Today we are celebrating the release of THE DISTILLER'S DARLING by Rebecca Norinne and Jamaila Brinkley. This is the second standalone title in the River Hill contemporary romance series. Check out an excerpt from the book below.
THE DISTILLER'S DARLING
by Rebecca Norinne & Jamaila Brinkley
Irish whiskey royalty has no place in Northern California, but that isn't going to stop Iain Brennan, the black sheep of Brennan Family Distillers, from giving it a shot. Wine Country is an unlikely place to launch a whiskey empire, but Iain’s just reckless enough to make it work. And being out from under the watchful eye of his disapproving father back home in Dublin? Even better.
Naomi Klein has spent the last ten years ignoring her society family as much as possible while building a career as a renowned sculptor. She’s found a home in River Hill, but has no interest in dipping her toes into the commitment pool. Just the idea of forever gives her hives. Which makes a rootless Irish wanderer the perfect fling. And shocking her mother? Just a bonus.
But as cozy autumn nights turn into lazy winter mornings, Naomi and Iain realize that they’re getting close to something neither of them wants: love. When Naomi discovers Iain’s not quite as rootless as he seems, she’ll have to make some tough decisions. And when the Brennans and the Kleins descend en masse to collect their prodigal children, River Hill may never be the same.
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Naomi opened her mouth to speak, then immediately closed it. She tilted her head to the side and studied him for a couple of seconds. “Here’s the deal,” she said eventually, pulling her hand away and crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t sleep with people I work with. Call me old-fashioned, but I never mix business with pleasure. You can either hire me to do your labels, or you can come back to my house and fuck my brains out. Your choice.” She finished by raising one elegant eyebrow at him.
Having seen her work, Iain knew what he wanted his labels to look like. But he also knew no woman had made his pulse quicken and his blood run hot and furious through his veins the way this one did. There really was no choice at all.
He slid from the booth and reached into his back pocket. Pulling out his wallet, he dropped two twenty-dollar bills on the table—enough to cover their lunches, plus a hefty tip. “Will losing my business impact your bottom line?”
Naomi smiled up at him and licked her lips. “Not even remotely.”
“Then let’s get out of here.” He turned and made his way to the exit, knowing deep in his bones—and elsewhere—she’d be right behind him.
Twenty agonizingly long minutes later, they stumbled through the door of a charming bungalow several blocks from the restaurant, their limbs twined around each other and their mouths fused together.
Iain kicked the door closed and hoisted Naomi up by her ass, her long, lithe legs wrapping around his waist before he backed her against it. He kissed a path down her jaw to reach the pulse beating violently in her neck. He sucked the dancing point into his mouth and then, moving lower, tongued the frilly lace edge of her bra.
“Bedroom?” he asked against her soft skin.
“Down the hall.” Naomi tugged on his belt buckle and then popped the button of his jeans before lowering the zipper. Reaching her hand down the front of his trousers, she cupped him over his boxer briefs and squeezed.
Iain groaned and dropped his head back to stare up at the ceiling while she continued stroking him. “Fuck, that feels fantastic.” He blew out a long breath, thankful he hadn’t misremembered how talented Naomi was with her hands.
“Then this will feel even better.” She slid down the length of him to land on her knees, lowering his clothes as she went.
Iain’s head fell forward when she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and angled it toward her mouth, her eyes trained on him the entire time. She licked him from root to tip, and with a hum of approval, swirled her tongue around his crown like it was a Teddy’s 99 on a hot summer day. He’d never look at ice cream cones the same way again. “Christ, woman.”
Naomi flashed him a wicked grin and then took him deep. Those were the last words out of his mouth until he came with a shout.
With his hands flattened against the door and his chest heaving in and out, he stared down at the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I know.” Naomi pushed to her feet, then grabbed his hand and led him through the foyer, past the eclectically-decorated living room, and into a darkened room dominated by a wrought iron four poster bed. She kicked off her shoes, yanked her pale blue blouse off over her head, slid her trousers down her long legs, and then climbed naked on top of the fluffy white duvet.
Iain eyed her greedily as she rested against the enormous pile of pillows at her back. Then she trailed her fingers down the expanse of her creamy white skin until she reached the small slope of her belly. He watched with rapt attention as she traced a light pattern over the flesh there until goosebumps sprouted.
And then they coasted lower … and lower … and lower.“And now you’re going to return the favor.”
Hell yeah, he was.
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About the Authors:
Rebecca Norinne writes sexy romance from the heart. Her heroines are bold and headstrong, and her heroes will do anything for the ones they love.
When not banging away at the keyboard, she is watching rugby, enjoying a pint of craft beer, or traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next book.
Originally from California, Rebecca currently resides in Dublin, Ireland, with her husband.
Jamaila Brinkley writes historical romance with a hint of magic. Her Wizards of London series features thieves, duchesses, witches, and more indulging in mayhem and romance in Regency England. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and was a finalist in the Romance Through the Ages contest in 2015.
Jamaila came to romance as an avid reader of fantasy and science fiction, and found that her favorite historical romances seemed ripe for an injection of magic. Her favorite historical period is currently the Victorian era, and she’s never happier than when immersed in a multi-book family series.
Jamaila lives outside Baltimore, Maryland in a house that is perpetually under renovation with her husband and twin toddlers. You can find her blogging about romance, writing, parenting, cooking, and more on her website at www.jamailabrinkley.com, and posting pictures of her lunch on Twitter as @jamaila.
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