"Love is music. It's learning when to be loud and when to be soft. It's riding the scales up and down. Learning the curves and strings to play the song of your heart. You have to know when to lead and when to follow. When you're wrong and when you're right. Love is music."

I picked this book up because I'd just finished a pretty intense book prior and wanted something that would warm my heart. Staci Hart creates a story that feels like a cool spring day and your favorite home cooked meal. I gobbled this book up so quick, it was that good.

From the first chapter I was consumed. I think many people can relate to Val. Feeling an attraction to someone so strongly that you can't help but embarrass yourself thoroughly. When we got Val's POV in the first chapter I felt my own cheeks getting warm because of the wacky situations she got herself in. I really loved how real and sweet this book is. It was a bit chic-lit, which isn't normally my thing, but I dug it.

"I've never known anyone who can make food sound so incredibly pornographic," I said half to myself.
"Well, I've never known who can make cheesy pick-up lines work."
I chuffed. "Well, we all have our talents."

Sam was deemed a player, yet he didn't really give off those vibes. I think it was because he was unbelievably sweet. He knew Val was attracted to him, but never did anything to make her uncomfortable. He's the type of man you fall for when you see him. Then when you get to know him you can't help but let yourself love him because he's that wonderful.

Val was a woman that many of us can relate to. She lacks confidence and has only ever had mediocre sex. Her crush on Sam constantly leaves her cheeks red because she can't stop making a fool out of herself. Watching Val grow to slowly appreciate herself was amazing.

I didn't start with book one, Piece of Work, because Player was calling my name. I plan to remedy that in a few days and finish this series.

"Everyone has flaws, and that's all they see. But other people, they don't see your flaws. They're way too concerned with their own."