Blog Tour: Player by Staci Hart
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...
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Synopsis:
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.
Review:
Player was such a fun read! I love Staci Hart. She has a way of writing stories that I can't put down and don't want to ever end.
Val was so much fun to read. I loved her so so much. Her pickup lines were amazing! And she just has such a wonderful outlook on life. Yes, she has some confidence issues with men due to the fact that she developed early, but oh, she was so sweet and fun and everything. She is a great musician and plays on a Broadway show and from the very start I wanted nothing but the best for her!
Sam is a player. He is also a musician that works with Val, but he doesn't do relationships. He is always honest and upfront about it as he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Val has a crush on him, but she figures he would never notice someone like her. Only he does. He likes her, is attracted to her, but he can't go there. He will just hurt her because he can't do relationships. He tries so hard to always do the right thing, but sometimes what he thinks is right isn't really what is best. Oh, he was wonderful. He tries to help, he tries to be a good person, and once he commits to something that is it.
These two were so much fun! Oh, I didn't want it to end. Every scene with them together was magical. They have so much chemistry and I loved watching them fall for each other. This was one of those stories where I wanted to read it as fast as I could, but I also wanted to make it last. I wanted to draw it out as much as possible because I didn't want to say goodbye to Sam and Val. This was such a fun read and I loved every minute of it.
*Note: I received a free copy of this book for voluntary review consideration
Rating: ★★★★1/2
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.
About the Author:
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.
Review:
Player was such a fun read! I love Staci Hart. She has a way of writing stories that I can't put down and don't want to ever end.
Val was so much fun to read. I loved her so so much. Her pickup lines were amazing! And she just has such a wonderful outlook on life. Yes, she has some confidence issues with men due to the fact that she developed early, but oh, she was so sweet and fun and everything. She is a great musician and plays on a Broadway show and from the very start I wanted nothing but the best for her!
Sam is a player. He is also a musician that works with Val, but he doesn't do relationships. He is always honest and upfront about it as he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Val has a crush on him, but she figures he would never notice someone like her. Only he does. He likes her, is attracted to her, but he can't go there. He will just hurt her because he can't do relationships. He tries so hard to always do the right thing, but sometimes what he thinks is right isn't really what is best. Oh, he was wonderful. He tries to help, he tries to be a good person, and once he commits to something that is it.
These two were so much fun! Oh, I didn't want it to end. Every scene with them together was magical. They have so much chemistry and I loved watching them fall for each other. This was one of those stories where I wanted to read it as fast as I could, but I also wanted to make it last. I wanted to draw it out as much as possible because I didn't want to say goodbye to Sam and Val. This was such a fun read and I loved every minute of it.
*Note: I received a free copy of this book for voluntary review consideration
Rating: ★★★★1/2
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.
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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