Player by Staci Hart
Genre: contemporary romance
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: October 11, 2018
Rating: ★★★★ 1/2
LAWD HELP ME BECAUSE SAM!
Val’s crush on Sam gets ridiculous every day but she knows nothing will ever come off of it. A man like Sam cannot be interested in someone like her. But then one day he is talking to her and suddenly he is her friend. Val knows she can’t have Sam but why not learn how to be better at dating from the professional himself?
She might regret it later but spending any time with Sam makes her heart beat wildly and she feels happier than she’s ever had. When it all ends, she’ll hurt but damn if that’ll stop her.
Okay so I am pretty much OBSESSED with Sam and his entire being. I adore how easily he smiled and loved and cherished. He’s a marshmallow that is soft and sweet and pure. Like sure he made a mistake but my man was hella tortured over it ALL THE TIME. He knew he was wrong and he did everything to set it right. Also, every time he talked about Val you could feel his entire life lighting up and IT WAS GLORIOUS. I just really love him and his love for music and Val. *cathartic screams of love*
Val is one amazing goddamn woman. I really adore her but my heart also hurt for her. I understand how hard it can be to love oneself specially when all you see are flaws. I love that she got a partner like Sam to help her and guide her into a place where she could see there was nothing wrong with her. I would have loved it more if she was the one who got there herself but still Val is an exceptional woman and I loved reading her journey.
This story had everything ; heart, mind, soul and passion. The way music is intertwined with the story is mind blowing. You can actually picture them dancing and signing and for me that was such a thrilling and important experience. I adore Staci and her stories with all my heart and I hope I get to read them forever.
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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.