Sunday, December 18, 2016

Review & Excerpt Tour: JADED HEARTS 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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  2-insane-life 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.”   3-chance  

Where do I start?  Harper Sloan had me engrossed from the first to the last page. I loved this book and what a great way to start off a new series.
Since I heard about this book I have been looking forward to reading it. I was intrigued by Chance when he was first introduced in the Hope Town series as Cohen’s roommate and I was excited to see what story Ms. Sloan had in store for him; I wasn’t disappointed.
Wrenlee (Wren) Davenport is the lead singer of one of the biggest bands around, Loaded Replay and is slowly but surely becoming more and more disillusioned with the life she is leading. Overcoming a difficult and hard childhood the 4 friends have created a successful career in the music business, but for Wren she is dissatisfied.
When threats to Wren become more and more concerning, the band members (including her twin brother Wes) are determined to keep her safe and hire private bodyguards instead of using the ones that their record company supplies. This is where, Chance Nash comes in, he is a member of Corps Security and is hired to head the team to protect the band and to be Wren’s personal bodyguard.
Chance fell for Wren 3 years before he met her after taking Dani to a concert when Cohen was overseas, there was just something about her that got to him, however when he begins his job he is determined to keep his feelings buried, but he didn’t count on the full force of hurricane Wren.
From the moment Wren and Chance meet the sparks fly and their attraction sizzles. It wasn’t only the sexual tension and the chemistry between Wren and Chance that had me so riveted (and le t me say there is plenty of hot and heavy scenes) but their obvious camaraderie and banter towards each other too. These two were just made for each other.
Jaded Hearts is about a family, not all related by blood, but family none the less. I loved how much they cared and supported each other; they reminded me of the Four Musketeers, one for all and all for one. 
Both Chance and Wren have baggage, can they work through their pasts and move along a path of happiness together? Can Chance keep Wren safe from the threats or will history repeat itself? You’ll just have to take a chance (pun intended) and read this book for yourself.
There was a great deal of humour throughout this book between all the members of the band and I think that really made this a great read. I cannot wait to read the other band members stories and I was excited to learn that Jamison’s story is the next book in the series.

Jaded Hearts is book 1 in Loaded Replay series and this is Chance and Wrenlee's story. My first reaction is "What a way to start a new series" I was hooked from page one and I loved it. If you have read the Hope Town Series you will recognise Chance, who was Cohens roommate and friend in Unexpected Fate.
In Jaded Hearts, we get to meet Wrenlee and the other band members and we follow them on tour. The band members decide Wrenlee needs a bodyguard and they hire Chance to watch over her. What starts off as a business arrangement soon becomes so much more and it really isn't surprising as the chemistry between these two is off the charts.....
Harper Sloan has given us another fantastic read this time in the world of rockers. This book was a breath of fresh air, it was great to read a book where people meet and actually liked each other, no drama in the romance side just a hot passionate story that left me wanting more from Loaded Replay.

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. Facebook | Website | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page

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