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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 itโs the paperwork. Maybe itโs the day-to-day grind. Maybe itโs 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 donโt 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 canโt be mad at him.
Almost.
He doesnโt remember that night Iโll 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 donโt, Iโll fall in love with him.
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Excerpt:
I wanted to kiss Tess Monroe. Iโd wanted to kiss her the second she walked into the shop a couple days ago, wearing overalls and a Cure T-shirt. Iโd wanted to kiss her as I watched her scrub the wall with her little face wrinkled up in concentration. Iโd 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. โDid you hear me?โ Kash asked impatiently. โHmm?โ He rolled his eyes, his long body stretched out on the bottom bunk in our old room. โMan, whatโs with you?โ โIโve been scrubbing and painting the shop for two days. Iโm tired.โ โRight,โ he said, โand the redhead in the overall shorts has nothing to do with it.โ I leaned back in the wooden desk chair Iโd taken up residence in, the hinge squeaking. โAs if Tess Monroe would willingly give me the time of day.โ He shrugged. โSeems to me like sheโs given you the time every hour, on the hour, for two days. Whatโs with her? She was different today.โ It was true. This morning, sheโd walked into the shop, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to work with a smile on her face. Sheโd only insulted me seven times, and one of those was a backhanded compliment. My stats were down: the day before, itโd been twenty-three insults and a jab with a broom handle that I couldnโt be sure was accidental. Not that I was counting. โI dunno whatโs gotten into her, but Iโm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Iโm just taking the boon and moving on.โ โMan, she looked so cute with that bandana in her hair and paint on her nose. And her ass in those overallsโฆโ He whistled up at my old bunk. I fought the urge to chuck my Batman paperweight at him. โSo are you going after her or what?โ Kash asked, smirking. โI just got her to quit treating me like a dog. Pretty sure anything more is off the table.โ โMaybe Iโll go after her then. Think Iโve got a shot?โ I snorted to cover my immediate fury at the thought. โSheโs a girl with standards, Kash. If I donโt have a shot, youโve got none in hell.โ โMaybe she just needs somebody older. More mature.โ โWe were born in the same year, asshole.โ โIโm just saying. Maybe sheโs looking for stability. Everybody knows youโre about as stable as uranium.โ โAnd youโre running your mouth like you want a foot in Uranus.โ Kash laughed. โIโd love to see you try.โ I eyed him. โYou donโt actually like her, do you?โ โNah,โ he said, smiling. โI just want you to admit you do.โ A sigh of concession blew out of me, the pause filled with my thoughts. โWe almost kissed yesterday,โ I admitted. Kash sat up so fast, he thunked his head on the bottom bunk. โGoddammitโโ He rubbed at his forehead โโWarn a guy before you go saying things like, I almost kissed Tess.โ I laughed openly at his misfortune, hoping it left a mark. โShe fell off a ladder in storage, and I caught her. Topless.โ His eyes bulged, hand still pressed to his forehead. โTess was topless in storage?โ โNo, I was.โ He rolled his eyes, chucking a pillow at me. I caught it midair and chucked it right back at him. โIโm surprised she didnโt deck you,โ he said, fluffing the pillow before leaning back again. โMe too, if Iโm being honest. She hates me. Hated me. Maybe still hates me a little.โ โWhatโd you do to her?โ he asked. At this point, the question was rhetoricalโneither of us knew, no matter how many times weโd asked. โWho 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 โDonโt worry. Thereโs still time,โ he reassured me. โTrust me, Iโm aware. Iโve been working on the installation for her in the back, and Iโm both convinced Iโm going to disappoint her and that Iโll knock her socks off.โ โOr her bra. Think you can knock that off?โ โIf she were anybody else, Iโd 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 factโarmor 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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