers. Her body clenched, aching and empty. His thick, hot, wet tongue rolled into her. Oh, God, she wanted him inside her. She ached to have him completely buried inside her.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but just once, just once, please let me have this.

Joyfully Reviewed - "enchanting"
4 Hearts from Night Owl Romance

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Excerpt from Home to Stay -

He thought he might bawl. His head spun. Bare. Naked. Skin. “Damn,” he rasped into her mouth. “You bought ’em. The thong.” He pulled her tighter against his hard, pulsing cock. “Goddamn.” High on her hips, he sought the elastic band from the top of the T stretched across the shallow indentations above her ass. His forefinger delved down, tracing the path of her crack. “Jesus Christ, Almighty,” he intoned reverently.

Neither breathed now.

He wanted inside her. Wanted to push her down and thrust inside her. His palm caressed her pussy, his fingers led him to her wet heat. Closer and closer. He inched the elastic aside. Dizzy with lust and hope, he lightly pinched her folds, slicking through the moisture. She seemed to be as lost as he was, moaning softly, continuously, and shimmying on his hand, pushing, urging him, pulling him into her heat.

She was so wet, so hot, so ready. He wanted to take his time, wanted to do this slowly, wanted the maximum pleasure for both of them. And, he didn’t know if he could take it slow. Almost terrified at the intensity of his feelings, he knew he was in this too far to stop.

His lips skimmed over her face, her moans and soft pleas rasped in the night air. He circled the softening entrance to her body, the scent of her arousal drawing him in deeper. His thumb nudged her hot, stiff clit. “I owe you,” he groaned.

“Uh…yeah.”

That was all the permission he needed. He thrust two fingers inside her cunt, filling her; his lips took the sound of her guttural growl as she arched into him.

Hard thrusts in, slow, dragging pulses pulling out. Over and over until she was stretched as tightly as a bow. And he was the arrow. She was wet…so hot…tight. On the verge of coming -- he could feel the rippling contractions on his fingers -- she panted and ground against him.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered.

He placed his lips at her ear. “Come on, baby. I’m here.” Slow and easy, he slid his fingers in and out. In hard, out slowly.

Her body shuddered.

5 Angels and Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews
5 Thistles from My Book Cravings - Top Pick
5 Stars from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4.5 Stars from Night Owl Romance - Top Pick
4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance
4 Stars from Romance Junkies

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Excerpt from Mercenary Desires -

Shaking, you’d think it was his first time with a woman, Rowdy pushed her thighs out, rolling them open. God, she was pink and wet and ready, her clit swollen and red, her pussy soft, winking moistly at him. “Hoh…Jesus…,” he intoned reverently. He wanted to ram his aching cock inside her little hole until she shrieked with pleasure.

She moaned, threw her head back, “Oh, God…”

She squirmed when he pressed his thumbs on either side of her clit. “This is so pretty, darlin’…”

Her hips pumped, she gripped the sides of the cushions.

The sweet little nub hypnotized him, swelling and burning cherry red.

“Oh, God…please…,” she panted.

He slid his middle finger into her entrance in short, slow, twisting pumps.

“Rowdy, please…,” she begged.

“Jesus,” he whispered. She tightened on the tip of his finger. His cock surged in anticipation. She took his two fingers, all the way in, her muscles contracting around them. He pressed on her G-spot. She growled long, low, and feral.

“Yeah, now…” His shaking fist gripped his cock and steered it into her sweet, tight pussy. “Jesus…,” he groaned, twisting his hips, circling and teasing. More like torture. Hot…feel good…want inside. He was a caveman, and Sara was his woman.

“God,” she panted hoarsely, surging up, tossing her head back on the cushion, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

He inched in, hips pumping shallowly, her silken walls luring him in.

“Rowdy…please…!”

Jesus, one more push. “Shit!”

“What!” she cried.

“Condom,” he barked.

“Don’t you have one?” she shrieked, obviously, was in no mood to wait any longer.

Rowdy scrambled off, reaching for his pants. Ripping the package open, he sheathed himself, just that almost driving him over the edge. “I’m back,” he muttered as he reseated himself at her entrance.

Now, Sara’s hands were at his waist, his hips, cupping his butt. She gave a sharp tug, Rowdy obeyed and thrust, burying the thick head of his cock in as far as he could go. He grunted at the spike of pleasure roiling from inside his balls, racing through his body, and tried to pull out to thrust again. She wouldn’t let him go. Fine with him. Pumping and circling his hips, he fucked her. He hadn’t thought he’d last long, but it seemed like hours. His eyes rolled back in his head. She was hot and wet and tight, so slippery. Jesus, God…

His tightening and aching balls, the raging heat and pressure of his come, like no other feeling known to man, it had to explode. No choice. No stopping it. Coming… He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning through the sensations. They bucked against each other. She kicked his butt with the sharp little spikes and panted.

His come roiled, rose violently and burst from his body, hot and dense. God, I’m dying. So gooood. His body pumped uncontrollably. He didn’t want it to end.

5 Angels and Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews
5 Kisses from TwoLipsReviews
4 Hearts from LoveRomancesandMore

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Excerpt from Valentine's Day -

“Say it.” He lapped a wet path down her center, then nuzzled his nose into the fold under her breast. “Tell…”

“Oh, God, do it.”

“Do what, Val?” He made his voice ingratiating, as if he didn’t know what she wanted. He knew what he wanted. To push her knees apart and thrust his cock as far in as it could go. Restraining his wild need, he gazed directly into her eyes. “What do you want me to do, sweetheart?”

“Unh, you know.” She arched her back, thrusting her breasts in his face.

Her gem-hard, little nipples rasped on his cheek. His voice went low and whispery. “Tell me what you want me to do,” as his lips caressed the outer curve of one breast.

“Unh…”

Nip. “…me.”

Lick. Nip.

“Put…your…mouth…on…” She was obviously in shivery agony, her quick breaths joggling his head.

“Where?” Rafe’s mouth hovered over a nipple, letting his hot breath bathe her. Letting her anticipate. Torturing himself in the process.

“Niii…pllle.” She stretched the word out, a shrill order.

With a loud, snorting, flumping sound, Rafe obeyed and engulfed as much of her breast as he could get in his mouth.

“Oh, Jeesus.”

He heard her, knew it was more than she expected, and chuckled inwardly. Then he drew his lips up and suckled her in earnest. Suckle. Swirl. Suckle. Nip. Lap. Her head rolled from side to side. She’d drawn her knees up on either side of his hips and knocked them frantically into him.

“Rafe,” she begged.

4 Stars from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews
4 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies
4 Stars from MayReviews

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