By: Jenna Sutton
Releasing June 2, 2015
Berkley
The first in a brand new contemporary romance
series starring the men and women who are determined to keep the billion-dollar
denim dynasty, Riley O’Brien & Co, on top, but aren’t about to let success
stand in the way of love…
Amelia Winger is a small-town girl with big dreams
of becoming a successful designer. So when she gets a gig designing accessories
for denim empire Riley O’Brien & Co., it’s a dream come true. Amelia can
handle the demanding job, but she isn’t quite prepared for sexy CEO Quinn
O’Brien. She’s doing her best to keep things professional, but the attraction
sparking between them makes it personal. And so does the secret project she's working
on behind his back...
Quinn's not
interested in the new accessories, but he is interested in the woman designing
them. Amelia is smart, sexy, and talented, and he hasn’t been able to stop
thinking about her since they met. Mixing business and pleasure isn’t wise, but
that doesn’t stop him from coming up with excuses to spend time with her. He
thinks he understands the risk he’s taking when he gets involved with Amelia.
But he doesn’t know he’s risking a lot more than his heart.
He
realized Teagan was still talking. “. . . knew you were going to be
in the office today, so I told her it would be okay.”
“Wait,
what did you say?”
Looking
down, she tapped her fingers against her bottom lip. He tensed. She was a
terrible liar and an even worse poker player because she always tapped her lips
when she was nervous or unsure.
He
stood. “Tell me,” he demanded when she stayed silent a beat too long.
“I told
Amelia Winger you would be available to meet her this morning.”
“Shit,
Teagan! You know I hate it when you ambush me with things like
this. . . .”
She
stopped tapping her lips and started tapping her toe, never a good sign for
innocent or not-so-innocent males nearby. “This is a priority, Quinn,” she shot
back. “I’ve already worked out all the legal details with Amelia. All she wants
is a meeting with you. So it’s not on your calendar. Deal with it.”
“When
will she be here?”
“She’s
already here.”
“Of
course she is,” he said dryly. He ran a hand through his hair before smoothing
the mess he had made. “Let’s go get her.”
With
Teagan click-clacking alongside him, he made the trek down the hall. He wasn’t
looking forward to this meeting, and not just because his sister had sprung it
on him. The women’s division limped along like a three-legged dog, and he
doubted some new belts and purses would make a difference.
“Are you
sure Amelia Winger is the right person to design our accessories?” Quinn asked.
He’d
reviewed the information Teagan had provided about the designer, but he still
had his doubts, especially since Amelia Winger had no formal design training,
and she’d never done any work for a company like Riley O’Brien.
“I’d
never heard of her before you mentioned her,” he continued. “Just because her
best friend is a country music star and wears her designs doesn’t mean Amelia
has any real talent. It just means she’s smart enough to capitalize on Ava
Grace Landy’s success.”
“Ava
Grace doesn’t wear Amelia’s designs just because she’s her best friend. She
wears them because they’re incredible.”
Pushing
open the door to the reception area, he ushered his sister through it before
following. Frank turned at the sound, winking at Teagan.
The
security guard tilted his head toward the only person sitting in the reception
area. “There’s your girl,” he said with a smile.
Teagan
hurried toward the woman with her arms outstretched. “Amelia, it’s so nice to
see you again!” she exclaimed.
The
woman dropped the magazine she’d been reading and quickly rose from her orange
chair. It clashed horribly with her long red hair, and his heart kicked in his
chest as Teagan gestured toward him.
“Amelia
Winger, this is my brother, Quinn O’Brien. Quinn, this is the fabulous designer
we talked about.”
Amelia
released Teagan’s hands and stepped forward to greet him. “It’s nice to meet
you,” she said, offering her hand to him. Her voice had a slight twang to it,
betraying her Texas roots.
Clasping
her hand, he gazed down at her. She couldn’t have been more than an inch or two
above five feet tall because the top of her curly head didn’t even reach his
shoulders. Her brown eyes crinkled as she smiled, and he noticed a slight gap
between her top front teeth.
Her
smile wobbled a bit as he stood there silently, staring into a face sprinkled
with freckles that reminded him of brown sugar. Finally, he spoke, but when he
did, it wasn’t exactly what he had intended.
“Nice
ass,” he said.
Damn. Did I really say that out loud?
Jenna Sutton spent most of her career as an award-winning journalist
covering business-related topics including healthcare, commercial real estate,
retail, and technology. Nowadays she writes about hot, lovable guys and
the smart, sexy women who make them crazy. It’s the culmination of a lifelong
dream, and she feels so lucky to be able to do it.
Jenna has a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from
Texas Christian University and a Master’s degree in Integrated Marketing
Communications from Northwestern University.
Jenna and her husband live in a 103-year-old house in
Texas.
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