Friday 18 May 2018

Blog Tour, Review & Excerpt ~ Piece of Work by Staci Hart


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


Book Description:

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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Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***

“Bodies could be satisfied easily. Minds couldn’t. And hearts were impossible to slake.”

Piece of Work is another great read from Staci Hart, with her trademark humour, a romance to die for and a little angst thrown in for good measure. I loved the setting of this book, the museum, curation and all that goes with it. Staci Hart must have done a lot of research for this book and I loved the learning aspect, in fact turning to Google a few times to immerse myself even further.

“In his defense…you really do look hot in that skirt. I’d finger you in front of Jesus any day of the week.”

Our heroine is an extremely tall, uncomfortable in her skin graduate who has taken her internship at the Met. The culmination of her wildest dreams and the internship that her peers all covet. Rin is extremely intelligent, studious and a little bit of a nerd, but her lack of self confidence is what really holds her back. Over six feet tall, she hides all her womanly features under baggy men’s clothes and jeans that barely reach her ankles. With legs that go on for days, they may be attractive, but finding clothes is a bitch. Rin feels intimidating with her height and is intimidated by what everyone else thinks about her and so the meek, timid and shy Rin was born.

“It’s your mind I’m addicted to just as equally as your body.”

Our hero is an influential man at the Met. The son of the museum president and a prestigious curator in his own right. Court is extremely professional in everything he does, has huge aspirations and wants to make a name for himself in his own right, not just as his father’s son. As far as his personal life is concerned, he has been burned and burned badly and he never mixes work with pleasure, however, he didn’t bet on Rin…at least not Rin mark two.

“The man is a giant. A gorgeous, horrible giant in a suit and a scowl.”

I adored Rin from the very beginning, the nerd we all love, but it was her lack of confidence and her penchant for clumsiness that made her all the more relatable and adorkable. The way what she sees in the mirror is far apart from what everyone else does and she just needed that little kick to let the real Rin out and a tube of red lipstick of course. With a bunch of roomies that all had her back, after her disastrous first impression they made sure she had all the ammunition she needed to turn it on its head.

“Trust. Such a simple word, one that I’d once believed might save me. If he trusted me, maybe he could love me. If I trusted him, maybe I wouldn’t feel so lost.”

I loved the relationship that Rin and Court had. Although it took the more confident Rin to really gain his attention, it was her brain that first got her noticed. I loved that this was not just about appearances but what they had in common and how they complemented each other in every way. How their intelligence and their brains are what sparked first and their bodies soon caught up, despite the forbidden aspect.

This was a quick read for me and I couldn’t put it down. Loved it.


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:

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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