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Thursday, March 14, 2019

All-New Look from Staci Hart!


The Red Lipstick Coalition Series from Staci Hart has an all-new look!

You can grab all three of these books, LIVE on Amazon, today! 






Marble isn’t the only thing that’s hard at this museum.

His body is as chiseled as Adonis. His lips are as sculpted as David. And his ego is the size of the Guggenheim.

You know the type—wolfish smile and the gravity of a black hole. The kind of man who sucks all the air from the room the second he enters it. My cocky boss thinks this internship was wasted on me, and he doesn’t hesitate to let me know.

But he’s wrong, and I’m going to prove it to him. If I can stay away from his devil lips, that is. Lips that cut me down and kiss me in the same breath, leaving me certain he’s on a mission to ruin my life.
And maybe my heart, too.






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.






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, I don’t stand a chance.







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. When she's not writing, she's reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

Monday, October 15, 2018

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



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.




Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
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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. “OlĂ©!” 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.



 


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.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

RELEASE BLITZ & 5 STAR REVIEW: 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...

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.




Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited!
Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/PlayerSH

Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2PwVrfH





My Review

I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review. 

Listen y'all. I have yet to read a Staci Hart book that I didn't like. And while I am sure that it will eventually happen, today is not that day. And I'm not sure I can express just how much I loved this book, but I am going to try.

Let's start with Val. I absolutely adored her! She plays in the orchestra of the Broadway production of Wicked and has a crush on one of her fellow musicians, Sam. She is constantly embarrassing herself in front of him and thinks that is the only reason he acknowledges her. But little does she know that Sam knows exactly who she is and may even have a little crush on her himself. When his "friend" Ian (I HATE that guy!) decides to put Val in the middle of a ridiculous bet, Sam's protective instincts kick in. The result of that is Val and Sam spending A LOT of time together and me melting in a big pile of goo because OH MY GOD I JUST LOVED THEM TOGETHER.

Yes, Val and Sam are thrown together thanks to a ridiculous, juvenile bet, but I quickly forgot that. And as far as I was concerned, once he got to know Val, Sam forgot as well. Val is one of those girls who is awkward at first, but then once she warms up to you, she is funny and sassy as hell. I found that super relatable and if I had to describe myself, that is what I would say!

I just loved Sam! Did I like why he started hanging out with Val? Of course not, but he had his reasons and I honestly didn't blame him. He's a genuinely nice guy and Val knows she is lucky just to call him a friend. One theme in this book that is brought up over and over again is Val's lack of self esteem. She's a gorgeous, curvy woman who developed at a young age and was shamed because of it. She's carried that shame with her basically her whole life and because of it she thinks there is no way that Sam could ever like a girl like her. And I loved how much Sam did to prove her wrong. And boy did he prove her wrong!

To go back to the whole "Val developing at an early age" thing. I was one of those girls. And while I didn't get shamed as bad Val, I definitely got picked on, so I related to her. I found myself crying at these moments that probably seemed insignificant to most people but I couldn't help but think "Yes! I know how that feels! I feel seen!" 

Before I go I want to say one more thing. There's a scene in the book where Sam is giving Val a blowjob lesson and I swear to you, I broke down while reading it. And I was on Amtrak. There is just something about Staci's writing that tugs at my heart strings. Maybe it was the fact that Sam was so patient and the absolute sweetest to Val or maybe it was because that was the moment that Val realized that she was sexy as hell. All I know is that whole scene was ridiculously sexy and extremely romantic scenes in the whole dang book. And that's taking into consideration Sam's excellent grovelling scene and the amazing epilogue.

Thank you Staci for giving us Val and Sam. And for once again making me cry on public transportation. While reading a blowjob scene. 




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.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

COVER REVEAL: Player by Staci Hart



Player, an all-new sexy, standalone romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is coming October 11th! 


Player by Staci Hart
Publishing Date: October 11, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Photographer: Periwinkle Photographer



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.


Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2PwVrfH





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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