He’s a player.
He plays the bass with expert fingers. He plays women with intoxicating charm. And he’ll play me with the ease of a virtuoso.
Who better to teach me to play than the master himself?
I’m his model student, front row, pencil sharp. Pick up lines? I’ve got them. Free drinks? By the dozen. Kissing? Let me grab my chapstick.
But the most valuable lesson I’ve learned is that there’s so much I don’t know. Like why his touch sets off a chain reaction straight to my nethers. Or how I’m certain each kiss is the best I’ll ever have, until the moment his lips take mine again.
There’s so much I don’t know.
Like the fact that I’m only a bet.
But we are what we are. He’s a player, through and through.
And I’m the fool who fell in love with him.
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Ah, I love it when I finish a book with a smile on my face.
Player is book 2 in the Red lipstick Coalition and can be read as a standalone. 3 women who each have their insecurities and make a pledge to put on their red lipstick wherever they need to feel brave and bold and this is Val's story.
A story of two people who lack confidence in their own ways, Sam is a player and can get any woman he wants but thinks Val is a woman who is too good for him and he would never make a move on a good girl and then there's Val never sees herself as good enough for anyone.
"𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚.
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥".
Val has a huge crush on Sam, he's a man she believes is on a whole different level to her, someone who dates stick thin beautiful women. Val has so many body insecurities through childhood teasing and cruelty she doesn't see herself as good enough or beautiful, especially for the Adonis in a section of the orchestra she also works at where she plays her trumpet.
Val really does need the courage to blow her own trumpet in this journey and Sam helps her to do that.
Val was so head over heels for Sam she constantly fumbled around him, the girl lacked confidence big time until her sisterhood reminded her to put on her red lipstick and ask him out, what can she lose, right?.
Player is a friend's to lovers story with a twist.
Sam is the kind of guy who doesn't lack confidence, a player but has always noticed Val so when his slime of a friend says he's going to make a play for her the conversation turns into a bet were Sam ends up with a month to take Val out or Ian is making a move on Val himself. Sam's intentions are to protect Val but he keeps the bet to himself.
Ian is a slime through and through, honestly, you will grow to really dislike the guy as the story progresses.
Val being Val doesn't just pluck up the courage to ask Sam out but asks him to teach her how to date, how to be more confident. Val has never had a boyfriend and Sam who secretly likes her but also has a month to keep Ian away accepts her offer, let's just say he's a thorough teacher with a willing pupil.
Some parts of the plot aren't something I haven't read before in other books and it was predictable but I loved Val, loved how Sam made her feel and grow in confidence and I also loved Sam, he just had a manipulative friend that he should have gotten rid of years ago.
Swoon-worthy moments, hot moments, all in all, Player contained everything I love in a romance.
"Love is music. The simple profundity of those three words struck me deep. And when I looked up into her smiling face, I felt the notes in my soul".
I haven't read piece of work yet and plan to read it, Val's friends came across as genuine girls and fun so I am also looking forward to reading the first then the next book in the series. Player doesn't give anything away with what happens in Rin's story so I'm glad about that and can jump into that book too spoiler free.
Player is told in dual pov and leads to a hea
A light easy going read that flows perfectly.
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The night flew by, time speeding up and sliding past with nothing to mark the hours but his laughter and my smiles and our bodies bouncing around the parquet like we had nothing in the world to do but dance. I had no idea how late it was until “New York, New York” came on with the house lights.
Sam hooked me under his arm and guided me out into the chilly fall evening. Like an idiot, I’d come without a jacket, and I tried to play it off like I wasn’t cold. A shiver wracked down my spine, betraying me.
He shrugged off his leather jacket. “Here, wear this.”
“B-but then y-you’ll be cold,” I said, shifting away from him in an effort to stop him. “Look, it’s n-not even cold. It’s f-fake cold. It’s only what—like, sixty out? M-my body is j-just being drunk and d-dumb.”
“Val.” The word was a gentle warning. He held out his jacket like a matador. “Put it on.”
“N-no,” I said with a laugh.
He shook it once like he was taunting me. “Toro.”
I giggled, stumbling a little as I brought my hands to the top of my head, pointer fingers to the stars. “Olé!” I cheered as I charged. But instead of running through his jacket, I found myself in his arms.
I didn’t know how it happened. The jacket was there, and then it was gone. But instead of being laid out on the sidewalk like I should have been, Sam’s arms were hooked around my waist, our bodies winding together and twisting from the force of his catch. And then I looked up, and time stretched out in a long, still moment. His eyes on my mouth. Mine on his. His nose millimeters from mine and his mouth so close, if I turned my head just right, our lips would brush. The warmth of him was everywhere.
I wasn’t cold anymore. I was on fire.
So I said the first thing that entered my empty mind.
“Are you going to kiss me, or am I gonna have to lie to my diary?”
The moment broke with our laughter, filled the air around us, stopped my chugging heart. He pressed his lips to my forehead.
I sighed. “I guess that’ll do.”
He hooked his jacket over my shoulders, taking a moment to look over my face, watching his fingers as he tucked a loose curl behind my ear. “Come on. Let’s get you home. You did good tonight, Val.”
“Thanks to your expert advice.”
But he smiled. “Pretty soon, you’ll figure out you didn’t need me at all.”
And I smiled back and pretended like it was possible that statement held an iota of truth.