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Riley O’Brien & Co. # 1
Riley O’Brien & Co. # 1
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.
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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.”
“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.”
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JJenna 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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