Title: Jaded Hearts
Author: Harper Sloan
Series: Loaded Replay Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sommer Stein ~ Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Release Date: 13th December, 2016
Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our 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.
Happiness…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 will kick off the Loaded Replay series – which will be a series of interconnected standalones. The cast and crew of Jaded Hearts was introduced to us for the first time briefly in Unexpected Fate. You do not need to read that book in order to fully enjoy Jaded Hearts. Happy reading!
4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF
Brought together through a serious situation Wrenlee ‘Wren’ and Chance discover they have an instant connection, well more like a lightning bolt to the head, but there pretty much the same when it comes to love at first sight. Chance is brought in to help out with the final two legs of Loaded Replays latest tour.
Wren and Chance are similar in so many ways. Especially in the fact that they were both hurt in the past and find trust so very impossible. Both are battled worn and scarred beyond all measure. They feel so much, but are held back by pure animalistic fear.
“You’re going to destroy me,” I tell her, trying to reason with her by giving the truth to my fears.
“We’re going to destroy each other and then put the pieces back together, so there aren’t any more cracks.” Her words, confusing to many, show me just how well Wrenlee has pegged me.’
Weston, Jamison and Luke; these men are such characters. Weston is Wren’s twin brother; her most supportive and understanding ally. They stood up together to the world and fought whatever it threw at them from a very young age. Jamison and Luke entered their lives when they were adolescents and they’ve been thick as thieves ever since. Heck, these four even live together. How Wren lives with these three men and doesn’t drown them in the pool at least once a week is beyond me.
‘My knight in tarnished armor had finally found his broken princess, high in her jaded tower—changing both of our lives for eternity.
This is the evolution of two jaded hearts seeing the beauty of life again.
This is the creation of two broken souls, healing solidly, connected as one.
This is the foundation of an unbreakable love.
This is the clarity of our forever love.’
The attention to detail when it comes to the music industry and how descriptive the author is when Loaded Replay performs on stage.
‘It was the biggest rush in the world. No high in the world could ever compete with this pre-show adrenaline rush.
I loved it.
I hated it.’
‘The let-down, crash and burn, and sweaty, hot mess that would follow in its wake was just as beautiful as the beginning of it all.
This was our dream.
This was our life.’
This book has action, suspense, tension, and some of the best smex scenes I have had the pleasure of enjoying in quite some time. Forget a fan being needed, I’d just turn on the AC and call it a day. Oh, and don’t forget to pick your jaw up off the floor, it’s gonna drop at least a couple times in this book, and I can guarantee you will not be disappointed.
“Even if you ever decide you don’t want me, I’m not sure I’ll grant you that. Especially not after I feel you hug me tight inside your body. If we’re taking a gamble together, it’s all in, or we fold before the call.”
This series is in the same world as Corps Security from what I found when I checked out this author the other day. I haven’t had the pleasure of reading this author before and if Loaded Replay is anything to go by, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for this author in the future.
Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.
Who am I kidding? He is dangerous.
I do my best to ignore him, but it’s 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 can’t 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 that’s why I’m 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. He’s fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact I’m 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 doesn’t move, though. Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like he’s finding this whole damn thing funny. “Excuse me,” I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.
No, that’s a lie. I’m 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 he’s too strong for me.
He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck. I’m sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just can’t keep their hands to themselves. He’s 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.
“You’re 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. She’s doing a shit job of making it look like she’s 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 don’t want to go down that road, Wren. I’ll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.”
“No one is asking you to.”
Not even knowing if we’re still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until they’re bent at his stomach between us. Now that I’m 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 doesn’t 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 hands—still at my hips—lift 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 it’s 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 can’t 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 I’ll be damned if I’m 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 I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
I’m not passing that up.
No fucking way.
“We’ll see about that.”
Harper Sloan is a romance author born in Knoxville, TN. She is the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Corps Security series and the Hope Town series. Harper started writing as a way to unwind in the evening after caring for her three young daughters. She soon found her passion. Her title, Drunk On You, made the self-published best seller list in 2017.
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