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Riley O'Brien & Co. Series #1
Jenna Sutton
Released June 2nd, 2015
Berkley
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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Excerpt:
Quinn pulled open one of the heavy wood doors
to the executive wing, and as he did every morning, he took some time to enjoy
the walk along the polished concrete floors to his office. A timeline
highlighting the major milestones in Riley O’Brien & Co.’s history
stretched from one end of the hallway to the other. It started with the
founding of the company prior to the California Gold Rush, and old sepia
images, black-and-white pictures, and a handful of color photos brought it to
life.
He could see glimmers of himself in some of
the images on the wall. All the men in his family had hair so dark it was
almost black. And like his grandfather’s, Quinn’s hair was slightly wavy.
It was hard to tell from the early pictures
what color his ancestor’s eyes were, but legend had it that Riley O’Brien’s
eyes were so cold a glare from him could stop even the roughest of gold
prospectors in their tracks. No doubt, he must have been one mean son of a
bitch to build a successful business at a time when California was nothing but
a territory full of wild and avaricious men.
Quinn turned his attention from the timeline
and entered his office. Before he could sit down, a sharp knock sounded on his
door, and his sister’s dark head poked around it.
“Do you have a minute?” Teagan asked,
slightly breathless. Her blue eyes were wide behind the black-framed glasses
she wore.
“Sure. What’s up, T?”
She slipped inside his office, shutting the
door behind her. Her black dress crossed over the front of her body and tied on
the side. Dotted with big red cherries, it was a perfectly nice piece of
clothing, but he was immediately pissed off she wore it.
“Why are you always wearing a damn dress?” he
growled.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, feigning
confusion.
“Our family fortune was built on jeans,” he
reminded her. “Can’t you put on a pair once in a while?”
It was a discussion they’d had many times,
and her answer was always the same. He could have repeated it verbatim, and now
he got to hear it again.
“Riley’s look good on you. They look good on
most men. But they do not look good on most women. They especially don’t look
good on short women. Or women with big butts, big thighs, or big anythings.
Ergo, they don’t look good on me.”
Quinn held up his hands, sorry he’d brought
up the subject. “I don’t want to get into another argument about the women’s
division,” he backtracked hastily. “Your dress is fine. You look very pretty.”
Ignoring Teagan’s rude snort, he settled in
his chair and propped his feet on his desk. “What did you need?” he prompted
her as he inspected his new boots.
She eyed him for a few moments before
answering. “Amelia Winger has agreed to design our new line of accessories.”
He dropped his feet to the floor and sat up.
The accessories were all Teagan’s idea, and the little sneak had gone behind
his back to make them happen.
She had wanted to revamp the entire women’s
division, and when Quinn refused, she had persuaded their dad to give his stamp
of approval for the line of accessories. Now Quinn had to suck it up and play
nice with the new designer until their dad officially resigned and handed the
reins over to him.
“So she’s definitely going to do it?” he
asked.
“I think so. She requested a meeting with
you, since you’re going to head up the project, but as long as you don’t blow
it, I think she’s on board.”
He huffed out a breath in annoyance. “Why
would I blow it?”
“Quinn, you can be really intense about
Rileys. It’s . . . well, it’s a turnoff to some people.”
He nodded, agreeing with Teagan’s assessment.
He was intense. He was devoted to
protecting the Riley O’Brien brand, and he never forgot every single pair of
Rileys ever produced was branded with his last name.
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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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