Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Full Tilt Billionaire Series by Jessa Jacobs: Series Blitz w/ Excerpt & Giveaway

Sinful Deal (Full Tilt Billionaire #1)



"I was minding my own business, using my skill to win enough money at the blackjack tables to pay off my student debt, when I noticed someone else was minding my business, too.

He was hot, he looked ultra-rich, and he had no reason to notice me. So why was he stalking me from table to table? I thought I might be in trouble for winning too much.

I had no idea how much trouble it would turn out to be."

Sinful Deal is Part One of Full Tilt Billionare, a Billionaire Erotic Romance novella presented in serial format. It is not a standalone.

Expect a cliffhanger!

Upping His Ante (Full Tilt Billionaire #2)


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 Billionare, a Billionaire Erotic Romance novella presented in serial format. It is not a standalone.

Expect a cliffhanger!

Hard Hand (Full Tilt Billionaire #3)


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 the Full Tilt Billionaire serial. It is not a standalone. Expect a cliffhanger!

Surrender the Bet (Full Tilt Billionaire #4)


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?

Final Table (Full Tilt Billionaire #5)


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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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.

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!

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Excerpt from Final Table:



Her sharp tone arrested my fevered planning and made me look at her, really look, for the first time. Her expression was tragic, the corners of her mouth turned down and tears sparkling in her eyes. They’d changed color, as they always did when she was upset. No gold flecks, only the deepest blue-gray from the center to the outside of her irises. My heart skipped a beat and in two long strides I was with her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.

“Baby,” I choked. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I let this happen. I’ll make it right, I promise.”

Tara broke down. Her tears soaked through my thin undershirt immediately as her thin body shook in my arms. God, how much weight had she lost? I hadn’t noticed before, but she was rail-thin. What had I done to my gorgeous girl? I wrapped her closer in my arms and bent to kiss the top of her head. Just then, she lifted her head to look at me and I found her lips instead.

With a longing I didn’t know I had in me, I devoured her mouth with mine. She had to know, before I gave her up forever, how much she meant to me. Fuck, I didn’t even know myself, until too late. What had started as a business arrangement now had my heart tied up in it. And it must be my karma for treating all those other women as playthings, that I was about to lose her.

Tara’s hands crept around my waist and under my shirt, sliding their way upward until the shirt was bunched under my arms and I understood she wanted it off. I pulled away briefly to strip it off, before clutching her to me again. Her soft hands played along the muscles of my back, which rippled with pleasure as her nails scratched lightly. When I moaned, she dug the nails of both hands into my skin.


I was barely aware of having uttered her name, but she pulled away from me, eyes blazing, and turned her back to me. Momentarily confused, I got it when she swept her hair up with one hand and pointed to the zipper in the back of her dress with the other. From somewhere in a mind-fog, I observed my trembling hand take the tab and pull the zipper down, revealing her creamy skin from neck to well below her waist with nothing under the dress.

I drew my breath in, slowly, as my body responded to her intentions. Hope gave way to assurance as I pushed the straps of the dress away from her shoulders and gently turned her, allowing the dress to slip to the floor. Standing naked before me except for a wisp of an undergarment that barely covered her mound, Tara gave me a tremulous smile and I was undone. I reached to cup one perfect breast and then the other and then, God help me, fell to my knees to worship her.

“Marc, no, get up, please,” she whispered.

I grasped her waist with both hands and pulled myself upright, then swept her into my arms before depositing her on the bed and following her there on hands and knees. As I straddled her, I looked down to find her eyes shining up at me.

“Make love to me, Marc.”

She reached for my neck and pulled me down to her breasts. It had been so long—too long—since I’d had Tara. She made it plain that she wanted slow and tender lovemaking, and I tried, I really did. But her passion lit a response in me I could only call caveman, and the more she responded, the more I couldn’t hold back.

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