Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Release Day... Jessa Jacob's Surrender The Bet

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Surrender The Bet
Series: Full Tilt Billionaire
Author: Jessa Jacobs
Genre: Erotic, Romance
Release Date: May 27, 2015
Published by: Mad for Romance Publishing
Cover Designs by: Erin Dameron-Hill

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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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 the Author:
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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  2. I received this book by Jessa Jacobs to give my True and Honest Review.

    Jessa has really got the emotions going, how I really feel for Tara and thinking that Marc is going to choose her till he breaks her heart in the end, with the way he's acting thinking he's protecting her. INSTEAD of being this amazing gorgeous, stubborn and STRONG Man, he become's the 'Typical Mama's Boy' aaaahhhhh. He's breaking mine and Tara's of Course HEART

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