Review: Work in Progress by Staci Hart

 
Her fake husband is a Work In Progress… 

Work in Progress, an all-new romantic comedy from Staci Hart, is available now! 

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Synopsis:

I never thought my first kiss would be on my wedding day.

But here I stand, clutching a bouquet of pale pink roses behind the doors of a Las Vegas chapel, and at the end of the aisle is the absolute last man I imagined would be waiting for me.

Thomas Bane.

Bestselling author. Notorious bad boy. Savagely handsome, dark as sin, chiseled as stone. And somehow, my soon-to-be husband.

Marry him, and I’ll land my dream job. Save him, and I’ll walk away with everything I’ve ever wanted. All I have to do is remember it’s all for show. None of it is real, no matter how real it feels.

But first, I have to survive the kiss.

And with lips like his, I don’t stand a chance.

Review:

You know you are reading a great book when you really can't put it down even when you have something you have to do. That was this book. I am in the middle of moving and was taking a break at the new place to read a bit, but we had some people coming to pick up some things at the old place so we had to go meet them. And I was reading. And I didn't want to leave Amelia and Tommy! I wanted to just read them forever and ever. So, yeah, my husband had to really work to get me out the door as I couldn't put it down!

Amelia is part of the Red Lipstick Coalition, but recently there is just the two single ladies left as Rin and Val have both found love. Which is wonderful for them, but Amelia knows that is not likely to happen to her. She will end up alone in her house once her friends move out and on with their lives. She can hardly talk to other people, doesn't like going out alone in public, she is a shy blogger who has never been kissed. I loved Amelia so much! She is such a sweetheart. Her heart is so huge and she would do anything for someone if she could. Gah! I loved her. She has her talking issue, usually can't around new people, but she can stand up for herself when need be. She can stand up for what she believes and it was fun to watch. So shy, but so strong. 

Tommy was also amazing. He is a famous author who is known to date all these models and stuff, but is that who he really is? He was a sweetheart too. As soon as he meets Amelia he knows he needs her, only he thinks it is just to help him write. How quickly that changes though. He was wonderful with her and the two of them together were amazing. I seriously loved how sweet he was and how he never ever pressured Amelia to move quicker than she was ready. He knows she is not very experienced so he is happy to wait forever because she means that much to him. Oh, I love love loved them together!

Now I will say when I started reading I knew they would get married for some reason that is not that they are in love, but you don't get the why right out of the gate. I was sitting here reading and reading and just like when are they going to get married?!?! And why?!?! I need to know!!! I absolutely love the get married then fall in love with your fake partner thing. Love it. And when you add in Staci Hart writing it? Well you can't go wrong. This book was so sweet and cute and fun and swoony and I loved every minute of it. 

*Note: I received a free copy of this book for voluntary review consideration

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★1/2


Excerpt: 

The hall bathroom door opened, consequently stopping the earth’s orbit and flinging me into space for lack of gravity. 

Thomas Bane stepped out of the doorway in slow motion, propelled by a cloud of steam that licked at his glistening body like it wanted to taste him. His hair was black, wet, curling and dripping in rivulets down the planes and valleys of his expansive chest and abs and narrow hips. He had that thing, the trough of muscle bracketing his hips that caught sluicing water and carried it in an angle that would eventually reach that unknown terrain beneath his towel. I saw the ghost of that terrain, the long, cylindrical bulge that was substantial enough to clearly state its presence, even through the thick towel. 

He smirked, dragging his hand through his wet hair. I salivated, watching droplets of water roll down his forearm and collect on the tip of his erotic elbow. 

“You’re up,” he said. 

I blinked, not knowing when I’d set my coffee down or how many minutes—hours? years?—had passed in the time I spent ogling his body. 

He sauntered into the room like he wasn’t basically naked. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare at his knees, the place where his ropy thigh connected, the angular muscles of his calves, the curve of his ankle, the broad pad of his foot. 

He was perfectly proportioned. Michelangelo would have carved him twenty feet tall, and women would have worshipped at his perfect feet. 

Gus bounced when he saw Tommy, his toys forgotten. And when Gus took off running, Tommy stopped, eyes widening and hands splayed in front of him. 

“Gus, no,” he commanded. 

To no one’s surprise, Gus did not listen. He barked once, snagged the hem of Tommy’s towel, and whipped it off him in a single tug that exposed every inch of skin on Thomas Bane’s ridiculous body. 

Thank God my coffee was already on the counter. I’d have gotten third-degree burns. 

For a split second, Tommy was frozen there in all his natural glory, poised to run after his dog, his face drawn and eyes locked on the sweet, disobedient dog. He wasn’t paying any attention to me. 

I, however, gave him my full and undivided consideration. 

His thighs were a mass of muscle so hard and defined, the tops were planes that came to a notch at his knee and a point where it met his hip. My eyes caught that trough that had before disappeared and followed it where it pointed—straight to the thatch of dark hair and the member nestled there. 

The very thick, very long, mostly limp member. 

If I stared at it a second longer, I was going to faint—my vision was already dim, my pulse pumping so hard, I could feel it in my neck, at the back of which a cold sweat had broken. 

But he shifted to run after Gus, who was galloping away, trailing the towel behind him. 

“Dammit, Gus! Gimme that!” 

Then it was the back of him I saw, his hair, the streaming water rolling down all the curves of his shoulders, his back, the valley of his spine, and down to the most perfect ass I’d ever seen in real life. 

Well, the only ass I’d ever seen in real life that wasn’t my own, and even that I couldn’t get a good look at without a mirror. 

Seriously, that ass. That perfectly sculpted ass, round and tight and curved in the sides, shifting from one side to the other as he ran after the damn dog. My gaze caught a tattoo on one ass cheek, and I squinted at it, trying to make it out. 

Tommy bent to snag the end of the towel—I caught sight of his sack and almost dissolved through the floor in an acidic puddle of embarrassment—but when he pulled, Gus spun around, ass in the air and tail wagging as he growled, pulling back. 

A string of obscenities left Tommy’s mouth, but I was still gaping and staring at his ass. I realized that I was laughing. It sounded like someone else in a different room. 

I wondered absently if this was how it felt to have a stroke. 

About the Author:


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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