My Thoughts
I fell absolutely head over heart for Jasper. He is my favorite of all of Tessa's men and that is a hard decision to make as she writes incredible men. Jasper is just delicious. Damn the man gives good sweet with such a big heart and holy hell does he have a way with the naughty talk as well. I LOVED him. Rita was just as wonderful. She is a little lost as she jumps in the car with her brothers and sister to fulfill her mother's last wish. Not knowing who she really is. Then Jasper comes into her life riding up on his bike to save the day. They are scorching hot together and I loved him wooing her so damn hard. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Too Hot To Handle 5 hearts!
I give Too Hot To Handle 5 hearts!
About the Book
When rescue looks like a whole lot of trouble . . .
The road trip was definitely a bad idea. Having already flambéed her culinary career beyond recognition, Rita Clarkson is now stranded in God-Knows-Where, New Mexico, with a busted-ass car and her three temperamental siblings, who she hasn't seen in years. When rescue shows up---six-feet-plus of hot, charming sex on a motorcycle---Rita's pretty certain she's gone from the frying pan right into the fire . . .
Jasper Ellis has a bad boy reputation in this town, and he loathes it. The moment he sees Rita, though, Jasper knows he's about to be sorely tempted. There's something real between them. Something raw. And Jasper has only a few days to show Rita that he isn't just for tonight---he's forever.
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Excerpt
“Believe this, Rita. I think you’re gorgeous as sin and I
need your mouth on mine.”
Rita nodded, meshing their wet lips together in the process.
“I want to believe that. You might have to help me.”
“Thank Christ.”
Their mouths slanted and somehow—somehow—that feast of lips
and tongue and teeth was even more potent than the night before. His knee
rammed into the bike—almost as if his leg had tried to buckle—shooting pain up
his right thigh, but it vanished under the pleasure. Vanished into vapor. The
stroking, hot, abandon of Rita. They were both breathing through their noses so
as not to break the voracious mouth-fucking they were engaging in, and that
shouldn’t have been so all-out sexy. But it sure as shit was. They were
attacking each other with seeking tongues and open lips, playing chicken to see
who would give in first.
When her hands slipped under his shirt and pulled down on
his belt buckle, putting pressure on Jasper’s cock, he cursed into her mouth,
securing his fist in her hair like a goddamn barbarian. And she liked it, too.
Why else would she be tugging on his belt, encouraging him to rock into the
notch of her pussy? Too far. This was going too far. Any farther and they’d end
up somewhere naked.
She’d leave the encounter with no doubt of his experience,
because, hell, Jasper knew every button to press, when to change rhythm, when
to be forceful or pull back. Knew it all. But Rita wouldn’t look at him the
same way afterward. She’d see the local tramp, like everyone else.
She’d leave. And he’d have failed in his one attempt to be
more to someone.
Jasper tore his mouth free, releasing a gruff exhale into
her neck. “You have me ready to bust in my jeans, beautiful. I was smoother
than this in high school.”
“That’s a scary thought,” she breathed out in a rush, her
fists still curling in his shirt. “Was that the other half of your apology for
last night? B-because I have to say, it was pretty effective.”
“At the risk of sounding arrogant, Rita, I haven’t even
moved my hips yet. You’ve barely gotten a preview of how thoroughly I
can…apologize.”
“Don’t leave me in suspense,” she whispered, those
golden-brown eyes going as big as salad plates.
Don’t do it. You’ll have a hard-on for a decade. “If you
agree to go out with me tonight, I’ll rub that wet, aching seam of yours with
my own ache.”
About the Author
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.
Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
Thank you so much! ~Jessica, InkSlinger PR
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