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.
I received an advanced copy if this book with the promise of an honest review.
I have a full on girl crush on Wrenlee. From the very beginning of the book I knew that I would love her. She's funny, sassy and doesn't take shit from anyone. At the beginning of the book she is doing an interview with a magazine and immediately pegs the reporter as an opportunist. And she was right. Watching Wren, as well as the rest of the band handle the reporter was amazing, but then Chance enters the picture and OH MY GOD. He is there because there have been some serious threats against Wren and the record label's mediocre security team is just not cutting it anymore. They want to hire someone they trust to keep Wren safe.
If you have read Harper's Hope Town Series you may remember Chance. He was in the military with Cohen and is now a member of the Corps Security team. And does he know how to make a first impression. WOW. I got a kick out of how the band handled the nosy reporter and then Chance comes in, manages to get the rid of the reporter in amazing fashion and not only lands himself a job, but also a fiance and child. (Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?!?!)
Wren and Chance. I loved the fact that Wren was the one pushing for them to start things up. But with her personality, it should not be much of a surprise. From the moment they meet it is obvious that they are attracted to each other, but Chance is hesitant to get involved with Wren. After all, he is there to protect her, not get in a relationship with her. But their relationship was inevitable and also ridiculously hot. Everything about it was unexpected, so of course there are some speed bumps along the way, but they managed to make it work. Turns out they need each other more than either of them realized and they even managed to have a little fun while doing it.
This book is all about relationships. Wren and Chance. Wren and the other members of Loaded Replay. But the one with her brother Weston was probably the most special. They have such a strong brother/sister bond. A a young age, the two of them realized that their actually resented the fact that they existed and all they had was each other. That is until they meet their neighbors and future bandmates Jamison and Luke. Now the four of them are extremely successful rock stars. They live together. Work together. They are basically around each other all the time and still manage to like each other. Talk about amazing. And despite the fact that they four of them are about as tight as they come, they accepted Chance into their little group without giving it a second thought.
Jamison's story is next and I can't wait to read it. He cracked me up more than once (Pokemon Go anyone?) and I just love how much of a goofball his is. And of course the groundwork has been laid for his and Dyllan's, the group's stylist and also Wren's best friend, story.
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.”
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.