Things are slow-going over here at Love in a time of Feminism. I, your Faerie Queen, am pulling myself together finally. Finally. (Although I’ve been told I’m trying to rush recovery, but oh well.) I’m slowly reading a bit more, and I’m trying to get back into blogging properly again.
So I’m here with a slightly belated cover reveal for Player by Staci Hart, a romantic comedy for those of you who love a reformed player!
The cover!
Does anyone else have a thing for freckles? I think of them as “skin constellations”… so pretty… I want to trace them…
About the book
Player
Release date: October 11th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Add to TBR: Goodreads
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.
About Staci Hart
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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