Piece of Work, an all-new sexy standalone romance from Staci Hart, is NOW LIVE!
Title: Piece of Work
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 17, 2018
Cover Designer: Staci Hart
Photographer: Perriwinkle Photography
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.
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Piece of Work was a unique, beautiful, emotional, and oh so sexy standalone romantic comedy, and I absolutely adored it! The storyline and characters were phenomenal, and I loved Staci Hart’s writing style and sense of humor. She created a real masterpiece with Piece of Work, and I honestly loved every moment from beginning to end!
Court and Rin were amazing, and I loved them and their story with all of my heart. I loved their personalities and sizzling chemistry together, and how their relationship progressed throughout for the most part. I loved reading the book from both Court and Rin’s POV, and most of their banter and interactions with each other. Court took a little while to warm up to, but once I did I really loved him. Rin was sweet, smart, hardworking, and I felt an instant connection with her. Even though she was a tall girl, a lot taller than the average woman, I felt like she had the same thoughts, feelings, and insecurities as most women do, which made her extremely lovable and relatable. Court and Rin both had their pros and cons, but I loved them to pieces and won’t forget them or their story any time soon. It certainly wasn’t always an easy journey, and there were plenty of rough patches along the way, but all of the ups and downs were completely worth it in the end. Piece of Work was a sexy, mind-blowing, and endlessly entertaining rom com masterpiece from start to finish, and I was truly ecstatic with the conclusion to Court and Rin’s story. It was absolutely perfect and better than I ever imagined.
Piece of Work was an incredibly unique, sexy, and beautiful standalone romantic comedy, and I would HIGHLY recommend it! Staci Hart blew me away with this book, and I was so freaking happy with the outcome to Court and Rin’s story. Staci Hart is an immensely talented author, and even though I’m fairly new to her, she has quickly become a top favorite, and I am so excited to devour more of her books!
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
He smirked and flipped up his sunglasses.
“You’re early,” I clipped.
“I would have had my assistant text you, but she’s currently bedridden.”
“You could have texted me.”
“I didn’t have your number,” he said simply.
His eyes shifted to look behind me, and I turned to find my friends standing me in a row with my suitcase in front of them, my messenger bag on top, and fake smiles on all their faces, lips together, their judgment about as quiet as a foghorn.
“These your roommates?”
“Yup,” was all I said as I turned and took my suitcase, hugging each of them down the line with promises to text when we landed. And then I turned to Court, rolling my suitcase in front of me like like a riot shield.
I tried to pick it up to carry it over the threshold, but it was heavy, and before I could get far, he’d swept it out of my hands like it was a loaf of bread and not fifty pounds of mascara and shoes.
I waved at my friends, who offered encouraging smiles and hand gestures, and I closed that door, immediately regretting every decision I’d made to bring me to the moment I turned around.
He stood at the door to the backseat, holding it open for me like a gentleman, which I knew he was not. But the look on his face of regret and deference, under the hard shell of his brooding, was almost too much to bear.
So I did the only thing I could.
I ignored him.
I ignored his gorgeous lips as they tilted and the sleek cut of his jaw as I walked past him. I ignored the sight of his long legs as he climbed in next to me and the smell of him that made me want to grab him by the lapels of his jacket and bury my nose in his chest.
The driver took off, and I busied myself in my bag, looking for my headphones and book.
His eyes were on me. I pretended like I didn’t notice.
“You’re not wearing lipstick,” he stated.
Headphones, headphones, headphones. “It’s an international flight, Court. Of course I’m not wearing red lipstick for a ten hour flight.”
A pause. “Rin, I—”
Aha! I popped in my earbuds the second they were in hand.
His lips flattened, his face unamused. Rin, his lips said, but I smiled and shrugged, pointing to my ears.
“Noise canceling,” I said way too loud.
His chest rose and fell with a sigh I couldn’t hear—I’d already turned on music, a playlist we’d built the night before geared toward resisting douchery and unwanted-slash-totally-wanted advances—and he reached into his own bag, a leather affair at his feet, his hand disappearing into the bag and reappearing with a book, which he handed to me.
He watched me with his expression shrouded as I paused, my eyes on the offered book. An image of Penitent Magdalene by Tintoretto filled the cover, and I met his eyes, pulling my earbuds out by the cord.
“I thought you could use this. For your proposal,” he said, giving nothing away. “I…A colleague of mine wrote it, so if you have any questions, I can connect you. If you want.”
I took it from his hand, surprised and disarmed. “Thank you,” was all I said. He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but closed it, and with a nod, he reached back into his bag for his own book. Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake.
I put my earbuds back in place, trying not to bite my lip, but it found its way between my teeth despite the effort at the sight of him sitting there, dressed like that, reading Margaret Atwood. After giving me a thoughtful gift, a book he knew I would want, one I would need for my dissertation.
Court Lyons made about as much sense to me as a scrambled up Rubik’s Cube.
I leaned against the door as I flipped through his gift, doing my best to sort through the rush of questions and confusion as Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s sang about being cheated by the opposite of love. And I found I knew exactly the feeling.
About the Author
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.