Highway Song by Jessa Jacobs

 Today Jessa Jacobs brand new series of Smokey’s Roadhouse Novels starts with book #1 Highway Song!

Blurb
How did that famous quote from that old movie go? Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world…Well, this was a biker bar, not a gin joint, and there wasn’t really a town nearby. But to have my long-lost stepbrother show up in the very place I’d washed up a month earlier like flotsam from a shipwreck – that was the same kind of irony.

Thank God he wouldn’t recognize me. I’d been ten years old when he last saw me seventeen years ago. Too bad for my battered heart that I now recognized what I’d only sensed as a child. My stepbrother the rock star was hot.

Review

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I started this novel but as always Jessa Jacobs did not disappoint. Full of raw emotion, sizzling chemistry and drama Highway Song was a fabulous read!

Saying Amy has had a tough life would be putting it mildly. Having suffered abuse at the hand of her father from a young age, she ran away to escape him only to fall prey to more men who only wanted to use and abuse her. When she finally got help and things started to look up, she witnessed something she should never have seen and has been running ever since.

Now years later she’s working at Smokey’s Roadhouse, hiding in a deserted area hoping never to be found. The last thing she expected was Rex to walk into the bar, now a semi-famous rock star but still irresistibly attractive. Once upon a time he was her Step-brother for a while, before her father’s abuse drove him and his mother away, leaving 10 year old Amy behind.

She remembers him but he doesn’t recognise her. Their chemistry is undeniable and sooner or later sparks will fly. Will they be able to find happiness with each other or will Amy’s past continue to haunt them both?

This book – wow! I was blown away by the amount of raw emotion in this book – the things that Amy’s character has had to endure. I loved Amy and Rex’s relationship and the drama that unfolded between them. Amy’s past mixed in with Rex’s famous rock band world made for some great drama! I would highly recommend this awesome new series!

 
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Excerpt

Rex

“Holy fuck!”

I was lifting a mug of ice-cold draft beer for my first swig when the exclamation from our manager, Mark Brent, caused me to miss and splash half of it over my hands as I flinched. The sound of Mark’s chair hitting the floor as he jumped to his feet accompanied his exclamation. I jerked my head up, getting ready to rip him a new one, only to see him running out the front door of the bar. I set my remaining beer down quickly and then followed Mark at a brisk pace, along with the others.

As soon as I was out the front door, the rest of the band members clustering around me, I saw the reason for Mark’s alarm. The bus was on fire.

Joe, the driver had an inadequate-looking fire extinguisher aimed underneath the vehicle, where black smoke roiled out unchecked by the foam. As soon as the guys saw what was going on, pandemonium broke loose. Unlike bigger bands, ours traveled with no crew. Our instruments and accessories, all but a drum kit, were in the luggage hold, perilously near the fire. Ike, the drummer, was the only one who didn’t run to the bus to rescue equipment, besides me.

I froze for half a second, and then used lungs more used to belting out rock music to yell. “Guys! Get away from there! It could go up. Holy shit, it’s just things.” Axel, Kirk and Cole ignored me, while Mark took off after them. I turned to Ike. “Call 911!”

“Rex, take a look around. There’s no town. This is just a shitty little biker bar in the middle of BFE-nowhere Wyoming. Where do you think a fire crew is going to come from?”

I lifted my gaze and stared out at the highway stretching from the east horizon to the west. Ike was right. Not a building in sight, other than Smokey’s Roadhouse, the bar where we’d stopped for lunch. The smoke from under the bus was dissipating though. Maybe the fire extinguisher had been enough after all.

Mark had managed to pull Cole, the bass player, away from the bus, but the two guitarists were still banging on the luggage hold, as if that would make it magically open. I couldn’t blame them. Between them, they probably had thousands of dollars’ worth of back line in that hold.

By rights it should have been in a crew bus. Even as I watched the bus destroy what might be our last chance to make it before some of the guys bailed on me, I knew it was my fault. Extinction wasn’t just our band name. It was a real possibility for our careers if this damn fire meant the bus wasn’t road-worthy.

Amy

He didn’t recognize me, thank God. I couldn’t afford for anyone to know who or where I was. After I calmed down, I reasoned it out. It had been seventeen years since he’d last seen me, and I was only ten at the time. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he’d know me now. Not only had I grown up, I’d grown up hard.

On the other hand, I knew what that cool once-over meant. His eyes lingered on my cleavage a second too long. If I knew men, and I had good reason to, he’d make a play for me sometime tonight. I couldn’t let that happen under any circumstances. It would just be too weird, even though our relationship was less than nothing.

His mother had married my father nineteen years ago. Like most of the women Dad attracted, she took off soon, though she did manage to last two years. She took her seventeen-year-old son with her. She hugged me before she left, and whispered, “I wish I could take you with me, honey, but he’d come after us. I’ll report him to the authorities.”

I had no idea what that meant, then. And if she did, it went nowhere. My dad needed a substitute punching bag, and I got nominated by default. Whenever I hid from him, I pretended my big stepbrother, Rick, would find me and take me with him this time. But his last words to me, “See you kid,” never came true. I hadn’t seen him again, until now.

The men at the table with Rick called him Rex. I’d changed my name too. During the course of an otherwise slow afternoon, I gathered a few bits of information as I served them. They were a band—a rock band I assumed—and their bus had caught fire in our parking lot. It looked like it wasn’t going anywhere soon. My boss, Smokey, said it would probably take the rest of the day for a mechanic to get here to assess the damage. Highway 80 had plenty of traffic, but it was a long stretch of just about nothing from Rawlins to Rock Springs.

 
 

 

Author Bio
Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

If you’d like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website at http://www.jessajacobs.com.

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Beloved (Irrationally His #5) by Jessa Jacobs

The final book in the Irrationally His serial is finally here!! Will Chelsea and Travis work it out?

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BLURB

I finally had my big break, but would it mean I’d lose everything else I held dear?

To prepare for my show, I’d need to leave the ranch early. Would I ever see Travis again, after the inevitable funeral for his dad?

What was happening with my best friend? I felt she’d abandoned me, and what was worse, she couldn’t even tell me where she was – or wouldn’t.

At least I had a project to occupy my lonely days and nights. Otherwise, I might have been lost in the depressing circumstances of my life.

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REVIEW

What a brilliant finale! We have all been waiting anxiously for Travis and Chelsea’s HEA and what an emotion filled one we were given! After Travis and Chelsea’s misunderstanding they have a lot to work through. With Chelsea’s career finally kicking off and Travis’ Dad getting worse every day they have a lot to contend with.

Travis still hasn’t told Chelsea about who he really is but with Cozy as his CFO and Chelsea about to sell a nude painting of him his time is running out. And once he’s finally told her the truth there’s just the small matter of telling everyone else about their relationship. Will they make it?

This was the perfect way to end the series. Really loved Travis and Chelsea’s journey together and this drama filled ending was perfect for them. Can’t wait to see what Jessa has in store next!

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About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

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Broken (Irrationally His #4) by Jessa Jacobs

Today is the release of the fourth book in the Irrationally His serial, Broken by Jessa Jacobs!

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Blurb

How had everything gone so wrong so quickly?

 

Tex was dying. Finally, the answer to why he and Mom had put on such an elaborate celebration for only a tenth anniversary – the last they’d ever have.

 

But I hadn’t any more than begun to absorb that news than Travis showed himself to be the jerk I’d originally thought him. How could he have fooled me so badly? How could he have wormed his way into my heart, not to mention my bed?

 

There was nothing left for me here. To give Mom and Tex their final weeks together, it was time for me to go.

 

Broken is Part Four of the serial romance Irrationally His. Parts One through Three, Bothered,  Bewildered, and Brazen, are available exclusively on Amazon as well. They must be read in order for full enjoyment. Part Five, Beloved, is scheduled for publication on September 2.

 

 

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Review

I’ve really enjoyed this serial so far and can’t wait to see which direction it heads in. At the end of the last book a misunderstanding has Chelsea running away from the ranch and Travis. Now in different places they both find it difficult to forget the other yet Travis keeps holding back. He’s keeping a secret from Chelsea, making everyone around them swear not to tell her until he does. But the longer he keeps it from her the further apart they grow.

When circumstances lead them back to each other once again will Travis finally tell Chelsea the truth? With Travis’ Dad in a bad way they must support each other and find a way to make it work, even if that risks their relationship being discovered.

Tensions are definitely running high for Travis and Chelsea, with both their relationship, Travis’ Dad and him keeping secrets from Chelsea. Now Cozy is involved he has no choice but to come clean soon, and I can’t wait to see how it pans out! Bring on the finale!

 

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Excerpt

 

Chelsea

 

I’d given in and accepted the gift of Tex’s pickup, an extended-cab Chevy. When I’d seen Mom and Tex off at the airport, I went back to the ranch to pack and wait for the next morning before making the thousand-mile drive to San Jose. It was a long drive, over seventeen hours in all, and the closest town to the half-way point was a wide place in the road called Rome, Oregon.
I pulled into a 1950s-era motel and stumbled out of the cab like a drunk on a staircase. My legs didn’t want to work, and I was hungry, having skipped lunch in favor of getting to my stopping place by dinner time. Feeling older than dirt, I asked the woman at the counter where I could get something to eat. Fortunately, the tiny restaurant attached to the nearby gas station was open. As I waited for my order of barbecue beef and coleslaw, I tried to text Cozy, only to discover that I was out of cell range.
The terrain I’d driven through was virtually deserted, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. It made me feel as if I’d dropped out of modern America and landed in an alternative universe where all the natives stared at me as if I were the alien. Ignoring the people passing by to get a better look at me, I dug into my meal with gusto, only to discover it was a far cry from the same items Mom had prepared for her barbecue on the fourth of July. How long ago that day seemed!
I knew I’d miss Cozy when I planned my itinerary. It didn’t seem right to leave before Mom and Tex did. There was a chance I’d never see him again, so I spent the last few days at the ranch trying to show him how much I’d always appreciated him. I hadn’t ever verbalized it, and it seemed too obvious to do so now, but I wanted him to know. He went along with my efforts as if I’d always brought him a fresh cup of coffee at breakfast, or baked his favorite chocolate-chip cookies in the blazing summer heat.
Now at the halfway point in my journey, I determined to stop looking back and instead look forward. I had the two canvasses in the back of the extended cab, carefully wrapped against the jostling they’d receive on the road. I had the rest of the photos, and I had the sketch. My task was set out for me.
I even had a schedule worked out. Most of the galleries didn’t open until noon, so I planned to paint in the mornings. I’d clean up and apply to the galleries for whatever positions they may have open in September in the afternoon, and in the evenings I’d search the internet for a gallery to take my series of paintings when they were done. I knew it would be a small one because I was unknown, and therefore, I needed to find one that specialized in Western art. It wasn’t a theme I’d ever studied before, so finding that one gallery that would give me a chance might take weeks. It was okay. It would take weeks to finish the series, too. And last of all, the pièce de résistance, the nude.
For that, I needed a canvas worthy of the subject. Six feet tall, almost life-sized, I’d paint Travis with all the passion he’d awakened in me. And if I was lucky, when I was done, he’d be out of my system and out of my heart. Because the brief fantasy we’d had together could never be. He wasn’t the man I’d built him up to be, and besides, there was the complication. The knowledge that always prickled the back of my neck when I thought about our trysts. He was my stepbrother. Off limits in the eyes of society.
That we’d shared not only sex, taboo as it was, but kinky sex, was a secret I’d take to my grave, except for Cozy’s knowledge. She would never tell, so it was something I’d lock away forever and try to be satisfied with whatever man I eventually landed for my own. I couldn’t imagine a future with a man like Travis in it. That would have been a fairy-tale come true.
As I went to bed that night in a lumpy old bed in a run-down motel in the middle of nowhere, I called up the memories. I’d give myself until I finished the nude painting to relive them, wallow in them, and dream about them.  And then I’d banish them forever.
Just before I went to sleep, a pang of loss made me shiver. How would I cope with Tex’s death and getting over Travis, without Cozy to run to when I needed a shoulder to cry on? She wouldn’t be there when I got to San Jose. I didn’t even know where she was going. I didn’t know when I’d ever felt so alone.

 

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About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

Why not take a chance? All of my stories are perfect for a lunch-break escape, and priced less than a cup of coffee. In fact, if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, they won’t cost you another dime, so take as many as you want! They’re calorie-free, too!

If you’d like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website at www.jessajacobs.com. I’m also available on Facebook and Twitter.

 

Brazen (Irrationally His #3) by Jessa Jacobs

Today marks the release of Brazen book 3 in the hot Stepbrother Romance series Irrationally His by Jessa Jacobs! Check it out!

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Blurb

I was caught between the irresistible force of my attraction to Travis and the immovable object of the taboo nature, not only of the relationship itself, but also of the sex play. I’d never done some of those things in my life, and I couldn’t wait to do more.

 

Then there was my best friend, Cozy. Her reaction to my revelations about sex with Travis wasn’t expected. And soon she’d be here, at the ranch. I dreaded the scene when they confronted each other.

 

To make matters worse, something wasn’t right with my stepdad. Travis seemed worried, but neither of us could put our finger on what it was about this whole week long anniversary party that made us uneasy.

 

All I could do was hang on for the ride.

 

Brazen is Part Three of the serial romance Irrationally His.

 

 

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Review

This series is definitely getting hotter! As the week of celebration continues, Chelsea and Travis have been running around in secret to get some alone time. With Chelsea’s hidden desires out in the open, it’s made for some ….interesting rides out into the ranch 😉 Things were going well until Travis found out about Cozy’s knowledge of the two them. With her arrival only days from now, their first meeting could change everything. What’s more Travis’ Dad has been hiding something since they arrived, in fact the whole week of celebrating seems a bit weird for only a 10 year anniversary.

As the final party draws closer Travis and Chelsea must work through their differences to prepare for Cozy’s arrival and to uncover what’s really going on with their parents.

I have really enjoyed reading this series so far, and I love the way Chelsea and Travis’ relationship is building. And what a cliffhanger!! Seriously can’t wait to read the next instalment!

Read it for yourself here…

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Excerpt

 

Chelsea

 

On the morning after my eventful day, Wednesday, I woke to the sound of excited children outside. Glancing at my bedside clock, I saw I’d missed breakfast. I moaned and rolled over to get out of bed. Every muscle ached, and when I shuffled to the bathroom to pee, my appearance in the mirror shocked me.

My hair was a mass of dark tangles, there were bags under my eyes and I looked like I’d been on a three-day bender. Either that, or the Western expression, like I’d been rode hard and put away wet. Which of course was exactly what had happened.

“Mmmmm,” I said aloud. “Totally worth it.”

I couldn’t face Mom, or anyone else for that matter, looking the way I did, so I took a shower and made myself presentable. I couldn’t remember what was on the agenda today, but I thought it was more card-playing, and maybe taking the kids to the pool again. If so, I was going to duck out and go somewhere to sketch. There’d be plenty of time to paint after we had the place to ourselves again, but at least I could get some scenes planned.

Besides, I needed some time to myself to think. This thing with Travis, never a good idea in the first place, had gotten out of hand. His charisma and my appreciation for his beautiful body pulled me toward him, when everything I knew of him should have warned me away. The sex kept me going back for more. In the light of day, what I’d said to Cozy about making him fuck me rough, outside and in daylight, seemed crazy. So why did I feel moisture gathering between my legs at the very thought?

I had to get my mind off that subject while I went to the kitchen to cadge something to eat. Otherwise, I’d walk in blushing and leave after spilling my guts to Mom, who wouldn’t stop prying until she knew what was causing the blush. That would be a disaster of epic proportions. Not only would it ruin her party, it could destroy her marriage.

The fact that I had to make an effort not to think about Travis should have warned me I was already on dangerous ground. To help me get my expression and color under control, I thought about Cozy and her upcoming visit. She’d be here in just two days! I could hardly wait to see her, even though I’d only been here at the ranch for about a week. Of course, her being here would put a damper on extracurricular activities with Travis…stop it. Don’t think about him.

I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders and marched down the stairs to the kitchen. Whether or not I could keep my mind off Travis and last night’s amazing sex, I needed food, coffee and a visit with Mom. I’d had hardly any girl-time with her so far except for our trip to Missoula. But when I got to the kitchen, she wasn’t there. I made some toast, got a cup of coffee from the carafe on the counter and sat down to try to remember any errands she’d asked me to do or accompany her on this morning.

When I came up with a blank, I shrugged and went to get my sketch book. It looked like a good day to get out away from the house and other people, where I could be alone with my thoughts. I went out the back door, not yet decided whether to take a horse and really get away, or just walk a mile or so into the trees at the edge of the big meadow. I wandered to the stable to see which horses were there, and found Travis saddling Thunder.

“Oh, hi. I didn’t think you’d be around. No chores today?”

He turned around and looked me over. “So that’s the way we’re playing it? Business as usual?”

I tilted my head while I sorted out what he meant. Surprised, I concluded he was talking about last night’s sex, and sure, how else would we play it? I raised one eyebrow. “Unless you have a better idea, yes.”

He shook his head. “Okay. Whatever you say. Were you going to saddle up?”

I looked around at the few horses still in the stable. “Thinking about it. Where is everyone?”

“They went for a ride. Your mom, my dad and most of the guests. We’ve got the place to ourselves, if…”

“When will they be back?”

He shrugged. “They’ve been gone almost three hours. Any time now, I’d expect.”

I supposed it was obvious I was stalling for time to answer. The thought that someone could come home and possibly discover us dampened my enthusiasm for the hint he’d put out there. He turned back to Thunder and began adjusting straps.

“Travis,” I began. “Where are the hands? Why aren’t you with them? Aren’t they short-handed, now that…”

He turned back to me, a frown marring his handsome face. “Yeah, more than you know. One of the other guys left, too. It’s just Hank and Miguel now. They went to town to try to recruit some new hands. Bad time of year for it. Most that are any good have already signed on somewhere.”

I covered my mouth with my hand. Shaking my head, I took it away. “This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

In two steps he was at my side. He took my upper arm in one big hand and shook it gently. “It is not your fault. You didn’t ask the asshole to put his hands on you. That wasn’t okay.”

No, it wasn’t. But Travis putting his hand on me now was very okay. In fact, I wouldn’t have objected if he’d taken my other arm and pulled me into a kiss. But he didn’t. He dropped my arm almost as quickly as he’d grabbed it.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing his lips together. “Look, if you want to go with me, I’m going to ride out and make sure that little herd in the meadow is still together and see if I can round up any stragglers from the woods. What were your plans?”

With his question, he’d moved us right past the moment of awkwardness and I didn’t have the chance to answer his peculiar apology. I didn’t know what he was sorry for., but I was sorry for a missed opportunity. “I was just going to sketch, but if you’re going out to work, maybe I’ll sketch you. Would that be okay?”

His serious mood dissipated, and he grinned. “Well, I will have to keep my clothes on today. Seeing me naked might spook the cattle.”

I rolled my eyes. This Travis I understood. I was even beginning to like the wise-cracking, easy confidence he showed, almost to the degree of cockiness. Sparring verbally with him was beginning to be second nature, and if we could keep that up I wouldn’t have to think about the secret side of our relationship. The dangerous side. The side that even now crept into my consciousness and caused my nipples to tighten inside my bra.

“Oh, all right. If you must. It won’t be authentic, you know, if you’re dressed. Didn’t all old-West cowboys do their work with no shirt on, at least?”

“You wish.” He laughed, but the tease came closer to the truth than he needed to know.

“You wish I wished,” I retorted.

He turned impossibly blue eyes on me. “Yeah, I do.”

 

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About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

 

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

 

Why not take a chance? All of my stories are perfect for a lunch-break escape, and priced less than a cup of coffee. In fact, if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, they won’t cost you another dime, so take as many as you want! They’re calorie-free, too!

 

If you’d like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website at www.jessajacobs.com. I’m also available on Facebook and Twitter.

 

 

Bewildered (Irrationally His #2) by Jessa Jacobs

Stepbrother romance serial, Irrationally His, continues today with book two Bewildered by Jessa Jacobs. This is one hot cowboy you don’t want to miss out on!

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SYNOPSIS

 

What had gotten into me? As a student, I’d sketched nudes before. Not once had I been tempted to have sex with any of them. Not even the really hot ones. It was as plain as the sexy tattoo on Travis’s shoulder that I was out of control and getting worse by the minute.

I wasn’t sure what this was, but I couldn’t seem to stop, and Travis didn’t make it any easier with his constant temptations. I couldn’t help but feel it wouldn’t end well, and yet, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I knew how that usually turned out.

We were playing a dangerous game, one where I knew I could be hurt. But was it fair that innocent bystanders could also get hurt?

Bewildered is Part Two of the serial romance, Irrationally His. It is approximately 66 pages according to Amazon’s estimate, or about 20,000 words. It is not a standalone as it contains a cliffhanger.

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Review

After her photo session with Travis, Chelsea is feeling a little hot under the collar. Now knowing more than ever she doesn’t want her relationship with Travis to end, she’s excited to begin her art sessions with him. But he’s her stepbrother and if their parents ever found out it would not only ruin their parents’ anniversary but also their family.

As the festivities continue both Chelsea and Travis must navigate their new found relationship whilst hiding it from everyone else as well as dealing with Chelsea’s past and jealous ranch hands. What could possibly go wrong?

Wow! Ms Jacobs has really stepped it up in book 2. Chelsea & Travis are really feeling the heat and I can’t wait to read what happens with them next! Their story took a turn I wasn’t expecting but I’m excited to see where it leads next – bring on book 3.

Read it for yourself here…

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Excerpt

Photographing my stepbrother in action on his horse that afternoon had given me quite a few images I thought would be marketable, and the nude sketch was incredible, if I said so myself. Of course, I was ignoring the elephant in the room.

What had gotten into me? As a student, I’d sketched nudes before. Not once had I been tempted to give any of them a blow job. Not even the really hot ones. It was as plain as the sexy tattoo on Travis’s shoulder that I was out of control and getting worse by the minute.

How had I gone in less than a week from being enraged that he’d seen me topless to the state I found myself in tonight? Despite the incredible sex here in my room the other night, despite the shattering orgasm he’d given me with his tongue this afternoon, I was too keyed up to sleep. All I wanted was for him to knock on my door again tonight.

He probably wouldn’t. I’d thrown myself at him this afternoon, and though he cooperated—hell, he’d joined in with gusto—I already knew he was just playing with me for a good time.

After our parents’ wedding anniversary, he’d leave the ranch and that would be that. And I’d agreed to it. After all, what could come of falling for him? We’d never get away with pursuing a relationship in the open. That would just be too weird.

Too restless to sleep, I checked the time. It was late, but my bestie was in a later time zone. Maybe she’d still be up. I took the chance.

“It’s about time you called me, bitch,” she said, instead of ‘hello’.

“I know. What’s it been, twelve hours? You must have thought I’d died or something,” I answered in kind.

“I did. I totally thought you’d died. Seriously, I’ve been pacing the floor all day wondering how the posing project went. Was he willing?” Cozy’s tone was eager. Was she getting off on this? The bitch!

Was he willing, hmmm. How should I answer that? I’d barely suggested he pose nude when he was out of his clothes like a flash, all that yummy man-flesh on display…

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? That’s all you have to say? Spill it, slut, or I’ll…”

“Okay, yes! He was more than willing. Oh, my God, Cozy, he’s… Well, just wait ‘til you see the paintings.”

“Fuck the paintings, send me the photos.” She laughed, and I couldn’t blame her. I’d already described his chiseled chest and abs, and in fact had revealed he was endowed with a well above-average package.

“I can send you the best photos, but he wouldn’t let me take any of him nude. All I have is a sketch.”

“NUDE! DAMN, girl!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear just in time to keep from having my eardrum burst from her exclamation. When I could hear she’d settled down, I put it back.

“I told you I was going to ask him.”

“I didn’t believe you. You slut! What did he say? How did it happen?” Cozy was always one to want the juicy details, and I had plenty to give her.

“Well, I’d had him take his shirt off for the second round of action photos, on the horse. When we were done, he stretched out on the blanket and…”

“And what? Don’t tease me, girl.”

“Hold your horses. Jeez. Wait, I need to go back…”

I reminded her he’d said it in jest when I first brought up the subject, asking me if I wanted him to pose in the nude. Then I told her about the conversation we’d had about how much the paintings might bring.

“Honestly, Cozy, it was weird. Like the money wouldn’t mean anything to him. But I did downplay it a bit. He asked how much a nude of him might bring. I told him a couple of thousand.”

“What kind of cut were you offering him?” she asked, ever the finance guru.

“We’d talked about ten percent of the other ones. He’d probably want fifteen or twenty for the nudes. Even though the risk of our parents ever seeing them would be small. But honestly? I think they could go for five-k. You should see it.”

“It meaning his cock?”

“It meaning the sketch, skank. Jeez, Cozy, when did you turn into such a perv?”

“I’ve always been a perv, and so have you. The difference is, I admit it.”

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About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

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Bothered (Irrationally His #1) by Jessa Jacobs

 Another awesome serial by Jessa Jacobs starts today – this time a stepbrother romance! Bothered is the first book in the Irrationally His serial and promises to be one hot ride!

Blurb

 

“You do know you’re trespassing, right?”

“I’m not trespassing.”

He quirked one eyebrow, the challenge clear. Then he looked pointedly at my chest again.

I crossed my arms. “My mother is married to the owner of this ranch.”

His eyes widened. “Is she? How nice for you.”

With a cocky grin, he tossed my shirt to me, but didn’t look away. “I’m crushed you don’t remember me, Sis.”

It was one of the most humiliating moments of my life. It was supposed to be private here, but I’d been caught sunbathing nude.

The hot cowboy got a much better look at me than I got at him, but it didn’t matter anyway. He was off-limits. I’d just met my stepbrother after ten years of avoiding the hateful brat. During which, I guess we both grew up.

Review

After a stunning debut serial from Jessa I was really looking forward to this new serial – especially as it’s got hot cowboys in it!

After Chelsea’s Mum re-married and moved to a ranch with her new husband and step-son, Chelsea stayed with her Dad and her friends in the city. 10 years later she’s visiting the ranch for their wedding anniversary, expecting ranch hands and rodeos but not her gorgeous stepbrother.

Thinking she was alone at the ranch she takes a risk and decides to sunbathe with her top off – she didn’t count on falling asleep though! When she’s caught by a handsome cowboy she was mortified but nothing could be worse after she finds out he’s her step-brother. Now faced with a summer spent with her sexy as hell stepbrother, whose not only completely off limits but has also seen her practically naked, her summer just became a whole lot more complicated. Will she be able to stay away?

This is a fantastic start to the series – Travis promises to be one HOT cowboy! A really captivating story, smoking hot scenes and great character chemistry – a new serial not to be missed!

 

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Excerpt

 

Chelsea

“You do know you’re trespassing, right?”

The voice startled me from a sound sleep and my eyes flew open to reveal what I at first thought was a vision straight out of my book. From my position, lying on my back, he looked too tall to be real, and the tight-fitting jeans, plaid Western shirt, and Stetson hat did nothing to dispel that thought. The expression on his face puzzled me at first. A wide grin revealed perfect teeth and belied the words he’d spoken.

I started to answer when I noticed his eyes flick from my face to my—oh, my God! My chest. My bare boobs. What the hell? I crossed my arms over myself and sat up in one motion. Looking around wildly for my shirt, I heard him speak.

“Looking for this?”

I hadn’t answered his accusation of trespassing, but I had plenty to say about him holding my shirt out of my reach. I wanted to cover way too much quivering flesh A-S-A-P. Thank God my lower half wasn’t naked. That would have been too much. Literally.

“Give me that, you bastard!” As I spoke, I lifted my face to glare at him. With a cocky grin, he tossed my shirt to me, but didn’t look away. “You could at least turn your back while I put this on.”

When he didn’t, I snarled, “You’re no gentleman.”

“Didn’t say I was,” was his laconic reply.

When he still didn’t turn away, I had no choice but to let one arm move to retrieve the shirt, and then to expose my boobs to his gaze again as I lifted my arms to pull the shirt over my head. Although I was covered, it wasn’t much better as the shirt was a bit too small, and in my haste to cover myself, I’d skipped the bra. A quick glance downward made me groan. In the now-chilly air under the shade of a tree, my traitorous nipples were in full evidence under the thin shirt. As was my belly. I sucked it in.

I was at a severe disadvantage in my sitting position on the ground, so I stood to look him in the eye. It wasn’t usually a problem for me to look a man in the eye, at my five-eleven height. Nevertheless, I had to look up several inches to meet his. “I’m not trespassing.”

He quirked one eyebrow, the challenge clear. Then he looked pointedly at my chest again.

I crossed my arms. “My mother is married to the owner of this ranch.”

His eyes widened. “Is she? How nice for you.”

“How long were you standing there getting an eyeful before you woke me?” I asked. I was about two seconds from punching this asshole in his pretty face.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he answered with a slow

drawl. “Ten minutes? Fifteen?”

“You bastard!” I exclaimed again. “I assume you work for my step-dad. I’m going to have you fired.” “You assume wrong, Chelsea,” he said.


 

About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

Why not take a chance? All of my stories are perfect for a lunch-break escape, and priced less than a cup of coffee. In fact, if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, they won’t cost you another dime, so take as many as you want! They’re calorie-free, too!

If you’d like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website at www.jessajacobs.com. I’m also available on Facebook and Twitter.

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Final Table (Full Tilt Billionaire #5) by Jessa Jacobs

The last instalment of the Full Tilt Billionaire series, Final Table by Jessa Jacobs is out today! A great ending to this series – can’t wait for more from Jessa!

 

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 Synopsis

I was on my own.

My friend, my coach, my lover – Marc – was lost to me. And worse, if I wanted to keep playing toward the World Championship, I would face him across a poker table sooner or later.

Could I win against him at our game, when I’d lost the only thing I wanted from him?

What will be the final outcome?

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Review

As the last book in the series Final Table picks up where book 4 ended with Tara desperately trying to get things back on track with Marc. When he turns her away yet again she decides enough is enough and enters the big tournament alone.

Marc has been dealing with his own demons. His family pressuring him to choose a suitable girl to marry he has no choice but to turn up to the tournaments with his new woman on his arm – right in front of Tara. Now entering the same tournament they will undoubtedly have to face each other eventually but the later they have to do that the better. But when Marc’s brother’s dealings put them in danger yet again Marc must decide whether to continue the life his family have chosen for him or give it up for Tara instead – will they both be able to escape unscathed?

So sad to see this series come to an end! Loved Tara and Marc’s story and this last instalment really packs a punch, a great way to finish the series! Can’t wait to read more from Ms Jacobs!

Read it for yourself here ….

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Author Bio

 

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

Why not take a chance? All of my stories are perfect for a lunch-break escape, and priced less than a cup of coffee. In fact, if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, they won’t cost you another dime, so take as many as you want! They’re calorie-free, too!

If you’d like to know more about me, my books, or special offers for free reading, please check my website at www.jessajacobs.com. I’m also available on Facebook and Twitter.

Connect With Jessa

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GOODREADS

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Surrender The Bet (Full Tilt Billionaire #4) by Jessa Jacobs

release day blank 4.jpgBook Four is here! Surrender The Bet is finally out today, part of the Full Tilt Billionaire serial this isn’t one to be missed!

 

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Blurb

 

Better the Devil you know than the Devil you don’t.

 

I didn’t know Marc anymore. Where was the charming man who won my heart? The on again off again nature of our personal relationship wore me out, but his slightest touch brought me back into his arms, helpless to withstand his power over my desires.

Now he has banished me.

 

Must I really give him up forever?

 

***Surrender the Bet is part 4 of Full Tilt Billionaire, a Billionaire Erotic Romance novella presented in serial format. It is not a standalone. Expect a cliffhanger!***

 

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Review

Now Tara knows the truth about Marc’s past she doesn’t know quite what to do. Her relationship with Marc is tense as he’s now unsure what his brother’s return will mean. Wanting to get their happiness back she tries to follow his guidance to a T and ease his worries. But when things take a turn for the worse, Marc pushes her away to keep her safe.

Reminded of how alone she really is and with Marc pushing her out the door Tara takes off on her own, turning her phone off and forgetting everything else. But when Marc tries to reach out and get her back, will she return?

Loved this latest instalment and can’t wait to see how it’s going to end! Things with Tara and Marc are really starting to hot up, will they be able to get through the final tournament?

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Excerpt

Tara:

 

I was sitting at the dressing table, sending Buffy a long text about everything we’d seen and done, when I felt Marc behind me. His hands fell on my shoulders with a light touch.

“Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?” he said, a tender note in his voice I hadn’t heard in far too long. I looked up at him in the mirror and sucked in my breath. He was shirtless, a state I hadn’t seen him in for over a month, and the sight of that familiar broad chest and the chiseled abs beneath it sent a bolt of lightning straight to my core.

I swallowed. Was he offering a bridge over the gap between us? Because, if he was, I was ready to skip across it with abandon. I’d had my coach back for weeks, and even my friend showed up now and then. But I missed my lover desperately. Never considering what kind of pathetic loser would be so eager to take him back after what he’d said to me that night of the cash game in Vegas, I nodded.

He removed one hand from my shoulder and extended it around me, where I could take it to pull myself out of the chair. When I did, he used it to pull me toward him, and gently brushed my lips with his. Every resentment I’d held onto, every slight I’d noted, every day of pain since our rift fell away, forgotten, as I drifted into his arms. He caught me around the waist and leaned in, bowing me over his strong arm as he parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me until I moaned with the need for more. And then, he led me to the bed and helped me lie down, after stripping me of the nightclothes I’d so carefully chosen to hide myself from him.

Naked, needy and without judgment, I took in the dark eyes that devoured my body with their heat and reached for him. Always before, our coupling had been passionate, hungry, even desperate. Before our fight, we hadn’t been able to get enough of the payoff, that soaring feeling after a world-shaking orgasm, and we’d always gone straight for it. I wouldn’t have called it lovemaking. It was sex—raw, primal, rough around the edges even. And it was more than enough, I thought.

Tonight, it was different. With the most exquisite torture of anticipation, I hummed like the string of a violin as he kissed my hot skin, from my neck to my toes. He paid special homage to my most sensitive places, running his tongue around the outside of my nipples until they extended, begging, and heat pooled between my legs like lava. A matching swirl around my navel and before the quick contraction of my belly in response had ended, diving for the pearl that was, for the moment, the center of my universe.

By then I was begging aloud, a chant I couldn’t quiet. “Fuck me, Marc, fuck me, fuck me.” When his tongue found the hidden treasure, I shrieked. “Oh, God, Marc, your cock! I want your cock!” And still he withheld that final joining, as he relentlessly tongued my clit until I dissolved into nothing but wave after wave of pulsating climax. Only then did he lift my knees, positioning my lower legs over his shoulder, and enter me with a thrust that rolled my eyes back into my head.

The tenderness undid me. Marc was pumping slowly, and when I forced my eyes open to look at him, I found his regarding me with an intensity I’d never seen from him. Wordlessly, we gazed into each other’s eyes and he thrust again, making mine flutter. I dragged them open again to find him smiling, a smile that said he knew I’d never willingly give this up. I was in his power, for better or worse, whether he cared for me or not.

A tear slid down my face.

“Why are you crying?,” he whispered.

“Because this feels so good,” I murmured. “Don’t let it ever end.”

 

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About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

 

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

 

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Hard Hand (Full Tilt Billionaire #3) by Jessa Jacobs

Hard Hand part three in the Full Tilt Billionaire series by Jessa Jacobs is out today!! What has Marc got up his sleeve this time…

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Hard Hand

#3 Full Tilt Billionaire Series by Jessa Jacobs

 

Blurb

I had made a deal with the Devil.

 

This particular devil was Billionaire Marc Andretti, former pro poker champion, my dream lover, and as I discovered the hard way, someone who took orders from the Mob.

 

I’d had enough of his secrets and lies.

 

So why couldn’t I get enough of HIM?

 

***Hard Hand is Part Three of Full Tilt Billionaire, a Billionaire Erotic Romance novella presented in serial format. It is not a standalone. Expect a cliffhanger!***

 

 

Read It For Yourself Here…

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Teaser Excerpt

Tara:

Wasn’t it obvious what I wanted? How could I say the words? He was the first to waken this wanton desire in me. I didn’t know the words, and if I had, it would have been so hard to say them aloud.

 

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Review

This is a story which just keeps on getting better! In this instalment Marc and Tara are working on being honest with one another. As they try to understand their changing relationship, the upcoming tournaments aren’t the only thing they need to worry about.

When the secret behind Marc’s past is revealed and his family catch up with him, will Tara be able to forgive him? And more importantly has Marc unwittingly put her in danger?

Jessa Jacobs has done it again – I want to know what happens next!!! What a great twist in the story AND things with Marc and Tara are really starting to heat up! Can’t wait for more!!

 

About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

 

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

 

 

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Upping His Ante by Jessa Jacobs

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It’s here! Part two in the Full Tilt Billionaire serial, Upping His Ante by Jessa Jacobs continues Marc and Tara’s story. Now the cards have been dealt, will Tara be able to follow through?

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Upping His Ante  

 

Blurb

It was a deal I couldn’t resist.

 

Billionaire Marc Andretti, former pro poker champion, picked me to mentor for the pro Texas Hold’em tour, and I was supposed to make enough money to pay off my student loans.

 

So why am I worried? Well, for one thing, I’m finding it hard to keep my hands off him.

 

Something’s got to give, and I hope it won’t be my self-control…

 

***Upping His Ante is Part Two of Full Tilt Billionaire, a Billionaire Erotic Romance novella presented in serial format. It is not a standalone. Expect a cliffhanger!***

 

 

Read it for yourself here….

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Excerpt

 

Marc:

 

I’d never denied myself a woman in my life.
And frankly, they’d never denied me either. I’m not bragging, I know what I look like. It’s just the way things are. But Tara was something special.

“And what are you going to do to pay off the next student loan, Tara? You screw me over now and I’ll get you banned in every casino in the country.”

Now one tear escaped, and she dashed it away with an angry hand. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”

We were back on familiar territory. Sooner or later they all called me that. Now we had it out of the way, I knew what to do with this conversation.

 

Review

After book one I was really looking forward to reading this second part! Marc has been tutoring Tara for the tournament but with their sizzling chemistry its becoming increasingly hard for them to keep it purely professional. With Tara’s amazing mathematical mind she’s breezing her way through her games and with the amount of money she’s managed to win, she realises not only does she have enough to pay off her student loans but also to go back to school.

 

When she tells Marc she wants to go back to school, he doesn’t take it well. He’s been keeping things from her and when he refuses to tell her the truth and instead makes matters worse, Tara does the one thing she can and runs. Will Marc be able to bring her back and stop with the half truths he’s been feeding her?

Marc and Tara are walking a dangerous line between sizzling chemistry and a professional relationship – even if Marc wins her back, how long will they be able to keep their hearts out of the equation?

So in love with these books! I really enjoy reading about both their relationship and about Tara’s fascinating mind. Can’t wait to see where Jessa takes it next – will these two be able to work it out? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see! Bring on book 3!!…now please?! 😉

 

 

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About Jessa Jacobs

Like you, I’m a reader. When I read a good story with characters I can connect with, my everyday existence fades into the background as I enter a world that may contain exotic locations, adventure and excitement. And, if I can be totally honest with you, in my favorite stories I can fall in love for a while with an impossibly gorgeous guy who is the best lover imaginable.

So, maybe it won’t come as a surprise that in my books you’ll find hot alpha male book-boyfriends, sassy heroines who are much more clever and beautiful than I am, and stories I hope will make you laugh and cry while reading them, as I did while writing them. Oh, and some scenes you may want to role-play with your lover.

Connect With Jessa

 

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