Player

Blurb:

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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My Review: 4 stars

Val is not a size two. She is not a fashion icon. She is a simple girl, who plays in the orchestra, who has a crush on a guy named Sam. A guy she thinks she would never have a chance with. Problem is every time she is around Sam, something goes wrong.

Sam plays in the orchestra with Val. He has noticed her, but he has never approached her. Why? Because she looks like the type of girl that does long-term and he never does long-term.

Insert Ian, Sam’s best-friend. Ian goes after what he wants and he wants Val. Sam doesn’t want him to go anywhere near Val. So they make a bet about Val (but I’m not telling you what the bet is).

What could go wrong? Possibly everything.

What if hearts get involved? What if the truth comes out? What if everything you though was wrong?

Staci knows how to write sweet, love stories. Stories that open your heart and show you that true love really does exist.

Buy Now!! 

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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.