Une magnifique couverture qui m'avait tapée dans l'œil. Un résumé qui avait piqué à vif ma curiosité. Alors comment ne pas céder à une telle tentation ? Un univers que je découvre et pour une première rencontre c'est un coup de foudre livresque !
Il faut dire qu' avec une grande finesse Staci Hart nous là l'une de ces délicieuses et exaltantes lectures qui vous laissent en permanence le sourire aux lèvres et qui vous fassent ressentir une myriade de papillons virevoltant dans notre ventre. Une fois ma lecture commencée, j'étais tellement subjuguée par l'histoire et les personnages qu'il m'a été impossible de m'arrêter. Et quand arrive la fin, c'est l'euphorie la plus totale !
Que dire des protagonistes, Val & Sam ? Un duo haut en couleurs qui va vous surprendre à bien des niveaux. Elle est une musicienne au grand talent mais surtout une grande force de caractère indépendante. Mais quand il s'agit des hommes, elle manque carrément de confiance en elle. Lui aussi est un musicien. C'est même un joueur de contrebasse hors pair. Mais c'est surtout un séducteur né qui ne fait pas dans les relations amoureuses. Mais il aura suffit d'une proposition anodine pour que que leur relation prenne un tout autre tournant...
Comment dire ? Cela faisait bien longtemps que je ne m'étais pas autant amusée avec un duo de genre ! C'est simple j'ai adoré chaque moment passé auprès d'eux. Que cela soit leur musique, la danse, leurs répliques hyper marrantes, la profondeur de leur sentiments et même leur jeu de séduction. Chacun à leur façon va réussir à faire ressortir le meilleur de l'autre.
En bref... C'est mon premier romance de Staci Hart et cela ne sera pas mon dernier ! " Player " est une vraie bouffée d'air frais ! C'est amusant, touchant, torride et tellement réconfortant. Une magnifique romance feeling good qui vous envoûtera dès les premières pages, qui vous fera vibrer intensément, qui fera un bien fou à votre moral et qui est bien évidement à savourer sans modération...
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.
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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