Piece of Work by Staci Hart ~ Review & Excerpt!

Piece of Work by Staci Hart ~ Review & Excerpt!Also by this author: Tonic
Piece of Work by Staci Hart
ASIN: B07D211YBH
Published by Indie on May 17, 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Pages: 296
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four-stars

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, too.

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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.

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Review:

Piece of Work is a quick read that will easily suck you into a world of awkwardness, art appreciation and becoming a butterfly. Sounds weird when I put it like that but honestly, it all works together.

Rin just landed her dream internship, working at The Met. Learning, researching and art appreciation is in her wheelhouse but on her first day, she quickly finds out that she’s an outcast. Her handsome boss is cold and calculated and along with his assistant, think she won’t be an asset. So now she has to set off and prove them wrong. On top of that, she’s clumsy and masks her true beauty. She doesn’t mean to, she’s just never learned to embrace it.

When Rin decides to make a change to how she perceives herself, it’s like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly. Suddenly her clothes fit her long and lithe body. She’s embracing makeup. She’s embracing herself. Now, her boss can’t keep his eyes off of her and she wants them on her. There’s this magnetic pull about him that she can’t stay away from. Problem with that? Court has been hurt in the past and it causes him to be extremely guarded. Enough that he push and pulls at her and ends up treating her like crap and finally he’s pushed her too far.

I liked Piece of Work. It was an easy read not only because of the story but because the writing just flowed effortlessly. I will admit that it took me a while to like Rin. I get it. She was tall, lanky and considered awkward and understated but she was so meek at first that I had a hard time understanding her. I just wanted to scream at her and tell her to own her own beauty. But that’s the point right? Many of us struggle with our own self evaluation and while it’s easy for me to sit behind my kindle or the computer screen and get frustrated with Rin, the truth is that she represents most of us. All of us obsess with something that we don’t like and while we might not be as meek as she was, the point was to learn to love who you are and embrace it. Which is exactly what she did.

Now on to Court. Whew, he was an ass who commanded what he wanted and fell hard and fast. Despite not wanting to admit it. There’s always something about those type of assholes that just suck me in and Court had me melting just like Rin.

Overall, I enjoyed Piece of Work. I loved that besides romance, art was front and center and it brought out the part in me that loves and appreciates all forms of art. If you are looking for a quick read with push and pull romance that will ultimately makes you swoon, then Piece of Work is for you!

 

 

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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.

 

 

four-stars

About Staci Hart

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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