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Loaded Replay Series

By Harper Sloan

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


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.


Review by Ashley C.

Jaded Hearts is the first book in new Loaded Replay Series by Harper Sloan. We were momentarily introduced to the female lead and her group in Unexpected Fate as well as to Chance who played a bigger part in Unexpected Fate. This is not your average Rock and Roll book in my opinion, it has a good mix of the music aspect but also steps away enough from it that it doesn’t feel one toned. You do not have to read the other two series to read this book, but I would suggest it since it does comment back to some of those characters and it helps explain Chance’s backstory.

Wrenlee is the lead singer of Loaded Replay, and finally have convincing of her twin brother and others in the group she agrees to get a security guard due to issues that have arisen from their fame. Chance and Wrenlee at first gave me a little trouble to fall with them, but all of a sudden it seemed liked they clicked better for me. I will say their antics with the public had me cracking up and the suspense mixed in kept me guessing a bit. The sex was hot and made me blush a couple times as well J

I will say I truly enjoyed this book, I do wish the suspense even though it kept me guessing was highlighted a bit more than it was. Overall I would give this book 4.5 stars and I cannot wait to see what comes next for Loaded Replay.




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


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


“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.”




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