Cover Reveal for Rock Me Harder by Jenna Jacob

ROCK ME HARDER Licks Of Leather Book Two

Release Date - January 21 Pre-Order Available Amazon US | Amazon UK | B&N | iBooks | KOBO Paperback - Coming Soon

I dazzle the world when I play the guitar,               But I never let anyone dazzle my heart…                                Until I spent one night with her. Darren Ash is living the dream. As lead guitarist for iconic rock band Licks of Leather, he seemingly has it all. But secretly he’s struggling to forget the woman he shared a scorching encounter with over two years ago. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees her shattering in ecstasy, feels her soft body beneath him, and hears her screaming his name. Unable to purge his ache, he resolves to find and claim her. There’s just one problem… He doesn’t know her name. Tori Combs can never forget foolishly tumbling into bed with bad-boy rocker Darren Ash. Every day, she sees his face. Every night, she’s haunted by memories of his addictive kiss and masterful touch. Thankfully, he’ll never find her; she made sure of that. If he did, he would destroy the new life she’s created…with the son he knows nothing about. But Darren refuses to let her go. Soon, he’s at her door, demanding answers—and her heart. Though Tori tries to resist him, their undeniable passion explodes. But when he learns the shocking truth, can they recapture the chemistry they once shared. Or will her betrayal keep them apart forever?

Exclusive Excerpt from ROCK ME HARDER: “Now, that’s what I’m talking about, right there. Oh, yeah. That’s it, come to papa, you sexy things.” From the comfy beach lounger beside me, Syd Wilson slid his sunglasses to the end of his nose and locked a stare on the four bikini-clad beauties strolling on the sand. “You can have the two leggy brunettes. I want the blonde and the redhead.” After wrapping up another nine months on the road, we—the members of famed rock group Licks of Leather—were enjoying our customary end-of-concert-tour sabbatical and chilling beachside in Maui. Lead singer Burk Jennings bought the pretentious, semi-secluded mansion as a tax write-off a few years back. It had been our oasis to relax, regroup, and decompress while drinking in the sun, rum-laced cocktails, and visions of barely dressed beauties—like the ones heading our way—ever since.  “Well, slap my ass and call me Daddy,” Syd exclaimed, rubbing his hands together greedily. “Those brunettes are twins. I’ve changed my mind. I want them.” “Too late. You already called dibs on the blonde and redhead.” “But they’re twins, dude. Twins! That shit’s at the top of my bucket list.” “Stop whining. I’ll fill you in on all the dirty details after I put ’em in a coma,” I lied. I had no intention or desire to bed any of them, but I wasn’t about to let Syd know that. “You’d do that. You’d rub my nose in it just for spite, wouldn’t you? Prick,” Syd grumbled under his breath before flashing a wide smile to the four women now pausing at the sand by our feet. “Good evening, ladies.” “I told you it was them,” the blonde whispered breathlessly. There was a hungry gleam in the redhead’s eyes as she silently knelt on the slats between Syd’s ankles and started climbing him like a spider monkey. “Whoa.” He chuckled nervously. Though noticeably startled by her bold behavior, he couldn’t peel his eyes off the pillowy flesh spilling from her barely legal bikini top. “Sign them, Syd,” she purred, cupping her breasts and shoving them in his face. Grateful for not being the one she was trying to entice, I plastered on a fake smile and watched the seduction unfold. Being a rock star had plenty of perks, but the dark sides to fame and fortune were all too real. Like the chick now throwing herself at Syd. Most men would call me insane, or worse, for growing disenchanted with women who rubbed against me nearly every night. But it was getting old, fast.   Syd’s focus was still glued on the girl’s globes as he frantically smacked the pockets of his swim trunks. “Sorry, darlin’, I don’t have a pen to mark them with.” “You can always use this.” The woman brazenly wrapped her hand around his manhood and started stroking. I arched my brows as Syd choked out in surprise, “Whoa. Easy there, sweet thing. After all, we’re in public.” “I don’t care. I want you, Syd.” “She wants you, man,” I echoed dryly with an indifferent shrug. “Hate to break up the party, but dinner’s ready,” Ozzy called to us from the lanai. Thank God! “Damn the luck. Sorry, ladies, but we gotta go.” I stood and grabbed my towel. Syd worked to pry the now visibly unhappy redhead’s hand off his junk as he crawled out from under her. He flashed me a grimace, then hastily headed toward the manor as if the hounds of hell were nipping his heels.   “No problem. I’ll be back for you tomorrow, Syd,” the redhead called out. “And I’ll be inside…hiding,” he mumbled as we reached the lanai. “Why, man? A couple of minutes ago you couldn’t wait to get busy.” “That was before that ginger proved she was buckets full of crazy. She’s the type to rip my anaconda off and keep it as a souvenir to prove to her friends that she bagged a rock star. Aren’t there any women out there who just want me for me?”