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…
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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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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 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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Player took me by surprise. A pretend relationship filled with a hint of unrequited love, a recipe for disaster for both main characters, but it gave them so much more. I needed fun and sexiness and I got it for sure. But it wasn’t that part that won me over it, it was the author’s who managed to give me one of greatest feelings, to make me feel good.
My face hurts so bad from all the smiling and swooning from Sam and Val, the banter and chemistry off the charts and the hotness in here… damn I.was.sold!
Val had some self-confident issues, and when she met Sam, or literally asked him for a date, everything just changed. That woman has no filter, a breath of fresh air with this innocence and natural beauty that she wasn’t aware of. She had girlfriends who were just hilarious, a tight-knit group that was terribly endearing and engaging. I so wanted to be their friend as well.
Sam… I totally understand what the fuss is about. Oh my, le freaking sigh. He might seemed to be honest when it came to his non relationship rule, pretty popular and his reputation of being a player preceded him. In spite of all, you could sense that he preserved some parts of himself that only Val would see.
I enjoyed seeing Val being more confident, in control. Sam’s persistence and determination to show how beautiful she was inside and out melt my heart. However, I would have love to see Val to take ownership of that feeling. It was just a little glitch to me. But I am just picky there.
Anyway, I could go on about all the things I loved, from the characters to the banter. It was effortless to fall in love with them. I’ve been transported by the characters’ passionate side about music. I laughed to their antics, following Sam and Val’s sweet and sexy symphony. One of the best rom com I’ve ever read this year so far.
I totally understood what all the fuss was about! Staci Hart totally got me there, from the beginning to the end! Can’t wait to read more about these endearing characters!