Jaded Hearts

Loaded Replay Series – Book 1

By Harper Sloan

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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.

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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.

Nope.

No fucking way.

“We’ll see about that.”

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Michel’s Review

Harper Sloan has an exciting new series out!  Loaded Replay is a rock star series that is loosely tied to the Corps Series and the Hope Town Series.  This new series features the members of the band Loaded Replay.  Jaded Hearts is the first book in this sensational new series.

This multi platinum band has reached super stardom throughout the world.  For the past few years they have been touring non stop after releasing five multi platinum albums.  The price of fame is starting to take it’s toll on all of the members.  Their record company is demanding more than they can give. The media follows them every where they go. The fans are becoming obsessive.  Some fans have taken obsessive to another level and it has become downright dangerous for Wrenlee Davenport, lead singer for Loaded Replay.  The security the record company has provided isn’t doing their job.  They are only on duty when they are playing venues or doing PR appearances to promote the label.  It’s time to up their security.  The other members of the band have decided to bring in an outside security company.  One of the prospective security companies is Corps Security.  Chance Nash ( from the Hope Town series) has been sent to represent Corps Security.

The moment Chance Nash enters Loaded Replay’s hotel suite he takes complete charge. He takes control of the reporter interviewing Wrenlee and puts a quick stop to the underhanded ploys the reporter is planning to get more of a story than Wrenlee bargained for.  Wrenlee is intrigued with this powerful man that demands her attention.

Wrenlee is a very jaded soul.  She has trouble putting her trust in people outside the band. She has very valid reasons.  Throughout her childhood she suffered from neglect and verbal abuse from her parents.  Her relationships have been just as bad.  Her last boyfriend used her for her connections in the music industry.  Chance Nash is changing the way she looks at life.  She has finally found a man she can completely trust, a man who’s only objective is to take care of her.

Chance Nash is still reeling from an incident that almost cost his best friend’s wife her life.  He takes his job very seriously.  When his heart becomes involved it changes the game.  He will never let anything happen to the woman he loves.  He’s willing to sacrifice his job and his life if necessary.

Not only is Wrenlee learning to trust and believe in love once again, she is also beginning to take control of her personal life.  It’s time for changes.

The band is also beginning to make changes in their own lives and careers.  It’s a new beginning for Loaded Replay.

I absolutely loved Jaded Hearts.  All of the characters in Loaded Replay were special in their own way.  The dynamics between the band was loving, fun, and emotional.  I loved that Chance Nash finally got his happily ever after.  Harper Sloan has another sensational series to add to her accomplishments.  I can’t wait to see what comes next for Loaded Replay.

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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.

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