REVIEW: Hot Shot by Staci Hart

 

OUR REVIEW:

We've been fans of Staci Hart since the wayyyy back times--the times of Hardcore and Hearts and Arrows and in every iteration of her work, we've found her to be a consistently good read. Whether we're cracking up at the hilarity of a situation or tearing up at the plight of a character, we can honestly say that we've always enjoyed her work. After a hiatus, she came back strong with a new series, Roseville Ramblers, and Hot Shot continues our fandom of Staci Hart's work and the worlds she builds. In this series we found ourselves in a small town in Tennessee and while there is that small time feel to it, it isn't rife with cliche after cliche; instead it just gives you this feel of comfort and familiarity while navigating the romance of Cass and Wilder. If you read the first book in this series, you'll recognize them both. You'll also recall that Wilder was in an interesting bind--how to tell Cass that they were still married?! Fortunately, you don't have to wait too long to see how he reveals that to her and just as quickly as she knows, a new and challenging conundrum arises. It's how they resolve this and the love that they really can't deny that takes up the vast majority of this novel and we think you're going to find it enormously pleasurable to read. Lots of fun, sexy, heartfelt moments that will have you turning the pages and smiling. And with the promise of our next couple in this series on the horizon, all we can do is hope that Staci Hart's fingers are flying across that keyboard.

Happy Reading!

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SYNOPSIS:

Never thought I’d agree to a marriage of convenience to my hot, firefighter ex boyfriend.
Especially after he casually informs me we’ve been married for ten years.

Ten years ago, Wilder and I were so in love that we got married in Vegas for one night only before leaving for college on different sides of the world. He was supposed to mail the annulment papers.

Problem is, he didn’t.
Worse? He didn’t tell me.
Not even when I came back to town to marry another man.

But now he needs my help, and I can’t say no. All I have to do is have to pretend in front of the whole town like we’re married. Hold hands. Kiss. Not throw myself at him when he looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.

My body might remember him, but the rest of me isn’t ready. Because I’m just learning how to find myself, and if I get wrapped up in Wilder’s world, I’ll lose more than my heart—I’ll lose everything.
Again.