The Real Deal
The Second Birchwood Falls Book
(the first: Lost and Found)
by Jane Leopold Quinn
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.
“…Falls, Ioway. Ten minutes.”
She jerked out of a surprisingly deep sleep at the conductor’s clipped announcement. It had been unusually quiet on the train, no babies crying, no kids racing up and down the aisles to disturb her. Amazed she’d slept the night through, she blinked her eyes out of a muzzy-headed stupor, not sure why the conductor’s call woke her this time. She yawned, stretched the kinks out and gazed out the window all the while taking deep breaths to quell the thumping of her heart from the sudden awakening. As a counterpoint to her emotions, the train puttered slowly along a rushing river, water leaping and sparkling in the morning sunshine. A glance across the aisle showed rocks and greening foliage on the side of a hill.
“Birchwood Falls comin’ up,” repeated the conductor.
She heard the rustling of clothing and thumps of suitcases hauled down from the overhead bins. Outside the window, now that they’d passed warehouses, the sun hit her full force and lit the town with an enchanted glow. Enchanted glow? Where did that come from? Nothing in her life was enchanted right now and it was supposed to be. Right this minute she should be enjoying married life. This was to have been her honeymoon and a month off work. She teared up at the memory of her beautiful expensive gown. What a waste. Again she realized she missed that more than the SOB groom. Brought roughly back to reality when the train came to a halt at the station, she glanced out the window, spotting a sign.
Birchwood Falls—You’ve Come Home.
A sign. An omen? The town literally glowed in the sun. Like Brigadoon. She’d recently seen a revival of the classic musical, the story of two hunters discovering the magical Scottish town as it materialized from the morning mist. Just as Birchwood Falls appeared to her, aglow and radiant in the sunrise. The beginning of a new day. A new life?
She froze in her seat for a moment staring at the sign. This town called to her. In a daze, she gathered her suitcase and jacket. Alighting from the train, she stepped out onto the wooden platform, bemused at not knowing what the future held. She watched as the train rumbled down the tracks leaving her in this strange place. Alone for the first time in her life, she had no plans, nowhere to go and nothing to do. She cracked a slight smile at her unexpected freedom. She’d have to find someplace to eat, then a place to stay.
Then cold hard reality hit her and she shivered abruptly with fear. She’d have to find a doctor and get tested for STDs. Garrett might have endangered her life. God forgive him, because she never would.
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!
Lost and Found
The Real Deal
His Hers & His
Soldier, Come Home
A Promise at Dawn
Jake and Ivy
Wooing the Librarian
Home to Stay
The Long Road to You (coming soon)
I’ll Be Your Last
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality
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Thank you, Margo. Unfortunately, I though this was going to be up on Jan. 19, not 18, so I missed it by the day. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here.