Saturday, December 17, 2016

Jaded Hearts (Loaded Replay #1) by Harper Sloan: Review & Excerpt Tour


Blurb:

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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Excerpt:

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.”

About the Author:

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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Review by Yvette:

A rock star romance from Harper Sloan? Yes, please! I’m a huge fan of everything this author writes but I’ve been dying to get my hands on Jaded Hearts ever since the lead singer of Loaded Replay and a certain member of the Corps Security team locked eyes across the crowd of a crowded, chaotic rock concert. When said Corps Security team member is hired to guard said lead singer? Cue crackling sexual tension, flirtatious banter, and a fake engagement scheme that leaves all the gossip magazines scrambling to grab the big scoop. One raging case of lust at first sight, a band of rowdy rockers, and just a touch of suspense make Jaded Hearts an entertaining, sexy introduction to Harper Sloan’s Loaded Replay series.

What happens when you pair a jaded rocker secretly yearning for her own happily ever after with a marine-turned-security guard who has trust issues with the opposite sex? You get two individuals, desperately in need of someone to repair their broken pieces. From the moment we meet our heroine, Wrenlee Davenport, it’s apparent that she’s weary of the chaos and lack of privacy that come with fame, desperately craving a sense of normalcy. Enter Chance Nash, the bodyguard hired by Wren’s bandmates to protect her from a potentially dangerous situation, and the man who just might be the embodiment of her innermost desires. And when you add in overwhelming mutual attraction, palpable chemistry, and an element of forbidden romance, it’s only a matter of when, not if, Wren and Chance will succumb to their baser instincts.

What I love about the dynamic between Chance and Wren is the intensity of their connection and the sheer pleasure they find in each other’s company. Around Chance, Wren loses that hardened, serious edge in favor of a fun-loving playfulness. They have a cat-and-mouse game going on, with each taking turns as the pursuer. Chance is an over-the-top Alpha male, exuding testosterone and manliness with every breath he takes. He's a dirty, dirty, dirty man with an intense, primal tunnel vision when it comes to Wren, and, I must confess...I loved every minute of his possessive, demanding, passionate demeanor towards her both in and out of the bedroom.

If you're a fan of insta-love, rock star romances, and/or books that will make you swoon and make your heart melt, Jaded Hearts is a must-read. The romance between Chance and Wren is off-the-charts steamy and sugary sweet – a combination that makes this book impossible to put down once you get started. Jaded Hearts is an intriguing start to the Loaded Replay series and I can’t wait to dive into Jamison’s story next.

*complimentary copy provided by author for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

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