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.
4 Star Review by Ashley
Be still my heart. Piece of Work was just the book I needed. There are not enough words to describe the amount of feel goodness I experienced while reading. Staci Hart wove a tale that was sweet, angsty and sexy.
I LOVED Rin so so much (and her circle of equally strong willed women). She was intelligent and resourceful. But the best part was watching her grow, come into her own. Be seen and heard. Shed her beige and become vibrant, shining red. That's not to say Court was bad because he wasn't. He was actually pretty great even if he was a bit aloof and disconnected (at first anyway). But that didn't last long at all. Oh no...all it took was one look at Rin's new look to have him second guessing everything he thought he knew about the intern. And his own rules.
That's not to say it was easy going for them. Far from it. The back and forth between Rin and Court had me shaking my head more than once. But secrets have a way of catching up to you and theirs came back to bite them hard. Ugh- don't even get me started on Court's father or that Bianca. The one good thing they did was make Court realize what his true priorities were. Insert the swoon.
Court and Rin's journey took them around the world and back to the place they wanted to be- with each other. Piece of Work was full of Staci Hart's usual wit and charm but there was also this sense of empowerment that made me want to stand up, put on my heel, red lipstick and cheer.
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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