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ARC BOOK REVIEW: Coming Up Roses by Staci Hart

Writing Style Rating: ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ
Storyline Rating: ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ
Heroine : ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ
Chemistry between h/H: ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ
Smut Factor: ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ
Overall Thoughts: ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ ๐ŸŒŸ
After reading my first Staci Hart book a couple of months ago, I remember thinking she might be a new go-to author for myself. After reading Coming Up Roses, I am confident of that. Rom-com usually is not my genre of choice, but something about Staci’s witty writing style pulls me into every word.
Coming Up Roses is funny and smart with plenty of emotion-filled moments. Luke and Tess were the perfect yin and yang couple. Their banter would put me in the fit of laughter one minute and swooning the next.
If you are looking for a light-hearted and well-written read, then this is the book for you.

Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet.

Coming Up Roses, an all-new must read enemies to lovers romantic comedy from Staci Hart is available now!


Everyone hates parts of their job.

Maybe itโ€™s the paperwork. Maybe itโ€™s the day-to-day grind. Maybe itโ€™s that client who never knows what they want, or the guy who always cooks fish in the microwave.

But not me. I love every corner of the Longbourne Flower Shop, every flower, every petal, every stem. I love the greenhouse, and I love Mrs. Bennet, my boss. I love creating, and I love being a florist. I donโ€™t hate anything at all.

Except for Luke Bennet.

The Bennet brothers have come home to help their mom save the flower shop, and Luke is at the helm. His smile tells a tale of lust, loose and easy. He moves with the grace of a predator, feral and wild. A thing unbridled, without rules or constraint.

When he comes home to save Longbourne, I almost canโ€™t be mad at him.


He doesnโ€™t remember that night Iโ€™ll never forget. That kiss, touched with whiskey and fire. It branded me like a red-hot iron. But it meant nothing to him.

Everyone hates part of their job, and I hate Luke Bennet.

Because if I donโ€™t, Iโ€™ll fall in love with him.


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I wanted to kiss Tess Monroe. Iโ€™d wanted to kiss her the second she walked into the shop a couple days ago, wearing overalls and a Cure T-shirt. Iโ€™d wanted to kiss her as I watched her scrub the wall with her little face wrinkled up in concentration. Iโ€™d wanted to kiss her when she fell off the ladder and into my arms. And all day today while we painted the shop, I only thought about one thing. I wanted to kiss her. And I was accustomed to getting what I wanted. โ€œDid you hear me?โ€ Kash asked impatiently. โ€œHmm?โ€ He rolled his eyes, his long body stretched out on the bottom bunk in our old room. โ€œMan, whatโ€™s with you?โ€ โ€œIโ€™ve been scrubbing and painting the shop for two days. Iโ€™m tired.โ€ โ€œRight,โ€ he said, โ€œand the redhead in the overall shorts has nothing to do with it.โ€ I leaned back in the wooden desk chair Iโ€™d taken up residence in, the hinge squeaking. โ€œAs if Tess Monroe would willingly give me the time of day.โ€ He shrugged. โ€œSeems to me like sheโ€™s given you the time every hour, on the hour, for two days. Whatโ€™s with her? She was different today.โ€ It was true. This morning, sheโ€™d walked into the shop, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to work with a smile on her face. Sheโ€™d only insulted me seven times, and one of those was a backhanded compliment. My stats were down: the day before, itโ€™d been twenty-three insults and a jab with a broom handle that I couldnโ€™t be sure was accidental. Not that I was counting. โ€œI dunno whatโ€™s gotten into her, but Iโ€™m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Iโ€™m just taking the boon and moving on.โ€ โ€œMan, she looked so cute with that bandana in her hair and paint on her nose. And her ass in those overallsโ€ฆโ€ He whistled up at my old bunk. I fought the urge to chuck my Batman paperweight at him. โ€œSo are you going after her or what?โ€ Kash asked, smirking. โ€œI just got her to quit treating me like a dog. Pretty sure anything more is off the table.โ€ โ€œMaybe Iโ€™ll go after her then. Think Iโ€™ve got a shot?โ€ I snorted to cover my immediate fury at the thought. โ€œSheโ€™s a girl with standards, Kash. If I donโ€™t have a shot, youโ€™ve got none in hell.โ€ โ€œMaybe she just needs somebody older. More mature.โ€ โ€œWe were born in the same year, asshole.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m just saying. Maybe sheโ€™s looking for stability. Everybody knows youโ€™re about as stable as uranium.โ€ โ€œAnd youโ€™re running your mouth like you want a foot in Uranus.โ€ Kash laughed. โ€œIโ€™d love to see you try.โ€ I eyed him. โ€œYou donโ€™t actually like her, do you?โ€ โ€œNah,โ€ he said, smiling. โ€œI just want you to admit you do.โ€ A sigh of concession blew out of me, the pause filled with my thoughts. โ€œWe almost kissed yesterday,โ€ I admitted. Kash sat up so fast, he thunked his head on the bottom bunk. โ€œGoddammitโ€”โ€ He rubbed at his forehead โ€œโ€”Warn a guy before you go saying things like, I almost kissed Tess.โ€ I laughed openly at his misfortune, hoping it left a mark. โ€œShe fell off a ladder in storage, and I caught her. Topless.โ€ His eyes bulged, hand still pressed to his forehead. โ€œTess was topless in storage?โ€ โ€œNo, I was.โ€ He rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow at me. I caught it midair and chucked it right back at him. โ€œIโ€™m surprised she didnโ€™t deck you,โ€ he said, fluffing the pillow before leaning back again. โ€œMe too, if Iโ€™m being honest. She hates me. Hated me. Maybe still hates me a little.โ€ โ€œWhatโ€™d you do to her?โ€ he asked. At this point, the question was rhetoricalโ€”neither of us knew, no matter how many times weโ€™d asked. โ€œWho knows? But I think the last couple of days have helped my case. All I had to do was show up and not fuck up.โ€ โ€œDonโ€™t worry. Thereโ€™s still time,โ€ he reassured me. โ€œTrust me, Iโ€™m aware. Iโ€™ve been working on the installation for her in the back, and Iโ€™m both convinced Iโ€™m going to disappoint her and that Iโ€™ll knock her socks off.โ€ โ€œOr her bra. Think you can knock that off?โ€ โ€œIf she were anybody else, Iโ€™d guarantee it. But Tess?โ€ I made a resigned noise.77 He watched me for a second in that way he had about him, the quiet assessment that ran under his outward charm. It was a maskโ€” that much I knew for a factโ€”armor to protect his soft spots. Everyone thought he was nothing but a girl-crazy flirt, just like me. But that was just how we liked it. Let them think we were empty. There was comfort in being underestimated. We were constantly set to impress everyone.

About Staci

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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