Review: Player, Staci Hart

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I should have known it was only a game.
I should have known he was too good to be true.
He’s nothing but a player...

Player, an all-new sexy, standalone romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is available NOW!

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He’s a player.


He plays the bass with expert fingers. He plays women with intoxicating charm. And he’ll play me with the ease of a virtuoso.
Who better to teach me to play than the master himself?
I’m his model student, front row, pencil sharp. Pick up lines? I’ve got them. Free drinks? By the dozen. Kissing? Let me grab my chapstick.
But the most valuable lesson I’ve learned is that there’s so much I don’t know. Like why his touch sets off a chain reaction straight to my nethers. Or how I’m certain each kiss is the best I’ll ever have, until the moment his lips take mine again.
There’s so much I don’t know.
Like the fact that I’m only a bet.
But we are what we are. He’s a player, through and through.
And I’m the fool who fell in love with him.

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REVIEW
Piece of Work is one of my favorite books of this year and Player just moved right on there with it. It's just as good, just as fun, just as special and meaningful. And these characters are amazeballs, maybe even more so than Rin and Court, and that really is saying something.

Val is a spitfire which I loved so much; getting to know her better and seeing all her quirks and fire was everything. Just like any girl or even more so, she had her insecurities but she was also so confident and fiery and I loved how much confidence she put out into the world. She was goals, playing her instrument and on the dance floor.

Sam , well fuck. Sam had me falling at his feet from the very beginning. That man! He tried to come off as a player but what he was really hiding was that he was gold. And Val, well sh found a lost treasure in him. He was beyond amazing. I still have heart eyes every time I think about him, and his journey with Val and just this spectacular book. Because it was truly magnificent. Another masterpiece.

I'm still very limited to Staci Hart's books but with every new one I read, I fall a little more with her style and the type of books she writes. They mean something. They have a message and they are wonderful. This one was no different. And Staci has a special talent when it comes to writing the perfect hero and heroine, they always steal my heart completely.

I saw a lot of me in Val and many of you will too, because she is very relatable. And don't you just love those kind of books? The ones that touch you, the ones you connect with and the ones that give you hope. Sam was a hero I won't soon forget. He loved Val with all of himself and he made her see that someone out there can  love that parts of you you hate. I might have just loved Sam a little more than Court. Court, I'm sorry babe but I can't help it.

I'm loving the RLC girls so much. I feel like each of them will have an important message and I'll see a piece of myself in each of their stories. This holds true so far. I'm super excited and curious for the remaining two books. Amelia is next and it already looks sooo good. I'm looking forward to it already. So much. This series of interconnected standalones is one of my favorite things this year.

Rate: 5 sassy stars

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Excerpt:
The night flew by, time speeding up and sliding past with nothing to mark the hours but his laughter and my smiles and our bodies bouncing around the parquet like we had nothing in the world to do but dance. I had no idea how late it was until “New York, New York” came on with the house lights.

Sam hooked me under his arm and guided me out into the chilly fall evening. Like an idiot, I’d come without a jacket, and I tried to play it off like I wasn’t cold. A shiver wracked down my spine, betraying me.

He shrugged off his leather jacket. “Here, wear this.”

“B-but then y-you’ll be cold,” I said, shifting away from him in an effort to stop him. “Look, it’s n-not even cold. It’s f-fake cold. It’s only what—like, sixty out? M-my body is j-just being drunk and d-dumb.”

“Val.” The word was a gentle warning. He held out his jacket like a matador. “Put it on.”

“N-no,” I said with a laugh.

He shook it once like he was taunting me. “Toro.”

I giggled, stumbling a little as I brought my hands to the top of my head, pointer fingers to the stars. “Olé!” I cheered as I charged. But instead of running through his jacket, I found myself in his arms.

I didn’t know how it happened. The jacket was there, and then it was gone. But instead of being laid out on the sidewalk like I should have been, Sam’s arms were hooked around my waist, our bodies winding together and twisting from the force of his catch. And then I looked up, and time stretched out in a long, still moment. His eyes on my mouth. Mine on his. His nose millimeters from mine and his mouth so close, if I turned my head just right, our lips would brush. The warmth of him was everywhere.

I wasn’t cold anymore. I was on fire.

So I said the first thing that entered my empty mind.

“Are you going to kiss me, or am I gonna have to lie to my diary?”

The moment broke with our laughter, filled the air around us, stopped my chugging heart. He pressed his lips to my forehead.

I sighed. “I guess that’ll do.”

He hooked his jacket over my shoulders, taking a moment to look over my face, watching his fingers as he tucked a loose curl behind my ear. “Come on. Let’s get you home. You did good tonight, Val.”

“Thanks to your expert advice.”

But he smiled. “Pretty soon, you’ll figure out you didn’t need me at all.”

And I smiled back and pretended like it was possible that statement held an iota of truth.


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About the Author
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life -- a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can't forget that. She's also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She's been a wife, though she's certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She's also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she's been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.


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