Jaded Hearts (Loaded Replay Book 1) by Harper Sloan
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Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wantedāour 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 thatā¦something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away. Happinessā¦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!
My Review:
When Harper Sloan comes out with a new book, you read it. Thereās no question about it. Jaded Hearts is a great start to the Loaded Replay series. At first, I wasnāt really sure how I felt about Wren. She had a rough upbringing but she came off as a bit ungrateful considering where they made it in life. As the story progressed, it got better, I understood her more and she ended up being one of my favorite heroines that Harper has written. She feisty but she loves hard. I loved Chance from the very beginning. Heās beyond loyal to those he cares about. Though he carried a lot of unwarranted guilt, I loved the support he received from Wren as he learned to let it go. These two were explosive together. Their chemistry was off the charts. The story was fast paced and engaging from start to finish. Thereās plenty of humor and a little suspense though some parts are a little predictable. Overall, I thought Jaded Hearts was an entertaining read and I look forward to reading book 2.
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Goddamn, that smile is dangerous.
Who am I kidding? He is dangerous.
I do my best to ignore him, but itās 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 canāt 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 thatās why Iām 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 ārelationshipā 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. Heās fiddling with his phone, completely ignorant of the fact Iām about to start humping his leg.
āExcuse me,ā 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 doesnāt move, though. Instead, he drops his phone to his lap and gives me his complete attention; his eyes even dance a little like heās finding this whole damn thing funny. āExcuse me,ā I repeat, no longer breathy, and seconds away from coming.
No, thatās a lie. Iām 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.
āNot what I meant,ā 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 heās too strong for me.
He leans up in his seat, his chest hitting my back and buries his face in my neck. Iām sure anyone who saw us would see a loving couple who just canāt keep their hands to themselves. Heās 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.
āStop moving, Wren,ā he demands, tightening his fingers on my hips.
āYouāre the one who put me on your lap.ā 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.
āYeah, because the flight attendant who just walked by had her phone out and pointed right at us. Sheās doing a shit job of making it look like sheās doing something with her paperwork.ā 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. āDo not look at her,ā 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.
āGive me a reason not to look,ā I dare him.
āYou donāt want to go down that road, Wren. Iāll protect you from the world, but you need to protect yourself from me.ā
āNo one is asking you to.ā
Not even knowing if weāre still being watched, I twist my torso the rest of the way, pulling my legs up until theyāre bent at his stomach between us. Now that Iām 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 doesnāt 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 handsāstill at my hipsālift 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 itās 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.
āThat canāt happen again,ā 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 Iāll be damned if Iām 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 Iāve ever felt in my whole life.
Iām not passing that up.
Nope.
No fucking way.
āWeāll see about that.ā
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