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.
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Staci Hart is extraordinarily talented and always writes the best stories, and she has quickly become a top favorite author! Player was a fun, sexy, swoon-worthy standalone romantic comedy, and I absolutely loved it! The storyline and characters were amazing, and I loved the author’s writing style and sense of humor. I have dearly loved everything I’ve read from Staci Hart so far, and I can’t wait to devour more!
The storyline was wonderful and I enjoyed it very much. Staci Hart creates fun and unique storylines you can’t help but love, and the concept for Player was amazing. I loved how she incorporated music and several other aspects into the plot. There were a few parts I didn’t love, and others that were a little predictable, but otherwise Player was an entertaining read from beginning to end.
The characters were excellent. Sam and Val were kind, funny, compassionate, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with them and their story. I loved Sam and Val’s personalities and smoking HOT chemistry together, and how their relationship progressed throughout. I loved reading Player from both Sam and Val’s point of view, and all of their banter and interactions with each other. Most of the secondary characters, with the exception of one, were amazing as well, and I very much enjoyed their addition to the story. Sam and Val’s journey was fun, fresh, and unique, but they had some difficult moments too. However, Staci Hart healed my heart in the end and gave me the conclusion I desperately wanted for these two, and I’d couldn’t have been happier.
Player was another unique, sexy, funny, and swoon-worthy romantic comedy hit from Staci Hart, and I would HIGHLY recommend it! I’ve truly adored every standalone in the Red Lipstick Coalition series so far, and I’m so excited for the next one, Booked!
ARC received in change for an honest review.
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 Staci Hart
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.