Get a taste of the spicy new brew from Jenna Sutton!
Barreled Over's release blitz happens January 8... but you can get your copies now
Barreled Over's release blitz happens January 8... but you can get your copies now
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“Do you know how to drink bourbon?”
She stared down into the tumbler before looking back at him. “With my mouth,” she answered, her voice as dry as a creek during a drought.
Her quip made him laugh, but it died in his throat when he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been amused and aroused at the same time. She was even more dangerous than he’d thought.
“Bourbon is a sipping whiskey, not a slam-it-back whiskey,” he explained. “You have to take your time with it.” He gestured to the tumbler. “Hold your glass in both hands for a few seconds to warm the bourbon.”
She immediately wrapped her fingers around the tumbler, her nails shimmering with sparkly beige polish. He wondered what those fingers would feel like wrapped around his cock, and he barely bit back a groan.
“What next?” she asked. “Should I swirl it around?”
“Bourbon isn’t watered-down grape juice. You shouldn’t swirl it or stick your nose into your glass.”
“Watered-down grape juice?”
“Also known as wine.”
“I don’t like wine,” she said as if she were confessing a terrible crime. “I like beer better.”
“Me too.” He picked up an empty tumbler. “Place your nose just above the rim of the glass.” He showed her what he meant. “Open your mouth a bit and breathe through your mouth and nose at the same time.”
She followed his lead, and he said, “You should be able to smell vanilla and caramel.”
Nodding, she said, “I smell it.”
“Now sip just enough bourbon to cover your tongue. Part your lips slightly and draw in some air over the liquid. Hold it in your mouth for a few seconds and let it wash over your tongue.”
She followed his instructions, and he noticed a droplet of liquid glistening on her lower lip. Her pink tongue darted out to catch it, and in that moment, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to sip bourbon from her mouth.
An image flashed across his mind—Ava Grace’s smooth skin drenched in Trinity, the liquor dribbling over her breasts and pooling in her belly button before trickling into the fluff on her pussy. He’d suck every last droplet off her body, starting with her nipples and ending with her clit.
“What next?” Ava Grace asked, forcing his mind back to their bourbon lesson.
Trying to ignore his thickened cock, he said, “Now take a swallow.”
She raised her glass and took a drink. He gave her a moment before asking, “Did you feel it on the way down?”
She placed her hand on her throat, just above the smooth skin of her chest. “Feels like fire,” she gasped.
He plucked the glass from her hand. “Yeah, it could be smoother.”
Leaning over, he grabbed a bottle of Trinity and removed the cork. After splashing some into an empty tumbler, he held it up.
“This was five years in the making. It won the bronze medal in the International Spirits Competition last year.”
Passing the tumbler to her, he said, “Same process.”
He crossed his arms over his chest while she drank his pride and joy. His blood, sweat, and tears.
His future.
About Jenna
Jenna Sutton is the author of the Riley O’Brien & Co. romances. She is a former award-winning journalist who traded fact for fiction when she began writing novels. Surprisingly, the research she conducted for her articles provided a lot of inspiration for her books. Jenna has a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Texas Christian University and a Master’s degree in Integrated Marketing Communications from Northwestern University. She and her husband live in Texas in a 105-year-old house affectionately known as “The Money Pit”.
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Exclusive Excerpt
“Do you know how to drink bourbon?”
She stared down into the tumbler before looking back at him. “With my mouth,” she answered, her voice as dry as a creek during a drought.
Her quip made him laugh, but it died in his throat when he realized he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been amused and aroused at the same time. She was even more dangerous than he’d thought.
“Bourbon is a sipping whiskey, not a slam-it-back whiskey,” he explained. “You have to take your time with it.” He gestured to the tumbler. “Hold your glass in both hands for a few seconds to warm the bourbon.”
She immediately wrapped her fingers around the tumbler, her nails shimmering with sparkly beige polish. He wondered what those fingers would feel like wrapped around his cock, and he barely bit back a groan.
“What next?” she asked. “Should I swirl it around?”
“Bourbon isn’t watered-down grape juice. You shouldn’t swirl it or stick your nose into your glass.”
“Watered-down grape juice?”
“Also known as wine.”
“I don’t like wine,” she said as if she were confessing a terrible crime. “I like beer better.”
“Me too.” He picked up an empty tumbler. “Place your nose just above the rim of the glass.” He showed her what he meant. “Open your mouth a bit and breathe through your mouth and nose at the same time.”
She followed his lead, and he said, “You should be able to smell vanilla and caramel.”
Nodding, she said, “I smell it.”
“Now sip just enough bourbon to cover your tongue. Part your lips slightly and draw in some air over the liquid. Hold it in your mouth for a few seconds and let it wash over your tongue.”
She followed his instructions, and he noticed a droplet of liquid glistening on her lower lip. Her pink tongue darted out to catch it, and in that moment, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to sip bourbon from her mouth.
An image flashed across his mind—Ava Grace’s smooth skin drenched in Trinity, the liquor dribbling over her breasts and pooling in her belly button before trickling into the fluff on her pussy. He’d suck every last droplet off her body, starting with her nipples and ending with her clit.
“What next?” Ava Grace asked, forcing his mind back to their bourbon lesson.
Trying to ignore his thickened cock, he said, “Now take a swallow.”
She raised her glass and took a drink. He gave her a moment before asking, “Did you feel it on the way down?”
She placed her hand on her throat, just above the smooth skin of her chest. “Feels like fire,” she gasped.
He plucked the glass from her hand. “Yeah, it could be smoother.”
Leaning over, he grabbed a bottle of Trinity and removed the cork. After splashing some into an empty tumbler, he held it up.
“This was five years in the making. It won the bronze medal in the International Spirits Competition last year.”
Passing the tumbler to her, he said, “Same process.”
He crossed his arms over his chest while she drank his pride and joy. His blood, sweat, and tears.
His future.
About Jenna
Jenna Sutton is the author of the Riley O’Brien & Co. romances. She is a former award-winning journalist who traded fact for fiction when she began writing novels. Surprisingly, the research she conducted for her articles provided a lot of inspiration for her books. Jenna has a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Texas Christian University and a Master’s degree in Integrated Marketing Communications from Northwestern University. She and her husband live in Texas in a 105-year-old house affectionately known as “The Money Pit”.
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