{Review & Excerpt} Blog Tour : Tonic by Staci Hart


Tonic by Staci Hart 
Release Date: October 13th
Genre: Contemporary Romance


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.

“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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Steiner and Hart should release more books simultaneously, because both titles were absolutely stellar. Tonic was the perfect book to smooth over and level my emotions after reading A Love Letter to Whiskey.
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Set in a tattoo shop with the backdrop of a reality TV show, this rom-com has depth, heart, and writing that'll have you addicted in no time. The flirty characters and humorous dialogue makes for a fun and highly entertaining novel.

Annika is an intelligent, feisty and driven television producer. She was a bit unnerved when she first met Joel, but her initial ice queen facade thawed the more she realized he wasn’t how she first perceived him to be. The thing I really enjoyed about Annika were her Russian roots and backstory, and the way Hart wove that in nicely so that it all meshed well into the overall story and development of the character.

Tattoo artist, Joel, was incredible in every way possible. He was passionate in every thing he did and fiercely protective and caring with those he loves. Joel is the kind of guy who tells it like it is with no need to beat around the bush. Despite his younger brother, Shep, convincing him all will be well, reality TV comes with venomous baggage. Drama and betrayal are bound to occur and turn the shop into a hostile environment. On the plus side, Annika and Joel had the time to learn about each other throughout the filming and producing process.

This couple was a force to be reckoned with. Hot and steamy love scenes, paired with hilarious and sexy banter. Watching them slowly fall for each other with a wild intensity was an absolute treat.

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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