Fabulous Firsts with Jenna Sutton, author of All the Right Places

This is my first visit to the Jaunty Quills blog, and I wanted to thank these lovely ladies for having me. My debut novel, All the Right Places, just came out, and since it’s my first book, I thought it would be fun to share snippets from the fabulous “firsts” in the book.
Before I do, let me tell you a little bit about All the Right Places. It’s the first book in the Riley O’Brien & Co. series. The hero, Quinn O’Brien, is the fifth generation of O’Briens to be involved in the family business, Riley O’Brien & Co., proud designers and manufacturers of blue jeans since 1845.

Quinn reluctantly partners with up-and-coming designer Amelia Winger for a new line of accessories. He views the accessories as a last ditch attempt to save the ailing women’s division; she views it as part of a larger plan that he knows nothing about. Mixing business and pleasure isn’t wise, but neither Quinn nor Amelia can resist the temptation.


“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, offering her hand to him. Her voice had a slight twang to it, betraying her Texas roots.

Clasping her hand, he gazed down at her. She couldn’t have been more than an inch or two above five feet tall because the top of her curly head didn’t even reach his shoulders. Her brown eyes crinkled as she smiled, and he noticed a slight gap between her top front teeth.

Her smile wobbled a bit as he stood there silently, staring into a face sprinkled with freckles that reminded him of brown sugar. Finally, he spoke, but when he did, it wasn’t exactly what he had intended.

“Nice ass,” he said.

Damn. Did I really say that out loud?



He gestured toward their empty plates and the pizza pan. They were bare except for a couple of crumbs.

“I’m kind of disappointed there aren’t any leftovers. Now I have to find something else for breakfast.”

She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. Was he serious? Only college kids ate pizza for breakfast. Adults ate yogurt and egg-white omelets.

“Unbelievable. You eat pizza for breakfast, and you still look like that.”

She clamped her mouth shut before she blurted out a truly regrettable comment about what her butt would look like if she made such poor dietary choices. He gazed at her intently.

“Look like what?”

Tall, dark, and handsome, that’s what. And he totally knew it.

Their interactions had given her plenty of evidence his self-esteem was healthy. In fact, it was so healthy it probably participated in marathons.

“Please,” she scoffed. “You don’t need me to stroke your ego.”

At the word “stroke,” his gaze heated and fell to her lips. When he brought his eyes back to hers, the dark blue irises were nearly obliterated by the pupils. The proof of his arousal made her lightheaded.

“You’re right,” he said huskily. “My ego’s just fine.”



Now that he had his mouth on hers, he was torn between devouring and savoring. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip before sucking gently. She gasped, and he darted his tongue into her mouth. The taste of her was better than he’d imagined, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

He slanted his head to delve deeper into her sweetness, holding her captive by weaving his hands into her fragrant hair and tilting her head back. When her tongue met his, he sucked on it lightly. It felt so good he increased the suction, and she moaned loudly.

Lust slammed through him as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Pushing up his shirt, she grasped his back just above the waistband of his Rileys. Her fingernails dug into his skin, the dual pain and pleasure of her touch sending a tingle up and down his spine.

Bright lights exploded behind his eyelids, and blood rushed through his veins, heading straight to his cock. He was sure he’d never been so hard, the buttons on his fly pressing painfully into his length.

He fed her several deep, wet kisses before pulling back and trailing his lips down her neck. He gently bit the tendon where her neck and shoulder met. She whimpered, and he soothed the small bite with his tongue.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you,” he breathed against her skin.



She leaned forward to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms all the way around her, pulling her closer and deeper into the V of his legs. As their lips met, he palmed her butt cheeks and squeezed. The unexpected gesture made her gasp and pull back slightly.

“Sorry. Too hard?”

She shook her head, and he rubbed the spots where he had squeezed. “I love your ass,” he breathed. “It’s so round and delicious, and I can’t wait to get you out of these pants so I can touch it skin-to-skin.”

A strangled laugh escaped her. “I hate my butt. It’s too big.”

He shook his head. “No,” he countered fiercely. “You can’t hate something that makes me hard every time I see it.”

Well, when you put it that way . . .