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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.


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Player

Staci Hart

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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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Excerpt

He chuckled softly. Now his fingers were at the nape of my bare neck. “I like your hair like this. I love to see this curve. Here,” he said, trailing those damnable fingers down the stem of my neck to the point where it met my shoulder. “And I love the magnolia,” he said, running a petal of the flower behind my ear between his thumb and forefinger. “It kisses your ear right here, right where I’ve wanted to kiss all night.”

Before I could speak, he did just that. His mouth closed over my earlobe, his tongue wet and dexterous as he sucked. I went limp in his arms, my eyes fluttering closed with a sigh.

“God, how do you do that?” I muttered.

He hummed from deep in his chest, the sound so close to a moan, my body responded in every erogenous zone I had, plus a few I hadn’t known existed.

His lips moved down my neck. “What’s our first lesson?” he asked between kisses. “Tell me what you want to know.”

I wondered how I was supposed to answer with his face buried in my neck. “Everything,” was all I could manage.

Another hum, this one edging on a growl. His hips rolled into mine to press his hard length against a very, very sensitive part of me.

“When you say things like that, I want to touch you everywhere,” he said as his hand skimmed my collarbone, then down to the curve of my breast. “Here,” he said, his thumb brushing my nipple once before his hand moved down my ribs, down my stomach, to the aching point between my thighs. “Here,” he said, cupping my sex once, gently, that thumb brushing my clit too softly before his hand moved on, skating to the outside of my thigh. He hitched it just a little, settling himself between my legs again.

I was covered in goosebumps, my body shivering against his and my breath trembling. “When you say things like that, I want to let you touch anywhere you want.”

He lifted my chin as he came in for another kiss. “Don’t tempt me, or I’ll make you come right here.”

I smiled, blinking slowly up at him. “I can’t.”

It was Sam’s turn to blink, but his was from confusion rather than drunk from kisses. “Can’t what? Let me?”

“No—I can’t come. No one’s ever been able to do it other than me.”

With a laugh, he kissed me. “You’ve been dating the wrong guys, Valentina. You just need someone who knows what they’re doing.”

My eyes rolled involuntarily. “That’s what they all say. My body just doesn’t work that way.”

His smile shifted, his eyes hardening along with the boa constrictor in his pants. “You can have an orgasm, which means I can give you one. In fact,” he said with a shift of his hips that had me slow blinking again, “I could make you come right here, right now, in less than three minutes. And I wouldn’t even have to take your panties off.”

Now it was me who was laughing. “Sam, you’re crazy. We’re in public, and I’ve literally never—oh.”

His hand—oh my God, his hand—had trailed up my thigh and under my skirts, not stopping until his fingertips were skimming the length of my center and his thumb was pressed against my clit.

My hand slithered from the back of his neck to cup his jaw. “Sam,” I whispered desperately as he stroked me.

His forehead touched mine, his lips millimeters away. “Shh—clock’s ticking.”

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I am so excited to read this book!!!! Staci is one of my favourite authors. I love the humour in her books, the way she can take a classic tale and give it a modern day spin and the scenes that can leave you blushing. This excerpt was steamy and you can literally feel the chemistry between Valentina and Sam pouring off the page. I cannot wait to dive into this amazing book, Thank you for this amazing chance!!!! I don’t have any of Staci’s books in paperback and I would love to have Player on my bookshelf!!!

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