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Published by: Promise Socks Publishing
on October 13, 2016
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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Joel Anderson doesn’t take anything seriously.
Not his relationships, which have been few and far between since his brutal divorce. Not the drama of working in a tattoo parlor, which seems to be around every corner. When things get him down, he smiles and cracks a joke. But he’s not the kind of man you cross, or you’ll find yourself at the wrong end of his fists.
Annika Belousov takes everything seriously.
Like her job as a reality television producer, given that she typically has something to prove. Or her love life, which is defined by a series of requirements — affluent, ambitious, accomplished, to name a few. Definitely her family, who worked their whole lives to afford her every opportunity, a sacrifice she doesn’t take lightly. When she’s tapped to produce a reality show at Joel’s shop, she doesn’t think twice, just goes in for the kill, as if there were any other way.
The second Annika walks into Joel’s shop, he makes it his mission to crack her open, but she’s not having it. He’s all wrong — too crass, too hairy, too un-serious. But it doesn’t take her long to find out there’s more to him than smirks and tattoos. And what she finds could put her career and his heart on the line.
Not that Joel cares. Because for the first time in a long time, he’s found his tonic.
Pardon my language but I need to shout this from the rooftops! TONIC by Staci Hart was fucking SPECTACULAR!!! Staci always leave me in awe with her romances! Her characters, the flirtatious and comedic banter, the HOT incredible love scenes! My GOD, this was SO SO SO good! The second I flipped the last page, I wanted to read it all over again!
Joel Anderson, I freaking ADORED him right off the bat! His no bullshit demeanor had me craving more from him instantly. The loyalty he had to his TONIC family just blew me away. And then when he laid eyes on the uptight, all-business woman, Ms. Belousov, he was a goner! He made it his mission to get past her frosty demeanor and make her smile. And let’s not forget the fact that he is covered in ink and has a SEXY beard ladies….I mean COME ON! WE. HAD. NO. CHANCE.
He was the star of the show…she was the executive producer. Their thoughts immediately became forbidden. Our heroine, Annika, took a while to come to terms with the fact that she wants this HAIRY FUCKING GUY. She is all professional, but there is something about him that puts a crack in her well polished armor. After her judge of character was blown out of the water, she became more pliable to Joel’s advances. God, that was a beautiful thing…
“Three steps and I was in his arms. Two heartbeats and I looked into his eyes. One breath and I kissed him.”
Joel had no idea what he signed up for, but deception and betrayal was not one of them. Reality television is a fickle bitch, and someone needs to stir the pot in order to get some ratings. When Joel’s past comes walking back into his shop, all of his demons come with it. Joel and Annika thought they could handle anything, but when the trust is broken, how are they supposed to go back to the way things were?
I LOVED every single thing about this book….EVERYTHING! Just like the rest of Ms. Hart’s characters, they will always be embedded in my heart. TONIC is so much more than your typical RomCom…it has depth, heart, and beauty that will make it so hard to turn the last page. If you haven’t read a Staci Hart novel yet, TONIC is the PERFECT place to start. You will instantly fall in love with her writing, her characters, and the amount of heart she puts in every single chapter.
“Let me see it.”
“What?” I blustered, caught off guard.
“Stand up and turn around. I want to see it.” I was too surprised and caught up in the moment to refuse, so I stood and turned, laying my palms on the armrests as I faced the back of the chair.
One hand rested on my hip.
My heart stopped as I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into.
I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze bouncing between his face —turned down too much to read —and his reflection in the speckled, antique mirror, which I couldn’t see much of either. His free hand moved to the waistband of my tailored pants, and his fingers hooked and tugged, pulling the band down low.
His thumb ran over where I knew the tattoo was, and I felt his breath. Every place where we connected spoke to me of ownership.
“You got this done here? In New York?” His voice was rough.
Mine wasn’t much better. “Yeah. In Brooklyn.”
“Let me cover it up for you. Give you something you’re proud of. Your skin …” He paused, and I wished I could see his face, read his mind. “This shouldn’t be here, not on you. Let me … I want to …” He had moved closer, his hand on my hip pulling me back into him slightly enough for me to not have noticed that the backs of my thighs were touching his, my back arched just enough, his breath hot.
And then, he disappeared. I stood, finding my hands were trembling, wondering where I was and how I’d gotten there. The shop was mostly empty —no one had seen, not that it would have looked like much from the outside. But from where I stood, I felt every single deliberate move like a telegraph, telling me exactly what he wanted to do without him having to finish the sentence.
His back was to me when I turned around, his face down —I couldn’t see it in the mirror over his cabinet of ink and needles as he dug around in the drawers, seemingly for nothing in particular.
“Let me know if you want me to draw something up.”
“Okay, I will.” I paused, not knowing what else to say, feeling like I should say something. But there was nothing that I could say. “Well, have a good night, Joel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He nodded, glancing at me in the mirror. “See you, Annika.”
I tried not to bolt out of the shop, but once outside, I admit it —I took off. I hauled up the stairs and into the office to grab my bag, grateful that Laney was already gone, and I texted my driver, asking him to pick me up a few blocks away so I could walk, put some distance between me and Joel, get the energy out of my body, through my legs and feet, into the pavement.
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