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 LIVE!
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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There’s nothing a woman can’t do with a little red lipstick, some positive thinking, and quite a bit of gumption, even if she embarrasses herself, and let me tell you, any time our heroine, Val, is around her secret crush, Sam, things always seem to go wrong, which means that she needs every drop of inner strength and feistiness she has to take a chance and put her heart on the line regardless of the fact that the man she wants epitomizes a player in every sense of the word.
Without a doubt, Val is one of my favorite Staci Hart heroines, and a big reason for my love of everything Val is the fact that she’s an ‘every woman’ type of character. Hart portrays Val so realistically that it’s incredibly easy to connect with her struggles with the opposite sex as well as her body image and insecurities. Val’s internal musings are ones that many female readers have probably said themselves, which means that as Val comes into her own, realizing her self worth and the beautiful woman she is on the inside and on the outside, we cheer for her and commend her strength and empower ourselves to take the same journey that Val did in Player.
Sam’s an intriguing hero because while he’s the quintessential single guy who’s beyond attractive and charismatic, I didn’t feel like he truly knew himself or what he was capable of when it came to commitment because as Sam and Val’s ‘relationship’ deepens, he really seems to come into his own and his self confidence and determined attitude helps Val to see herself as the beautiful and captivating woman that she is.
Throughout the course of the story, Val and Sam connect on a number of levels, so despite what pushed Sam to pursue Val in the first place, what matters most is that their relationship changes them both; it challenges Sam’s view on anything long term and helps him to grow as not only a man but as a human being, and it’s their undeniable chemistry and the fact that Sam looks at Val like she matters that helps her to see herself, not only through his eyes, but also her own non-judgmental ones. Nobody is perfect and it’s with that idea in mind that helps them both to realize just how capable they are in all aspects of their lives.
I adored Staci Hart’s latest release; it’s steamy and sweet; it’s comical and witty; it’s everything I needed it to be and because Hart brings such uniqueness to her stories and characters, I’ll never get enough of her books!
4.5 Poison Apples
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.
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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