BLOG TOUR REVIEW AND EXCERPT: Work in Progress by Staci Hart

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Her fake husband is a Work In Progress…

Work in Progress, an all-new romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is available now!

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I never thought my first kiss would be on my wedding day.

But here I stand, clutching a bouquet of pale pink roses behind the doors of a Las Vegas chapel, and at the end of the aisle is the absolute last man I imagined would be waiting for me.

Thomas Bane.

Bestselling author. Notorious bad boy. Savagely handsome, dark as sin, chiseled as stone. And somehow, my soon-to-be husband.

Marry him, and I’ll land my dream job. Save him, and I’ll walk away with everything I’ve ever wanted. All I have to do is remember it’s all for show. None of it is real, no matter how real it feels.

But first, I have to survive the kiss.

And with lips like his, my heart doesn’t stand a chance.

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My Review

Work In Progress, the title of Staci Hart’s newest release, is a fitting name for Amelia and Tommy’s book, not only because of their respective careers, blogger/reviewer and writer, but also due to the fact that they themselves are transforming and growing as people, as a married couple, and as two people who strive to be the best versions of themselves regardless of their past mistakes or current predicaments.

The Red Lipstick Coalition world is one filled with strong women, unique in their personalities but similar in the ways that their friendships…their bonds lift them up and allow them to lean on each other and receive as much support as they need in order to maneuver in this thing called life.

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen so much of myself before in a story’s heroine, but the woman who Amelia is and who she becomes resonates with me, so much so, that I became her biggest cheerleader, hoping that she would realize just how amazing she is and all that she has to offer the people in her life. Like Amelia, most women are a work-in-progress, searching for people who ‘get’ them and fighting for what they deserve despite their feelings of inadequacy or fear. Amelia’s insecurities, her shyness, her innocence are what makes her special…makes her unique and they are what allow her to see beneath Tommy’s badboy, hot head persona to the core of who he is…to the man who can help her just as much as she can help him.

Thomas Bane is in quite a predicament due to the bad press he’s received and the major case of writer’s block that weighs on him. So, in a way, Amelia coming into his life makes her his guardian angel of sorts – the one person who can help him find his words again and help restore his image. But what his marriage of convenience with Amelia does for both of them is offer them a chance for love…a chance to be who they are meant to be, in their personal and professional lives and the way that Hart shows this part of their story illustrates just how perfect these two are for each other, making their ‘pretend marriage’ everything they never knew they wanted and quite possibly needed.

Staci Hart is an incredible storyteller – one who crafts scenes full of heart, passion, and humor and one whose characters are constructed in such realistic ways that readers can’t help but see themselves in these fictional men and women, which makes the time spent reading these stories that much more rewarding and uplifting.

Katherine’s story is up next, and I can’t wait to see what Hart has in store for her because Katherine deserves her happily ever after just like the ones who best friends have.

4.5 Poison Apples

Excerpt

The hall bathroom door opened, consequently stopping the earth’s orbit and flinging me into space for lack of gravity.

Thomas Bane stepped out of the doorway in slow motion, propelled by a cloud of steam that licked at his glistening body like it wanted to taste him. His hair was black, wet, curling and dripping in rivulets down the planes and valleys of his expansive chest and abs and narrow hips. He had that thing, the trough of muscle bracketing his hips that caught sluicing water and carried it in an angle that would eventually reach that unknown terrain beneath his towel. I saw the ghost of that terrain, the long, cylindrical bulge that was substantial enough to clearly state its presence, even through the thick towel.

He smirked, dragging his hand through his wet hair. I salivated, watching droplets of water roll down his forearm and collect on the tip of his erotic elbow.

“You’re up,” he said.

I blinked, not knowing when I’d set my coffee down or how many minutes—hours? years?—had passed in the time I spent ogling his body.

He sauntered into the room like he wasn’t basically naked. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare at his knees, the place where his ropy thigh connected, the angular muscles of his calves, the curve of his ankle, the broad pad of his foot.

He was perfectly proportioned. Michelangelo would have carved him twenty feet tall, and women would have worshipped at his perfect feet.

Gus bounced when he saw Tommy, his toys forgotten. And when Gus took off running, Tommy stopped, eyes widening and hands splayed in front of him.

“Gus, no,” he commanded.

To no one’s surprise, Gus did not listen. He barked once, snagged the hem of Tommy’s towel, and whipped it off him in a single tug that exposed every inch of skin on Thomas Bane’s ridiculous body.

Thank God my coffee was already on the counter. I’d have gotten third-degree burns.

For a split second, Tommy was frozen there in all his natural glory, poised to run after his dog, his face drawn and eyes locked on the sweet, disobedient dog. He wasn’t paying any attention to me.

I, however, gave him my full and undivided consideration.

His thighs were a mass of muscle so hard and defined, the tops were planes that came to a notch at his knee and a point where it met his hip. My eyes caught that trough that had before disappeared and followed it where it pointed—straight to the thatch of dark hair and the member nestled there.

The very thick, very long, mostly limp member.

If I stared at it a second longer, I was going to faint—my vision was already dim, my pulse pumping so hard, I could feel it in my neck, at the back of which a cold sweat had broken.

But he shifted to run after Gus, who was galloping away, trailing the towel behind him.

“Dammit, Gus! Gimme that!”

Then it was the back of him I saw, his hair, the streaming water rolling down all the curves of his shoulders, his back, the valley of his spine, and down to the most perfect ass I’d ever seen in real life.

Well, the only ass I’d ever seen in real life that wasn’t my own, and even that I couldn’t get a good look at without a mirror.

Seriously, that ass. That perfectly sculpted ass, round and tight and curved in the sides, shifting from one side to the other as he ran after the damn dog. My gaze caught a tattoo on one ass cheek, and I squinted at it, trying to make it out.

Tommy bent to snag the end of the towel—I caught sight of his sack and almost dissolved through the floor in an acidic puddle of embarrassment—but when he pulled, Gus spun around, ass in the air and tail wagging as he growled, pulling back.

A string of obscenities left Tommy’s mouth, but I was still gaping and staring at his ass. I realized that I was laughing. It sounded like someone else in a different room.

I wondered absently if this was how it felt to have a stroke.

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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