New Release: Recoil by Jessa Jacobs

Author: Jessa Jacobs

Title: Recoil, Book Three

Release Date:  February 12, 2016

Publisher: Mad for Romance Publishing

Cover Designer: Shari Ryan, MadHat Covers

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Editor: Candice Royer

In this fast-paced conclusion to the Recoil serial trilogy, past and present collide as Julia and Colin desperately work to unravel the connections between the man who attacked Julia and the group that attacked her father. Will their allies put it together before someone else gets hurt? Can their fragile relationship withstand the turmoil? Who will be the next to lose their life?

Recoil, Book Three is the conclusion of a serialized trilogy. Books One and Two are already out and available exclusively on Amazon. Book Three is a longer episode that ties up loose ends, introduces a new budding romance, and provides a satisfying conclusion to the story.

It was about time for lunch when Greg appeared at my office door with a strained expression on his face.

“Come in, Greg. What is it?”

“Do you know where Colin is? He’s not at home.”

“No. Have you asked Tom? I didn’t see Colin this morning.”

Greg lifted his eyebrows, but asked no questions. Maybe my frown told him he shouldn’t. After our tiff at dinner last night, I’d slept in the guest room and left the penthouse this morning before he made an appearance. Sofia had to practically chase me down with a carton of Greek yogurt and beg me to at least eat that.

Greg paused, seeming to choose his words carefully before continuing. “Actually, I can’t find Tom either. That was going to be my next question.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re trying to find them for, and we’ll go from there.”

His worried look deepened. “I guess I’d better. You and the other ladies need to stay in this building until I can locate Tom and get transport arranged. Luke has made bail, and he’s threatening to finish the job he started.”

Until that moment, I’d never believed one could literally feel the blood drain from one’s face. But I did. “But… How could he have made bail? Wasn’t it something like five million dollars? And if he’s making threats, can’t they pick him up again?”

“Well…” he began.

I stood and put both hands on my hips. “Well, what?”

“He’s not exactly making them in public,” Greg said. He had the grace to look guilty. “He was released a short while ago after an unknown party posted the bail, and yes, it was pretty large. We’ve been monitoring his phones in case this happened.”

“Are you telling me you have an illegal wire tap?” I stopped abruptly on a rising note, and then calmed myself. “No! Don’t say another word. Do not confirm or deny. Let’s go back to Colin and Tom. Why don’t you know where they are?”

Greg shrugged. “I’m not sure. I mean, it isn’t unusual for Tom to keep irregular hours at the office. He has all kinds of shit to deal with. Sorry.” Although his words were casual, he still bore the anxious expression he’d worn at the beginning.

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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.

When I’m not writing (which is almost never) I enjoy reading, hiking in the foothills near Denver, live blues music, karaoke and now and then indulging in her karaoke habit.

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.

New Release: Irrationally His Collection by Jessa Jacobs

Author: Jessa Jacobs

Title: Irrationally His, The Collection

Release Date:  January 12, 2016

Publisher: Mad for Romance Publishing

Cover Designer: EDH Graphics

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Editor: Candice Royer

The five titles in the Irrationally His series are brought together in one seamless read in Irrationally His, The Collection.

Chelsea couldn’t stand Travis ten years ago when her mother married his dad and moved to his ranch in Montana. The feeling was mutual. He stayed – she went to live with her dad. On the occasion of a week-long ten-year anniversary party, they meet as virtual strangers, and sparks still fly. The trouble is, where sparks fly, fire soon follows. Even though he’s too cocky, too arrogant, too flippant and a bum, she can’t keep her mind and soon her hands off of him. And even though she’s illogical, unfathomable and completely annoying, she’s all woman and irresistible to him.

Nothing but trouble can come from them acting on their desires. The question is, just how much trouble are they willing to tolerate for the sake of exploring how far their passion will take them?

What people are saying about the series...

Travis and Chelsea, described by one reviewer at the beginning as “an uncommitted, somewhat self centered man, and a directionless and slightly flakey woman” meet as virtual strangers on his father’s ranch, where his father and her mother are about to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary in opulent style. Undeniable chemistry versus misunderstandings, separation, and tragedy inevitably change and mature them. The question is whether they’re right for each other in the greater scheme of things. Only time and distance will tell.”

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 fabric. 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, 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.

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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 www.jessajacobs.com.

New Release: Recoil by Jessa Jacobs

Author: Jessa Jacobs

Title: Recoil, Book One

Release Date:  January 19, 2016

Publisher: Mad for Romance Publishing

Cover Designer: Shari Ryan, MadHat Covers

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Editor: Candice Royer

Reluctant step-siblings Julia and Colin meet for the first time at an engagement party for their parents, and dislike each other on sight despite their undeniable physical chemistry. They soon find they have a common interest, though – stopping the inappropriate and hasty marriage of her mother to his father.

When they discover that the recent death of her father might have had something to do with his father’s business, the common interest turns them into allies. But what will they do about their own sizzling chemistry?

Recoil, Book One is the first novella in a serialized trilogy. Books Two and Three will be released quickly, but I couldn’t wait any longer to bring you the first part of the story.

She probably got him to propose by twining him around her elegant, slender finger and then refusing his advances without a ring on it. Nothing I said had swayed him. He was hell-bent on marrying her, and not only that, but marrying her in indecent haste. In a few moments, I'd be expected to join him, his fiancée, and her daughter at the head table as Dad made his announcement of their engagement. 

As the moment approached, I spent more time trying to read the daughter's body language from across the room. She seemed to have a chip on her shoulder about something. Her pose was all fire compared to her mother's ice, though. When Dad said something to her, she retorted with enough heat to make him flinch back. What was her problem? She'd probably end up with a windfall of a couple of billion dollars when her mom wore my poor dad down, and he died begging for a quickie. 

The daughter wasn't my type, but I could imagine she'd be a spitfire in bed. I'd soon have her tamed, though, by wrapping my fingers in that long hair and riding her like...

Well, that line of thought had to stop. In moments, I'd be forced to walk across the room with everyone's eyes on me. Doing that while sporting a massive erection was not my idea of fun.

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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.

When I’m not writing (which is almost never) I enjoy reading, hiking in the foothills near Denver, live blues music, karaoke and now and then indulging in her karaoke habit.

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.

New Release: Irrationally His Collection by Jessa Jacobs

Author: Jessa Jacobs

Title: Irrationally His, The Collection

Release Date:  January 12, 2016

Publisher: Mad for Romance Publishing

Cover Designer: EDH Graphics

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Editor: Candice Royer

The five titles in the Irrationally His series are brought together in one seamless read in Irrationally His, The Collection.

Chelsea couldn’t stand Travis ten years ago when her mother married his dad and moved to his ranch in Montana. The feeling was mutual. He stayed – she went to live with her dad. On the occasion of a week-long ten-year anniversary party, they meet as virtual strangers, and sparks still fly. The trouble is, where sparks fly, fire soon follows. Even though he’s too cocky, too arrogant, too flippant and a bum, she can’t keep her mind and soon her hands off of him. And even though she’s illogical, unfathomable and completely annoying, she’s all woman and irresistible to him.

Nothing but trouble can come from them acting on their desires. The question is, just how much trouble are they willing to tolerate for the sake of exploring how far their passion will take them?

What people are saying about the series...

Travis and Chelsea, described by one reviewer at the beginning as “an uncommitted, somewhat self centered man, and a directionless and slightly flakey woman” meet as virtual strangers on his father’s ranch, where his father and her mother are about to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary in opulent style. Undeniable chemistry versus misunderstandings, separation, and tragedy inevitably change and mature them. The question is whether they’re right for each other in the greater scheme of things. Only time and distance will tell.”

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 fabric. 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, 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.

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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 www.jessajacobs.com.