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306 pages, Paperback
First published December 13, 2016
I’m Wrenlee Davenport, lead singer of Loaded Replay. I’ve learned the hard way that plenty of people in the world would love to have a piece of me, but they don’t give one shit about the person behind the voice.
“You have to protect yourself from me.” The pain in his voice makes me falter on my feet before I move forward two steps and cup his cheeks with my hands. “I don’t want to protect myself from you. I want to give myself to you.”
Our relationship will never be measured by time, not when it feels like I’ve been working my whole life just to make my way to her.

I should feel bad for Prince Charming. My knight in tarnished armor. Because he’ll have one giant battle on his hands to make me believe that someone might be left out there who doesn’t just want a piece of me.”
I’m Wrenlee Davenport, lead singer of Loaded Replay. I’ve learned the hard way that plenty of people in the world would love to have a piece of me, but they don’t give one shit about the person behind the voice.”
She owns every part of me at this moment. My mind succumbs to her, willing to do anything she wants. My body owned by hers. And my heart beating so hard in my chest, I feel like it’s trying to reach out and never let her go. Yeah, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”
There isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t feel him … us, and I know this is so much more than him showing me his love.”
Harper Sloan






"I’m Wrenlee Davenport, lead singer of Loaded Replay. I’ve learned the hard way that plenty of people in the world would love to have a piece of me, but they don’t give one shit about the person behind the voice."
“He’s hot. Like really hot. Tall, he’s at least six-foot-four—seeing as he stands taller than my brother—with a trim runner’s body. Good God, he’s beautiful….
You can tell the man isn’t hard, but my guess is he’s just … gifted. Damn. I fight not to squirm in my seat. Whoever this guy is, I wouldn’t mind unwrapping the present he promises to be. He looks like he belongs on the cover of one of those corny romance books Dyllan is always reading.”
“When I see him wink, I know I’m done for when it comes to Chance Nash.
One way or the other, I will have that man.”
“Get these pants off me. I don’t even care that they’re unicorns and a print I had to hunt down because all those eager bitches always steal the best ones first. Cut them off now. Cut them off!”



