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.
5 ‘Hubby’ Stars!
ARC provided by the author via InkSlingerPR in exchange for an honest review.
Harper Sloan comes back in full force, everybody! This book has made me fall in love with her writing all over again. She presents a new series, with fabulous characters and love stories full of sexy times! I adored every page of this one, for sure!
Jaded Hearts is the first installment in the Loaded Replay series and it starts with the love story between Wrenlee Davenport (the lead voice of the group) and Chance Nash (Cohen Cage’s best friend from the Hopetown series). Chance is Wren’s new head of security, he is hired to watch the lead singer but sparks start flying between them since the first moment they lay each on each other. This story is about two jaded hearts that heal together.
I should feel bad for Prince Charming. My knight in tarnished armor. Because he’ll have one giant battle on his hands to make me believe that someone might be left out there who doesn’t just want a piece of me.
For the first time in almost ten years, I was about to set myself up to give someone else power over me.
And I would be powerless to stop it.
What an amazing way to start this series, Harper! This woman has introduced a fantastic group of people that I am sure will give us the most amazing love stories. Loaded Replay has four components: Wren, Wes (her twin brother), Luke and Jamison. These people met at a very young age, all not loved by their parents and they haven’t been apart since. I love the familiarity between them, the hilarious moments we experience with them and the emotional ones too. They are just an exceptional group and I can’t wait for more!
“How did you fall into the pool?” Wes asks incredulously, still not willing to look at him.
Jamison stares at my brother, and his eyes narrow. “I didn’t fall, asshole. I walked. It’s not my fault that the pool was in the way.”
I just love having a band that gets along so well and besides that, I love having a couple that has the most amazing off-the-charts chemistry. Wren and Chance are simply explosive: they definitely burnt my Kindle with all the hotness! I love Harper’s alphas and her super-sassy heroines and Chance and Wrenlee are not an exception. They gave us lots of hot moments and lots of beautiful and sentimental ones too.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I tell her with a strain to my words. “So fucking perfect against my cock, in my arms—mine. Never …” I thrust deep, bottoming out and lifting her from the island. “Felt …” I lift her up from my cock before dropping her down and flexing my ass to attempt to get deeper into heaven. “Better.”
Our relationship will never be measured by time, not when it feels like I’ve been working my whole life just to make my way to her.
And even though Chance and Wren’s relationship goes really fast paced, I have to say I did not mind it at all because Harper made me love them from the start. Moreover, we get a bit of suspense between this love story and I really enjoyed the emotional consequences we got from it! And can I repeat that I am extremely curious and excited about the other Loaded Replay members? Jamison is next and I am pretty sure he will give us a very amusing and wonderful love story!
I feel like my heart—the one thing that keeps me alive—doesn’t even beat inside my own chest anymore, not when Wren has taken its place as my most vital organ.
Therefore, my rating for Jaded Hearts is 5 STARS because Harper gives an excellent introduction to the Loaded Replay series and a beautiful and super-sexy love story. I kind of missed having a longer epilogue but besides that, this was absolutely perfect. I can’t wait for all the other stories! If you have enjoyed this woman’s writing before or you want a great love story to read, I highly recommend this one!
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 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.