Sunday 18 December 2016

♫ Jaded Hearts (Loaded Replay #1) ♫ Harper Sloan ♫

Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wantedour better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world. It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life.

Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality.

Dreams were just that
something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away.

that feeling is a joke.

In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.

*Jaded Hearts is the first book in the Loaded Replay series.*

ARC received for an honest review

I am a sucked for a rock star book.  I mean, helloooooo, rock stars.

What I loved about Jaded Hearts is that the rock star we are focusing on is not the tattooed guy with an 8 pack and  the voice that makes knicker drop, it is the feisty woman with the raspy voice that drives men insane.

Both singer Wrenlee (Wren) and security guy Chance have both been SOL with relationships, and the last thing either of them is looking for is a relationship, but as they are thrown closer and closer together, the lustful thought and lingering glances can't help but turn into more.

I LOVED that Wren went for what she wanted.  I could understand Chance's hesitance, but boy I wanted them to get their act together.  And when they do, all that pent up tension leads to explosive times together.  And they both give up fighting and go for it.

There is a bit of a mystery running through the background of this story which kept the characters on edge as well.

I adore adore adore the bond between the band members.  No egos, they all have each other's backs and there was so much love for each other.

It has been a  while since I have read a Harper Sloan book, and I loved that it tied all three series together (but you don't need to have read any of the other series to read Loaded Replay).

This is the start of another great series, and I cannot wait for the next book to hit my kindle.



Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.

Who am I kidding?  He is dangerous.
I do my best to ignore him, but its impossible.  The steady brush of his arm against where mine is resting on our shared armrest constantly reminds me how much my body wants his touch.  The scent of his delicious cologne hits my senses, making me want to climb in his lap and rub my face over his chest to get a potent lungful of it. 

I cant even remember the last time I was this horny, which is pathetically sad, since it was probably around the same time I actually got laid.  Years.  I think.  Close to three.  Maybe thats why Im a hot mess lately.   I turn my head to study the side of his face and wonder if I can use this situation to my advantage.  I mean, after all, we are in a relationship now.

He turns and gives me a questioning arch of his dark brows, but I brush it off in favor of playing Disney Emoji Blitz on my phone.  

By the time we had hit cruising altitude, I could hear the other men around me snoring away but not Chance.  Hes fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact Im about to start humping his leg.

Excuse me, I breathily say, unbuckling my belt and standing to move around him.  I stand there, my head bent slightly because of the overhead, and wait.  He doesnt move, though.  Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like hes finding this whole damn thing funny.  Excuse me, I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.  

No, thats a lie.  Im still breathy and very much seconds away from soaking my panties even more than they already are.

His large hands grab my hips, and he guides me down on his lap with no resistance from my treacherous body.

Not what I meant, I say through clenched teeth, trying to sound harsh and offended, but I just sound dazed and turned on.  I wiggle in his hold, trying to get free, but hes too strong for me.

He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck.  Im sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just cant keep their hands to themselves.  Hes playing a dangerous game, though, because the second the solid, hard length of him presses against my backside, I forget this is supposed to be a game and squirm a little more.  His teeth nip at my shoulder at the same time his groan hits my ears.

Stop moving, Wren, he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.

Youre the one who put me on your lap.  I curl my fingers over the empty seat in front of me and squeeze my eyes shut when I feel him growing harder under me.

Yeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us.  Shes doing a shit job of making it look like shes doing something with her paperwork.  His hand comes off my hip, and he cups my jaw, turning my head to the side just when I was about to look up at where I last saw the attendant, forcing me to shift until all it would take is me throwing one leg over his body to be face-to-face.  Do not look at her, he stresses; the sudden movement of twisting my body makes me bounce slightly in his lap, rubbing my legging-clad ass against his erection.  His eyes drop to my mouth where I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and groan.

Give me a reason not to look, I dare him.

You dont want to go down that road, Wren.  Ill protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.
No one is asking you to.

Not even knowing if were still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until theyre bent at his stomach between us.  Now that Im facing him completely, I bring my hands up to curl them both around his shoulders before dragging them up to wrap around the corded muscles at the sides of his neck.  His nostrils flare, but he doesnt stop me.  I give him the chance, but it never comes.  Dropping my head, I press my lips to his.  I explore his lips with small pecks and little licks of my tongue, learning his mouth before pressing more firmly.  He sucks in a breath when I open my mouth and slowly drag the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip.

And then his control snaps.

His handsstill at my hipslift me effortlessly until my legs are no longer folded between us, but now digging into the hard armrests with my knees pushing into his thighs, my back hitting the seat in front of me.  His mouth opens, and his tongue meets mine, no hesitation whatsoever, as he deepens the kiss.

Our breathing echoes around us, making it sound like everyone on this plane could hear us, but I know its just because our faces are so close.  I let out a moan, one that he swallows, that turns into a whine when he pulls back.
That cant happen again, he softly scolds, just as breathless as I am.
What the hell?  I might not have been into this whole fake-boyfriend-slash-bodyguard thing before, but Ill be damned if Im not going to take advantage of the situation.  Especially now that I know how alive he makes me feel.  Three years since I had pleasure from anything other than my own hand, and if that kiss is anything to go by, what Chance could make me feel is ten times more powerful than anything Ive ever felt in my whole life.  

Im not passing that up.


No fucking way.

Well see about that.  

Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.