Wild Card by Staci Hart has some pretty memorable scenes: the rooftop, the pond, the water tower (iykyk). I love a Staci Hart novel, not just for the spice but also for the slow, sweet way she writes sex scenes. With Wild Card, she really kicked it up a notch. “Duchess” (Jessa) and Remy seemed determined to get caught, what with all the public places they banged in. 😂
I really appreciated how lighthearted this book was. Off-page, pre-book, Remy cared for his mother while she went through cancer treatment, and she survived. (She even assists a little, behind the scenes.) The most serious thing that happened was when his giant dog muddied up Jessa’s clothes (and it was nothing a little dry cleaning couldn’t fix). It was a couple hundred pages of witty banter, Remy dirty-talking, and Jessa falling in love with not just Remy but also the town. In other words, it was exactly what I needed.
I finished this book with a big ass grin on my face, squealing in happiness when I read Epilogue 2 at the end. Wild Card reminded me a lot of Bad Penny, the first Staci Hart book I ever read, because there was such a bounce and sauciness to her writing. (Penny’s nipples, lips, and dick theory has lived rent-free in my head ever since.)
Hart was much missed and I’m so glad she’s back in action. I can’t wait for Cass and Wilder’s book—I’m a sucker for second chance romance, and the ending of Wild Card set things up nicely for their story.
In the meantime, if you like small town romance, Wild Card is a fun summer read.
If you liked my Love in Ink small town tattoo shop romance series, I think you’ll like Wild Card (or any of Staci Hart’s other small town romances, really).