Hearts and Arrows #1
Formerly pubbed as Deer in Headlights & has been re-written and re-edited
Aphrodite knows love — just don’t ask her to figure out her own mess.
Rather than deal with her sticky love life, she toys with the hearts of unwitting humans. It’s a little game she plays, and the stakes are high. Lucky for her, she’s just found the perfect match.
Lex is everything Dean needs, but he can’t have her.
It doesn’t matter that her eyes speak to a long forgotten part of him, or that her art and poetry touch his shredded heart. She’s off limits — crossing that line would implode his band and everything he’s ever cared about. There’s only one option: stay away from her, no matter the cost. Even if the price is his heart.
Dean is everything Lex wants, but she can’t take the risk.
The second she meets him, she knows her heart is in danger. She’s convinced it’s only attraction that has her hung up on the dark, quiet lead singer, but with every day that passes, she knows it’s more. It’s just that she can’t put her heart on the line. She won’t — love has never been worth the sacrifice.
If only they knew they were just pawns in a much bigger game. And in the game of love, Aphrodite never loses.
*Formerly titled Deer in Headlights, Paper Fools has been rewritten and reedited just for you.*
Paper Fools was unlike any book I have read with its double stories and mixture of Greek Mythology. It’s a fascinating concept that the gods would find pleasure in a game of love with the humans under them, and how their lives compare and contrast to those on their game boards. Mix it with a good romance and skilled writing, and it makes for a fun book.
With two parallel stories, mortals and immortals, woven together, it made for such a fun story. Mythology blended with New Adult romance, I mean how unusual but quirky is that? With Aphrodite fighting Apollo for a win, we’re instantly given Lex and Dean as their human players. The tension and angst between those two, being a multitude of reasons keeping them apart, carried this story. They had such a strong zing between them, an awareness that jolted through the pages whenever they were near one another, and, oh, but I lived for those moments.
At times, though, I found myself having problems switching between the two storylines as I felt it messed with the flow of the story it was currently in, and it disrupted my full connection. For the most part I really wanted to get back to Lex and Dean, but I still enjoyed what the other side offered to the story; I’m just an impatient reader like that. All of that aside, I loved imagining that this sort of thing could be real.
As someone who knows little to nothing of anything Greek-related, it didn’t in anyway hinder my enjoyment of this novel. I applaud Stacy for writing such a unique concept and building both realms as one in an abstract way. With its world building, I can see how very vast this series can go and I can’t wait to explore them all.
She reached into her bag, digging around in the black hole for her book, but looked up, sensing someone in front of her.
When her eyes locked on his, she froze.
They were the greenest eyes she’d ever seen, shocking and bright, rimmed by thick, dark lashes. His long face was graced with an elegant nose and wide lips bent in a crooked smile. And he was tall, really tall, with ebony hair that fell forward as he looked down at her. He pushed it back without seeming to think about it, but it still looked perfectly tossed, like he’d just rolled out of bed.
She realized she still hadn’t taken a breath and flushed as she fumbled and almost dropped her book.
“Uh, hi. I’m Lex.” She tossed her hand in a wave, hoping she looked casual.
He paused for a second, watching her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, and as she studied him, it dawned on her that he was amused. This unnerved her, even more so when it dawned upon her that it was exactly what he wanted.
“Hey,” he said, the timbre of his voice deep and full. “I’m Dean.”
Lex realized her mouth was open. And that he was smirking. And that he was dead sexy while he was doing it.
She closed her mouth and cocked an eyebrow, putting on her snark to hide the fact that he’d gotten to her.
“Dean, huh? I heard they call you Professor Panty Dropper.”
His smile stretched wider. “Oh, is that what they say?”
A tall blond, who she guessed was Roe, stood at the microphone, glaring at them. “Mic check, Dean.”
They stared at each other like idiots for a split second longer before Dean turned to pick up his guitar, and he took his place with the rest of the band. She watched him walk away and blinked a few times before turning to her bag again, not looking for anything in particular — she only wanted to keep her hands busy and her eyes off of Dean while she scraped her dignity off the floor.
♦ABOUT THE AUTHOR♦
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.