Piece of Work, an all-new sexy and hilarious romance from Staci Hart, is available NOW!
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.
✯✯4 Full Pieced Stars!!!✯✯
Staci Hart is magic!! Her writing sucks me in with every book she writes. Piece of Work was no different. And, like her previous books Staci does her homework to get her facts straight.
Rin has gotten an internship at the Met. She’s worked hard to get it and she’s gotten the references from some important people. Rin hopes she can go and make everyone proud.
Rin is of mixed heritage and being half Korean she’s extremely tall. But, she’s use to being invisible to those around her and Rin’s perfectly OK with that. Until she walks into the Met and both the curator Court and his evil assistant Bianca throw her a look of disgust ESP Bianca.
Rin tries to not let the looks bother her. But, when a misunderstanding with Bianca happens, Rin’s not sure she can do this. Luckily for her she’s got the best friends/roommates in the world. They take her clothes shopping at a place that specializes for tall women with her body type. Rin puts on her new clothes and the bright bold red lipstick on that their weekly waitress insists every woman should have and heads to work. Rin was totally unprepared for what happened next. But, she did know she was tired of being invisible and was ready to be seen and heard.
Court is the curator of the Met and he takes his job seriously. He’s been working on the upcoming exhibit for months now. The only thing that’s missing is Michelangelo’s David. The curator at the museum he’s at in Italy is making it difficult for him to get him for the duration of the exhibit.
When Bianca didn’t give the intern proper, clear instructions he was mad at first. Then, he looked it over and he was impressed at what she looked up and gave him ideas he didn’t think of before.
Court plans of sitting down with the intern (who he cant remember her name) when she comes in. But, when she came in he was shocked. She was dressed differently and her red lips. As drawn to her as he was Court had one rule in his life. No coworkers! He’d been burned bad before and he’ll never do that again.
Court plans of having Rin do certain research and they discuss it before days end. Court tells himself it’s just business but deep down he knows Rin is different. But, when he accuses her of using him for her gain, she flips. Proving his first instinct right. Then, he kisses her and regrets it and runs away.
The more time Court and Rin spend together the harder it is for them both to keep their feelings straight and minds on track. Court’s back and forth thinking/acting is messing them both up. When they both have to go to Italy things definitely change. But, when they comeback that’s when things can get complicated. ESP when Court’s boss, his father is always out to ruin him by trying to prove crazy things.
I couldn’t put this down! One minute I wanted to smack Court and then the next wanted to strip him down and let him take me anyway he wanted. And, Rin I adored! I loved watching her go from a shy, timid girl who was afraid to speak and only spoke when spoken too and then who she became. She turned into this fierce woman, somebody who stopped letting people walk all over her. She was fantastic!
I’m hoping and praying Staci gives Rin’s friends their own stories. Because, these girls deserve their own HEA like they helped Rin get.
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Excerpt: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.
About the AuthorStaci 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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