I received this book for free from InkSlinger PR in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.JADED HEARTS by Harper Sloan
Series: Loaded Replay #1
Published by HEA Forever Publishing LLC on December 13, 2016
Cover Design: Sommer Stein with Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Cover Photographer: Perrywinkle Photography
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Format: Digital, print, audiobook
Source: InkSlinger PR
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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.
Contemporary Romance. Dual-POV.
Book #1 of a new series, that is a spin-off of another series by the author. It could be read as a stand-alone.
- Addictiveness: Highly Addictive. I read in one sitting. I was so attached to the story that I couldn’t put the book down.
- Character: hero 5/5, heroine 5/5, secondary characters 5/5, growth 5/5, real 5/5 Yes! I love a new series that I enjoy all characters and can’t wait to read their stories. All characters here, including main and secondary, are easy to love, connect and understand. Chance was an amazing hero. He was hot, alpha, but not afraid of showing his vulnerabilities. He was not afraid of letting Wren shine. Wren showed a tough shell to the world, but inside she had lots of issues. Her growth as a characters was very well described throughout the story. Oh, I love all the boys from the band and I can’t wait for their stories.
- Cover: art 5/5, title 5/5, subtitle 5/5, color-font 5/5, buy 5/5 I’m obsessed with book covers and I love to “read”snippets of the story on it. I love this one! I can see Chance and Wren on this cover, right after she finishes a concert and he carried her out of the backstage. This is hot and sexy. I would definitely buy this book without reading the blurb. Perfect title for this couple!!!
- Freshness: This may not have anything that I could say “oh, wow, so original”, but the overall feeling is FRESH, NEW. It is another rock band novel, but is also like no other out there.
- Plot: believable 4/5, conflict 2/5, dialogue 4/5, ending 5/5, enjoyment 4/5, opening 5/5, pace 3.5/5, setting 5/5, subplots 4/5, twists 2.5/5 Great opening and wonderful ending. Good dialogues, ok pace with enough subplots to enhance the story.
- Romance: believable 5/5, chemistry 5/5, description 5/5, development 5/5, steam 4/5 The love story is good. Even though is insta-love the author made it believable. Their attraction was undeniable, the smut was great and felt pertinent to the plot. They both had emotional issues and evolved during the book. It was heartfelt and believable.
- Writing Style: Great writing! Fantastic characters, wonderful setting and sexy romance.
- Plot: It was a good plot, but it got lost in the middle of the story. I don’t think that all plots must have angst, but I think they must have a conflict. This one didn’t. Yes, the book started with this danger to the heroine, then it got lost in the middle to solve lots of subplots and this was only touched again by the end of the book. It felt secondary, when it was presented at the beginning of the book as something important. The only conflict the book had besides this stalker was how both hero and heroine had emotional issues, but they were solved too early, too easy. I don’t know. I’ve expected something more from this plot.
This is my first book by the author, but definitely not my last. I believe I must go back and read the Hope Town series to read Chance’s friends stories.
29/35 STARS – 4 STARS (4 stars between 28 and 31 stars)
Addictiveness: 4.5 Character: 5 Cover: 5 Freshness: 4 Plot: 2.5 Romance: 4 Writing Style: 4
- Action 2.5/5
- Angst 1/5
- Darkness 0/5
- Humor 3/5
- Romance 5/5
- Suspense/Mystery 2/5
- Would I recommend? I would recommend this book for everyone that enjoys rock star romance.
- Would I re-read this book? YES!
- Would I re-read this series? I will follow the series. Can’t wait!
- Would I read more from the author? Yes, looking forward to.
You MAY read this because you followed the spin-off series; you SHOULD read this because you like the author; you MUST read this because all characters are amazing!!!
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.”