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332 pages, Paperback
First published October 13, 2016


“That guy. That hairy fucking guy. That hairy fucking guy with those stupid fucking eyes that looked at me like he could see me naked.”
"She looked like a doll, a cold, beautiful doll that belonged on a shelf where no man should touch her."
“His tongue swept my bottom lip, and I let him in, wrapped my arms around his neck. (…) I felt helpless and powerful, like I couldn’t stop whatever I’d started by kissing him, but like I could own him just as easily as I wanted him to own me.”

“Everything about him felt good. The way he looked at me. The way he touched me. The words that passed his lips and hit me in all the right places.”
“SHE LEFT ME SHAKEN. SHAKEN from pleasure, from emotion, from breathing her breath and touching her skin, she shook me to the core. She was an earthquake, and I was changed forever because of her.”

“Heads and hearts are connected by threads impossible to cut completely.”Tonic is my first Staci Hart book, and now that I’ve read it, I want to stop what I’m doing and go back and read her others. I absolutely loved this story! It gave me just enough feels, plenty of laughter, snark and heart.
“It can’t end well.” Futile resolution washed over me, cold and steely. “It can’t happen… I could ruin my career or his heart or my heart or all of the above. It’s not worth it.”Annika knows any kind of relationship with Joel would be a terrible idea. Normally, this is never a problem for her. She can very easily separate work and her personal life. But there is something about Joel… he’s not the normal type she goes for. He’s tattooed and hairy. He’s also very handsome, warm and good natured. The more she gets to know Joel, the more he shows her who he really is, the harder it becomes to resist. These two aren’t supposed to want each other. It’s not good for either of them at this point. But what we want and what we feel aren’t always the same thing…
“Truth be told, I saw a bit of myself in him, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. But he was somehow a kindred spirit, and I recognized that. And that recognition was mystifying and terrifying and almost unfathomable, mostly because it had occurred so naturally. ”
“I felt helpless and powerful, like I couldn’t stop whatever I’d started by kissing him, but like I could own him just as easily as I wanted him to own me.”
“Everything about him felt good. The way he looked at me. The way he touched me. The words that passed his lips and hit me in all the right places.”
“I broke away and ran a hand across her throat and down, fingers dipping in the hollow, skating down between her breasts. Ink and milk. Black and white. Her and me.”
“I wanted the weight of him against me. I wanted him in my arms. I wanted him inside of me, and I told him so. So he climbed up my body, dragging the hem of my dress up to meet the neck, then ran his fingertips down my ribs, over my hip, down my thigh as he settled in between my legs. First the length of him laying against me, sending my hips rolling. Then his lips against mine, promising me his heart. And he guided himself until he pressed against my core and flexed, slipping into me, giving me what I wanted with a sigh and a whisper. I was caged in his arms, his fingers in my hair, his body against mine, and I was safe. I was whole. I was his.”
Staci Hart






There was something more to her, but I couldn't figure out what. And I wanted to know. I then decided two things.
Guys like Hairy were the kind you met at a bar or concert, let ravage you, do all those things you wouldn't expect from a respectable guy. Let him own you, for a moment at least. But they're not the kind you keep around. He was a fantasy, not a real prospect.
Joel and I made no sense. He was charming and annoying and bossy and hairy and all wrong. He was everything I wasn't. He was everything I'd tried to avoid in my life. He was the opposite of everything I needed.
I wondered fleetingly if we would ruin each other.If my fire would melt her ice until it evaporated. If her ice would snuff my fire out of existence.


"She is moonlight, starlight, the light in the dark... but she burns hot. It is not always easy. I know this. But her light is good and true. Her light is worth getting burned to hold."There is definitely a case of insta-lust in the beginning. Even as Annika claims to hate him, there is an immediate pull between them. And I loved how unafraid Joel was of it.
"I hadn't been so attracted to someone in ages... like I was fire and she was crisp, clean air, and if I couldn't breathe her in, I'd disappear."In the beginning and middle, I was totally in love with Joel. He's older than Annika (12 years, I think) and has been married, so he knows what he wants out of a relationship. And despite his fear, he still pursues her.
"I'd never been comfortable with silence — I was much more at home talking, telling stories or jokes — but there I was, with the girl to end all girls, and I had nothing to say."Toward the end though, with the "conflict," I liked him less. He said a lot of cruel things to Annika. And honestly I didn't understand his reaction (it seemed like an overreaction, especially because he essentially gave her permission in the beginning). It's hard to go into detail without giving away the plot and/or just going on for days about it (and I'm feeling super lazy right now lol). All I'm going to say is it felt forced and didn't make sense to me.





“She was all eyes and lips and a story I wanted to know. I needed to know.”
“Three steps and I was in his arms.
Two heartbeats and I looked into his eyes.
One breath and I kissed him.”
“He didn’t shy away from my glare — which would level most men — instead, he met it with heat that burned through me like molten lava. Or indigestion.”
‘I chuffed. “Wait until you’ve spent a few days in the shop, sweetheart.”
Her anger flared, her flush deepening. “Don’t call me sweetheart, asshole.”
“Don’t call me asshole, princess.”
She glared. I smiled.’

“You’re pretty funny when your brain’s furry, you know that?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“I bet you’re a riot when you’re drunk.”
I shrugged again. “I only drink vodka. Pretty much all other liquor makes me take my clothes off.”
One of his dark eyebrows rose. “I’ll be sure to stock up on whiskey, in that case.”
“Okay, first — stock up all you want because I won’t drink it. Second, stop hitting on me.”
“Whatever you want, princess.”
“And stop calling me princess.”
“Sorry, that one’s non-negotiable.”

‘He watched me in a way that made my heart speed up. “That’s not what I see.”
I met his eyes. “What do you see?”
“Snow. Cold and soft, the sum of an infinite number of beautiful pieces. And when the light hits just right, you shine.”
I had no words, my mind blank as my eyes hung on to his like a lifeline.’
‘It was stupid and reckless, and I didn’t care. One day, I probably would. But until then, I’d revel in the feeling, the exhilaration of her.
This was my last cognizant thought, and I sealed it with a kiss in the dark. It was ownership without expectation, submission without consequence. It was her skin against mine, her heart and my own, our bodies together. It was a moment that stretched to an hour and into a night. And I knew I was lost, and she could never know just how lost I was.’
‘Everything about her was beautiful, the light shining through the back of her shirt, casting a glow around the shadow of her body, and when she rose, her eyes were open, her soul open, and I could see her. All of her. And she was mine.’













