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.
I haven’t read this one yet, but it’s next up on my kindle. I plan to review it next week too. Here is a short excerpt.
Amelia tapped her ballet flat against the polished concrete floor as she waited for Quinn in Riley Plaza’s second-floor reception area. After they’d finished dinner at the pizzeria and walked back to the high-rise, he left her at the elevator bank while he detoured to the parking garage to get her fruits and veggies.
She wondered if he had bought any leafy greens like spinach and kale. If not, she might have to make a trip to the store. She would probably need to pick up some coconut water, too, since it was unlikely he’d thought to buy that. If he had, she’d have no choice but to rip off his clothes and have her way with him.
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened to reveal Quinn. His muscular arms held two large canvas bags, and another bag sat on the floor near his feet. All three overflowed with a variety of produce, filling the elevator with the tangy scent of citrus and the sweet aroma of mangoes, peaches, and strawberries.
He beckoned her into the elevator with a tilt of his head. “Get in,” he ordered tersely.
She wondered what had happened to make him so cranky. He’d seemed fine at the restaurant.
Once they arrived at the penthouse, she placed her canvas bag on the floor to key in the code. He must have made a serious dent in the produce section, and her bag was so heavy she had to carry it with both arms.
She held the door open for Quinn, and as he passed through it, his forearm brushed against her breasts. She sucked in a breath at the brief contact, and he turned his head sharply toward her. She was sure her desire was obvious on her face, and she averted it, hoping he wouldn’t see how much she wanted him.
After returning to the hall to grab her bag of produce, she had just stepped inside when she ran into him. Without a word, he took the bag from her and headed back to the kitchen to deposit it on the island.
She followed behind him, appreciating the way his Rileys hugged his rear. She was a little overheated, so she shrugged out of her purple hoodie and hung it on the back of one of the tall, wooden chairs situated near the bar.
“Thank you so much for the juicer, Quinn. And for the produce. And for dinner.”
He didn’t respond to her words of gratitude. Instead, he unpacked the bags, disgorging a kaleidoscope of colorful produce onto the granite island. The bright hues of bananas, lemons, oranges, and carrots contrasted sharply with the intense red of strawberries and apples, the deep indigo of blueberries, and the dark green of spinach.
He remembered to buy leafy vegetables!
She moved to the island to help him unload the rest of the goodies, and he stiffened slightly when her arm brushed against his. She looked up, and they stared at each other, barely breathing, until he leaned down. His nose brushed the top of her hair, and he took a deep breath.
“You smell good. What is it?”
The vibrations of his deep voice near her ear made her whole body break out in goose bumps. She was so affected by his nearness she had a hard time pulling in a deep breath.
“Almond oil,” she gasped. “I use it on my hair to keep it from getting frizzy.”
Shifting closer, he bracketed her body against the island with his arms, enveloping her in his heat. He nuzzled his nose behind her ear before flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin of her nape where several curls nestled. She shivered at the rough wetness, imagining it on other parts of her body.
She sensed his hands near her head moments before he pulled the chopsticks out of her hair. He made a low noise in his throat as it fell in a tangle of curls down her back—a deep growl that made her nipples harden and her knees tremble.
“Damn,” he said hoarsely.
Swiftly, he turned her in his arms. Grabbing her around the waist, he hoisted her easily onto the island, making all her lovely fruit and vegetables roll to the floor.
Ignoring the produce carnage, he immediately wrapped his big hands around her rear and pulled her roughly toward him until his erection was wedged between her legs. He was long and hard, and she wanted to press against him.
Cupping her face in his hands, he looked into her eyes. “I tried,” he said mysteriously.
She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, but before she could get the words out, he slid his hands into her hair and brought his lips to hers.
The writing is kind of terrible, but maybe the review will convince me to try it!