Coffee, spicy books, and a profound disrespect for tomorrow (aka reading until four in the morning). My three favorite things.
I write the kind of stories that keep you up way too late, while squealing, kicking your feet, and falling hopelessly in love with your new book boyfriend (or two... I don’t judge).
Grab that triple-shot brown sugar shaken espresso. Trust me, we’re both going to need it.
My debut novel, He Should Be Mine, hits shelves in August 2025.
Let’s spread those pages.
Love,
Jessica Jackman.
Books to ruin your sleep schedule and raise your standards.
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The only man I want is the one man I can’t have.
Molly is beautiful. Feisty. Sensual. Passionate.
A pretty boy who knows his trade.
He is also the very epitome of high-maintenance. Rude. Stroppy. Always aiming to unnerve people with his brazen words and attitude.
It makes me want to hold him tight and show him he doesn't need to put on an act. Not with me.
But he belongs to my boss. And when your boss is a mafia capo, that’s a line you do not cross.
My role is to guard Molly. Keep him safe. Stop him running away. Prevent anyone from knowing my boss has a boy.
I’m not supposed to crave him.
I’m just supposed to watch him. Day after day. Night after night.
Watch and never touch.
I'm his jailer.
He's my damnation.
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I thought my best friend was invincible. He was the popular one. The king of our school. The one everyone adored. The one everyone wanted to be. The one who was going to make it out of our struggling neighborhood.
Then one terrible night and everything changes. Too much to drink, a stormy night, and a tyre that should have been changed. Three things that collided and caused a young girl to lose her life.
My best friend went to prison. His parents disowned him. And nothing was ever the same.
He never replied to my letters. He never let me visit him.
I don’t care, he is still my bro. My homie. My ride or die.
I’ve made a name for myself while he’s been inside. I’m a feared and respected man. But it’s all meaningless without my best friend.
I’m waiting at the gates the day he is released. I thought he’d be hench. Tattooed. The alpha of the jail.
But I couldn’t be more wrong. He is too thin. His hair is too long. He can’t look anyone in the eye. He talks in the faintest of whispers and jumps at his own shadow.
And at night he clings to me because I smell of safety and home.
Now he is begging for me to do the unthinkable.
He says making him mine is the only thing that can stop his nightmares.
But will it be the beginning of mine?
I don’t care how cute he is, I’m going to kill him.
He tricked me. Drugged me and tied me to his goddamn bed.
I’m used to being respected. Feared. Obeyed.
Not…this.
I’ve always liked my best friend’s crazy little brother. I worry about him because being a femboy in a mafia family isn’t safe.
But he has gone too far. He can’t disrespect me like this.
He’s still cute, though.
And, oh lord, that mouth of his.
I swore I was I straight man. Now he’s making me rethink things. Which the little minx says was his plan all along.
This feral brat thinks we are destined to be together, and after a few nights in his bed, I’m beginning to see the appeal. Having him in my bed is not a terrible idea.
So when this is all over and I escape… do I kill him?
Or do I keep him?
Redemption. Forgiveness. Love
Three things I don’t deserve. Three things I crave. Three things I’ve set my sights on.
Dylan O’Shea will be mine.
He’s prey to my predator. He’s seen the darkest side of me. He’s the one.
I locked him in my basement and unleashed all my depravity. All of my inhumanity.
I didn’t believe his cries. Who would?
You’ve got the wrong man. I’m not Declan. I’m his twin brother.
The twin brother nobody knew about. Hidden away because he was soft. And gay.
Tortured by me for his brother daring to steal from the mob. When all along Dylan was innocent.
Now I need to grovel. I need to make amends.
I’ve broken him. Now I have to fix him.
The wrong man… is my right man.