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Friday, May 18, 2018

Blog Tour/Review ♥ Piece of Work by Staci Hart ♥


Piece of Work, an all-new sexy and hilarious romance from Staci Hart, is available NOW!

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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 A Review by Wendy

 4.5 More Than Expected Stars
* * * *1/2  
Spoiler Free 

Think about this...Hyorin Van de Meerjust landed the highly coveted internship at the Met! This is what she had been working towards. Her entire academic experiences had focused on European Paintings research. Rin submitted the necessary kudos from professors and mentors resulting with the Met deciding she was The One.

Now with all of the excitement and anticipation of this huge opportunity, Rin was now in front of the museum and will be meeting those she will be working with. As she looked at the regal woman in her designer clothes walking towards her, Rin realized she made a mistake...


Because Rin was dressed in her normal research clothes... clothes that worked on Harvard's campus. Clothes that allowed her to disappear and not be noticed... because being noticed never worked out in Rin's favor.

As a product of Dutch and Korean heritage, somehow Rin's body never felt like it worked in-sync... limbs and arms too long, feeling like there were obstacle courses waiting to trip her up...and they usually did. Also as graduate student, who had money for fancy clothes that never seemed to fit right. Being six feet tall, clothes were a challenge and time spent researching art was more important than researching well fitting clothes.

So there Rin stood, once again, feeling like she wished she was invisible. Yet, Rin knew she belonged in the Met with this internship. She had the knowledge and the goods. She had been looked at before with the type of disdain her supervisor showed. She moved forward and noted what she would need to do in order to do her position.

Dr. David Lyons is close to having his personal dream come true. He has been working endlessly to bring all of the most accomplished Fine Art pieces together under one event like no other. He has acquired the loans of most of these works with the show's main focus of Michelangelo's David still out of reach.

This is the reason for the show... David in all his 17 foot glory somehow captured this man long ago during his studies in Florence. He looked into the eyes, felt the carved marble and a connection, a calling was established... they not only shared the same name, he felt they shared the same soul.

He has done almost everything he can to bring this work to the Met. Unfortunately, the Florence Museum Curator has decided no.

But things for David haven't ever been easy. His father, a powerhouse in the Museum World and head of the Met, had played fast and loose with his relationships... dating back to David's mother. His father welded power and wealth with no one immune to his whims. Even his son was just collateral damage...and the scars from that experience had changed David...
Not Loving meant no hurt. A Lesson learned well.

These two people literally collide and both of their lives will never be the same. Rin is tongue-tied and can barely speak in front of this man. He is a human work of sculpted art. Each time during her first days, she does her assignments given from the snooty supervisor. David reads her work and is shocked with the details, intelligence, whit and insight. She intrigues him and wants to know more.

Rin goes home to her posse... women who met at college and stayed friends throughout. They all live together in a beautiful brownstone bought by a family member who invented something that was sold on TV. When these women band together to assist Rin with her wardrobe woes...a butterfly emerges.

It's not so much as she needed these items... well she did...It was that she was finally taught how to dress her magnificent body...allowing her to catch up with the brilliance of her mind.

Amazing what a well fit pencil skirt, silk blouse and heels can do... topped off with a perfect red lipstick. Rin found her strength and stopped worrying about people looking at she was the one in control causing it. It was a freeing experience.

This new woman, this confident person walks into the Met and this time David sees her - granted same woman...but then again, her confidence was the difference which caused him to fall to his knees metaphorically.

This book is extremely layered and there is so much more then the humor, romance and HEA. I found the relationship, forbidden, dangerous and hot at the same time. David is not the most user friendly boss...and his desire for Rin was something he had difficulty keeping at bay...

There was angst, hot, hot times, incredible art and the whole environment of the Met. Also very savvy, smart scenes about intrigue...and the way both characters had to figure out what was important for them to be who they needed to be.

Rin was someone to admire...even when she felt she made a mistake... her inner strength was at her core. David had a lot to work out and when he realized his foolish behavior...He worked it out.

This was my first Staci Hart read but will not be my last. She laid enough groundwork for us to want Rin's posse to get their own books. I have a sneaky feeling we might be learning more about those women...fingers crossed.
A gifted copy was provided by author for an honest review.
He smirked and flipped up his sunglasses.


“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.


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.
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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