Piece of Work, Staci Hart – Book Review

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Piece of Work, an all-new sexy and hilarious romance from Staci Hart, is available NOW!

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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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*ARC received as a part of a blog tour. The thoughts are entirely my own and in no way biased.*

Piece of Work follows the love story between Rin, a student on an internship at the Met before she starts working on her PhD dissertation and her boss, Court. They’re both passionate about art and bond over their mutual appreciation of it. They start seeing each other soon after Rin starts working at the Met, but Court is unable to lay his demons to rest and move forward with her in a way they both want to, which obviously, is the cause of a lot of misunderstandings between them. Will Court ever be able to look past his fears and be with her is the question.

What I love most about this book is the presence of art. And musuems. I love them both and the backdrop for this story was absolutely perfect. It’s so amazing, I couldn’t help love it immediately.

I really like Rin. She’s an awkward, tall, Korean – American girl who’s learnt to blend into the shadows so that people don’t see her. But, since she’s started working at the musuem, the reactions of Bianca, her direct supervisor, and their boss, Court, make her rethink her stance on the whole ‘I’m better of unseen’ thing she’s got going on. So, with the help of her friends and a personal shopper, she gives herself a makeover. It’s so nice to see how she comes into her own, how she gains poise and confidence as the story unfolds and all of it started with her putting on red lipstick to go to work. The story doesn’t say how it’s nevesaary to wear make-up to be confident or good at your job, but it shows how that little change sparks a difference in Rin’s life. The concept of feminism. Is explained so amazingly in this, especially with regards to Rin’s choice to put on makeup and I love it! Rin is smart and stubborn and headstrong and she doesn’t give up easily. I really like her and how she stands up for herself, especially in front of her bosses.

Then, there’s Court. I really sympathized with him because what happened in his previous relationship was not something you can get over easily, but I didn’t like how he became so jaded and started accusing Rin of doing the same to him and how she was only interested in his affluent and impressive and wealthy family name and not him. Granted, he soon learnt his mistake and apologized to her, but it still struck me the wrong way that he just assumed she didn’t have good intentions to begin with, without any fault of her own. Every time their relationship moved forward, Court would get scared and take two steps back and frankly, after sometime, it got annoying. I know he was scared and he didn’t want to hurt Rin, but he was doing it anyway by being so indecisive what he actually wanted. His heart was in the right place all the time and he really cared about Rin, even fell in love with her, but he didn’t do anything about it till the very end, when he had plenty opportunities before. He just kept clinging on to what had happened in his past and though he acknowledged that Rin was nothing like his previous girlfriend, he still didn’t try to take a step forward, too hell bent on protecting his heart. That’s what made the maddest. Like, he was just running around in circles and I really wanted him to come to grips with the situation a lot sooner than he did.

I really enjoyed the portrayal of lasting friendships in this one. I mean, all of Rin’s friends are absolutely awesome and I really love how they had her back throughout everything that happened and how they encouraged her and supported her in everything she did.

All in all, a really fun read with a few swoony and heart-warming moments sprinkled along the way.


He smirked and flipped up his sunglasses.
Bastard.
“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.
“Oh.”
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.

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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One Baby Daddy, Meghan Quinn – Blog Tour

“What are you doing now that your team is out of the running for the Stanley Cup?”

Forget.

I need to forget. I need an escape.

Only one person isn’t falling for my reputation as the NHL’s Golden Boy; she captured my attention the minute she called me out for snooping through my best friend’s house. She didn’t want to hear my reason–she only wanted to playfully give me a hard time.

Adalyn is bold, sassy–and the perfect escape.

She’s everywhere. In town and in my dreams, and suddenly I need to spend every waking moment with her.

And I do, making this summer the best off-season I’ve ever had.

But in the midst of getting lost in Adalyn, what I don’t expect is to get her pregnant.

And what I definitely don’t expect is having to fight for her affection.

“Would you mind zipping up the back of my dress?” She walks toward me, her flowery scent floating in my direction, spiking my yearning into overdrive.

“Uh, yeah . . . sure.”

She turns around, and looks over her shoulder. The back of her dress is completely open, the zipper undone to just above the curve of her beautifully round ass.

Shit, all that smooth, tan skin, covered by nothing but the velvety fabric of the dress. Is she wearing underwear? She’s not wearing a bra and I see no panty line.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “Are you wearing underwear, Adalyn?”

From over her shoulder, she smiles shyly. “Yes, it’s small though.”

Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?

Not being able to stop myself, I take a second to float my fingertips up her spine. From the initial touch, her back arches and a small gasp releases from her lips, but before I can think about stopping, she melts into my touch. Stepping closer, I place my hand on the back of her hip, my thumb pressing into her ass while the other hand explores the bare expanse of her back. Her head falls to my shoulder. Her lips part, and when I snake to the front of her dress, her breath hitches.

Eyes closed, I take in ragged breaths, my fingers inching closer and closer to her front, my cock painfully hard.

It’s been so goddamn long—and being with Adalyn has only spurred on my need—but I want to make sure we’re in a good place before we commit to anything. I want to make sure she’s ready emotionally because the minute I bury myself deep inside her, I know there will be no turning back. She will be mine forever.

But maybe for now, I can just have a little touch . . .

My cock pressed against her butt, she expertly grinds her backside into me, her hands moving to my neck, pulling my head down to hers. I kiss the side of her neck, using the hand that’s gripping her hips to guide her with her grinding in just the right place.

Fuck, that feels good.

I grunt, the sound vibrating over her sleek neck. My hand on her stomach, she arches wanting more of my touch, silently asking me to move north.

And I fucking comply. Inch by slow inch, I guide my hand to just below her breasts. When I halt my pursuit, a displeased groan escapes her.

“Hayden, please.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to find the willpower. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, spurring me on as she turns her head and finds my lips.

She kisses me.

Hot.

Wet.

Needy.

Her lips gliding across mine, her tongue diving into my mouth, her moans are vocal and sexy. Her delicious ass, pressing, grinding, undulating against my rock-hard cock makes me want to do so much more, makes me want to taste so much more.

Moving my hand higher, my fingertips graze the bottom of her breast. Soft. Round. Smooth. I caress her right below her nipple, never touching, just teasing . . . tempting.

Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.

Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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xo, Zach, Kendall Ryan – Blog Tour

 

 

The first time we met was at a party.

 
Your ex arrived to show off the person he’d left you for last month, and you asked me to pretend to be your date.

 
I was more than happy to help. You were attractive, smart and witty–and that kiss we shared? It left me wanting you for days.

 
The second time we met was in my office on campus where we were both surprised to discover you were the new master’s degree student in poetry that I would be working with. You promised to be professional. I did no such thing.

 
The late nights and intense study sessions spent alongside you majorly throw me off my game. I want you, and I fight with myself daily over this fact.

 
I know I’m crass, that my sexual innuendos and dirty mouth annoy you, but I live for those two bright spots of color in your cheeks. If that’s the only reaction I can get out of you, I’ll gladly take it.

 
You hate Mondays so every Monday I slip an anonymous poem into your bag and your smile gets me through the week.

 
I think I’m falling for you, and I know it’s wrong. I know that I’m only supposed to be your adviser and nothing more, but here’s the thing. I think you’re falling for me too.

 
xo, Zach

 

*ARC received as a part of a blog tour. The thoughts are entirely my own and in no way biased.*

First things, first. I absolutely adore this story. So very much. It’s swoony and romantic and hot and sexy as hell, all at once. It was such a pleasure to read this and I enjoyed every second of this book!
The story follows Zach & Poppy, two people who fall in love in unexpected circumstances and how they overcome their problems to stay together.

Poppy is a great lead. I adore her. She hasn’t had the easiest life and there’s stuff that she’s still dealing with in terms of money, but she’s doing her best. I like how she busts her ass off to do what she needs to do and she doesn’t whine about it. When other college students are getting drunk and partying, she’s working. But, she doesn’t complain or behave like her life is shitty or she could do so much better. She makes do with what she has and does what she has to do without complaints. I really admire that about her. Of course, the fact that she’s a poetess and absolutely loves reading are other brownie points which make me love her even more. She’s smart as hell and she’s focused, determined and driven. She’s really compassionate and sweet. She’s definitely not a pushover and she stands up for herself and doesn’t take shit from others. I think I admire that the most about her.

 
Then, there’s Zach, who’s absolutely swoony. Yes, he’s a little crude and makes no apologies about who he is, but he’s also a closeted romantic who slips love poems to Poppy every chance he gets. His poetry is really enchanting and I was left really mesmerized by how he poured his feelings in such beautiful words. He’s really passionate about his work, too. He’s been working on a novel, which I love, and he works as an advisor at a university, which is how he and Poppy start interacting regularly. He’s thoughtful and generous and is always finding new ways to show Poppy how much he adores and respects her. But, most of all, I LOVE how he’s big on consent. When his and Poppy’s sexual relationship developed, he never did a single thing without asking. He never assumed, he never went with the flow. If he wanted it, he asked for it and he respected Poppy when she said no. He didn’t try to pressure her or force her into anything she wasn’t ready for. It sent such a huge message for positive sex and consent that I just had to close the book and revel in that feeling before I could continue.

 
The secondary characters in the book are just as funny, but I think my favourite is Zach’s mom. She lacks a filter and will absolutely say everything on her mind. She doesn’t even mind discussing her son’s sex life with her supposed girlfriend in front if her son. Yeah, she’s the over sharing type. But, she is who she is and she doesn’t try to hide it or tame herself down. I love that about her. She doesn’t think she needs to hide who she is for people to like her. She loud, boisterous, foul mouthed and proud of it. I LOVE THAT.

 
Overall, this was such a great read with all these amazing characters and a beautiful plot and I loved every minute of this story. It is definitely something that I’d recommend to romance fans because it’s so good!

 

 

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A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She’s a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she’s appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.

 

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Three Blind Dates, Meghan Quinn – Blog Tour

We’re celebrating the release of THREE BLIND DATES by Meghan Quinn! ONE-CLICK your copy TODAY!

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“Good Morning Malibu, it’s another beautiful day on the west coast! I’m Noely Clark, your host: and I’m in the market for love…”

When the publicity team of the new local restaurant, Going in Blind, began their search for a hot, local celebrity to promote the wildly popular eatery, they couldn’t have found a better person than me.

Outgoing? Check.

Single? Check.

Open to finding love? Check.

I signed up immediately.

A hopeless romantic with an exceedingly demanding schedule, I’ve found it impossible to find the man of my dreams—so Going in Blind seems too good to be true! That’s until they start setting me up on dates—three very different, very attractive, very distinct blind dates—and only one thing is for certain . . .

I’m in big trouble.

Good Morning Malibu,

I’m Noely Clark, and I have a choice to make.

The question is who will I choose; the suit, the rebel, or the jock.

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