Hoje é o lançamento do livro The Distiller’s Darling, o segundo livro da série River Hill. Veja abaixo a sinopse e um trecho do livro. Amanhã teremos nossa resenha.
THE DISTILLER’S DARLING by Rebecca Norinne & Jamaila Brinkley
A Realeza Irlandesa do Whiskey não tem lugar no norte da Califórnia, mas isso não irá parar Iain Brennan, a ovelha negra da família Brennan de destiladores, de tentar. A região do Vinho é um lugar diferente para tentar lançar um império de Whiskey, mas Iain é destemido o suficiente para fazer isso acontecer. E estando longe do radar desaprovador de seu pai em Dublin? Melhor ainda.
Naomi Klein passou os dez últimos anos o mais longe possível da sua família de socialites, construindo sua carreira como uma renomada escultora. Ela achou um lar em River Hill, mas não tem nenhum desejo em tentar a sorte em um relacionamento. Só a ideia já a deixa com urticárias. O que faz o Irlandês sem raízes fincadas perfeito para um caso. E chocar sua mãe? Somente um bônus.
Mas quando aconchegantes noites de outono se transformam em preguiçosas manhãs de inverno, Naomi e Iain realizam que eles estão chegando perto do que nenhum deles quer: amor. MAs quando Naomi descobre que Iain não é tão sem raízes assim, ela terá uma difícil decisão a fazer. E quando os Brennans e os Kleins chegam em massa para coletar seus pródigos filhos, River Hill nunca mais será a mesma.
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 slowly opened one eye and examined the ceiling until she remembered where she was. Ah, yes. The gala. The hotel. The Irishman. Yum. She yawned and stretched, feeling the burn of muscles well-used. Iain’s elevator antics had been just the start of their fun last night.
Fortunately, his room was only on the fifth floor. The elevator’s security cameras might have burst into flames if they’d traveled any higher. They’d stumbled out of the compartment and down the hall in a haze of lust, and her dress and his pants had dropped on top of each other right inside the door to his room. And then … well.
Naomi pointed her toes and smiled, feeling satisfaction spread like warmth through her body as the muscles in her legs stretched and loosened. They’d had a very good night. Iain had made good—very good—on his dirty promises of a feast. Her body had been his appetizer, entrée, and dessert … and then she’d returned the favor happily. They’d spent a great deal of time gasping, panting for breath, and moaning—and quite a bit of time laughing as well.
On the whole, she thought, definitely a night to remember.
And now it was time for the part that sometimes turned awkward: leaving.
She turned in the bed, and found him watching her through lowered lashes. “Hello,” she said.
“Good morning.” Iain reached out a lazy arm and wrapped it around her waist, tugging her body flush against his. She relaxed against his warmth for a moment, then stretched up for a quick kiss.
“Can I use your shower?”
“Be my guest,” he said with a yawn.
She slid out of the bed with a final pat on his extremely well-muscled thigh. “Thanks.”
Knowing Iain was watching her walk naked through the room, she put a bit of flair into her bend as she snagged her dress from the floor on the way into the bathroom. She heard a quick intake of breath behind her and grinned. It was nice to leave a lasting impression.
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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.