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Player
Staci Hart
October 11th 2018

 

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.

 

 

 

This is the second book by this author where I experience a personal issue with the way the story ist build – So it might actually be that this is not an author for me. While I loved the idea of the plot – the story building itself was more like an insta – well not love but more insta feral attraction – if I may say so.   While that might not be a bad thing in general – it is not something I desire when I read. Therfore this book was not for me…

 

 

 

 

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