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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.
Derrière. Ass. Back porch. Badonkadonk. Rump. No matter
what you called it, the butt was Quinn O’Brien’s favorite part of the human
body.
Yes, he had the typical male appreciation for the female
form, but truly, most of his interest was professional. In fact, some would say
it was part of his DNA. He was the fifth generation of O’Brien to be involved
in the family business, Riley O’Brien & Co., proud designers and
manufacturers of blue jeans since 1845.
“Pay attention to how our jeans conform to the wearer’s
body, especially the butt,” his father had schooled him and his younger brother
when they were kids. At the time, Quinn hadn’t realized scoping out every backside
within sight might cause problems, especially when he stared just a bit too
long at a crooked seam on a stranger’s rear.
And right now, that’s exactly what he was doing—staring at
a stranger’s ass hard enough to make his eyes cross. Who could blame him,
though, since it was right at eye level above him on the escalator? And oh,
what an ass it was—high and tight, yet still nicely rounded.
He sighed. The woman in front of him might have a great
ass, but she wasn’t wearing Rileys. That was a big mark against her in his
book.
Shifting his gaze from her curvy backside, he reviewed the
brown leather belt encircling her slender waist. Embellished with beads and
intricate stitching, it was eye-catching, not gaudy at all.
But it wasn’t nearly as eye-catching as the red corkscrews
of hair that fell down her back almost to her waist. They glinted with gold and
amber from the early morning sun shining through the skyscraper’s windows. Her
hair was so curly it kinked in some places, creating sharp angles that made him
want to pull on a strand just to see how quickly it would recoil.
The woman stepped off the escalator into the reception
area of Riley O’Brien & Co.’s global headquarters, cutting his perusal
short. Unlike most high-rises in downtown San Francisco, Riley Plaza’s first
floor was filled with retail space, including the requisite Starbucks and a
small shop that sold Riley merchandise. From the first floor, an escalator
brought visitors and employees to the mezzanine level, where they checked in
with reception or headed to their offices.
He pulled his gaze from the woman in just enough time to
avoid tripping over the escalator lip and crashing onto the floor. Yeah, ogling
asses could be hazardous.
As the redhead made her way to the reception desk, Quinn
held up a hand and called out a greeting to the security guard posted by the
double doors that led to the executive offices.
“Hey, Frank, did you see the new commercial last night?”
Riley O’Brien & Co. had recently launched a new
advertising campaign featuring several well-known male athletes. The first
commercial highlighting Quinn’s best friend, Nick Priest, had debuted last
night during Sunday night football.
Priest and Quinn had played football together at the
University of Southern California. While Quinn’s football career had ended when
he graduated from USC, Priest had gone pro. He was one of the best wide
receivers in the NFL, and his talent transformed every team he joined.
“Yeah, I saw it,” Frank answered. “If you wanted to make
women all over America lust after Priest even more than they do now, you
succeeded.”
Quinn laughed. “So, you thought Priest looked hot?”
“Hell, no,” Frank barked. “But the wife couldn’t take her
eyes off the TV while he was on-screen.”
“Who can blame her? She’s had to look at your ugly face
for more than thirty years. She needs a break.”
Frank grinned and shot him
the bird. “Get to work, son.”
I loved the opening scene, which is the excerpt above. It really set the tone for the rest of the book - a perfect mix of fun and sexy. I love series about families and this was a great introduction to the O'Brien's. Both Amelia and Quinn are likeable characters and so is his brother Cal, his sister Teagan is a bit of a villian in this story, but I have a feeling she'll redeem herself in the next book. A solid contemporary romance that has me anxiously waiting for the book.
ARC via NetGalley
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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