Player, an all-new sexy, standalone romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is LIVE!
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…
5 JUST ONCE CROWNS
SIGH…I’m in love, completely captivated by Sam and Val and their romance. I was swept away by it all. Every word. Every moment. It is perfection.
Sam is unlike any hero I have encountered in such a long time. There are so many qualities about him to love: his passion for any and all music, his authentic love of everything that is Val, his ownership of his identity and future. He is completely charming and charismatic, but what I love about him most of all is his goal to get Val to love herself and see herself as he sees her. His devotion to achieving this goal and bringing her out of her shell made me fall in love with this man page by page. Gah. I just love him.
Val and the RLC is the reason this is now my favorite Staci Hart series (all standalones). I see myself in these woman. Their insecurities, particularly Val, resonate with me. Val’s insecurities with her bodies and her nervousness around men spoke to me. I loved more than anything watching her come out of her shell, watching her become bolder, and evolve into a stronger version of herself. Seeing how she changes comes to know her own worth separate from that of Man is empowering. Every moment with these ladies makes me stronger, better, just prouder to be a woman. I love them all so much, Val in particular.
This story wasn’t what I was expecting. I was fully prepared for a book version of She’s All That (romcom movie) and Val screaming, “Am I bet? Am I a freaking bet?” Player, though, is more than this. The reason behind the bet is deeper and more meaningful than just winning. Sam’s desire to protect her and keep her safe enticing. Watching these two fall in love is pure joy. I loved to see them connect through music. I love that he grows as much as she does. Their relationship is what it should be, endless support and devotion, finding joy in the everyday and where passions lie, and loving every part of a person without judgment. This is what romances should be.
Staci Hart is without a doubt a must read author, but this series is about empowering woman, finding your tribe, and taking on the world. It is about finding a man who supports his woman and loves every perceived flaw and dimple because of them not inspire of them. This is what love should be.
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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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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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