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#BlogTour A Little Too Late by Staci Hart #5stars #Review #ContemporaryRomance #Excerpt #Standalone #NewRelease #SingleDad @imaquirkybird @socialbutterflyprA Little Too Late by Staci Hart
Genres: Contemporary Romance

I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the nanny.
When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I've been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I've been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.
For nine long months, I've been failing.
When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I'd found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I've been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I'd packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.
She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she's so much more.
The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn't. It was when Hannah walked away, taking my heart with her.


A Little Too Late, an all-new romantic standalone from Staci Hart is available NOW!


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This beautiful, emotional read had me gripping my Kindle to my chest, with tears in my eyes, more than once. I loved the story and the characters so much! This is a Standalone, Charlie and Mary appeared in A Thousand Letters, where we caught the implosion of their marriage, in that story. This is Charlie’s story, almost a year a year later, as a single dad.

Charlie Parker’s wife, Mary, left him and their two young children almost a year ago. She hasn’t been back to see the children and hasn’t signed the divorce papers Charlie had drawn up. He has legal custody of them; she never bothered to show up to the custody hearing. As a busy lawyer, he’s been fortunate to have a cook/housekeeper, Katie, and Jenny, their nanny, to help him. When Jenny has to resign, due to a family emergency, he needs another nanny, stat.

Hannah moved to New York City, as an au pair, from Holland, after her best friend Lysanne convinced her to follow her there. After an unfortunate incident with her previous family she hastily resigned her job, after just a few months, and needs a new one, soon, due to her work visa. When the agency called, and set up an interview with Charlie, she’s hired on the spot. The young, beautiful and vibrant nanny is just what the household needs.

Charlie’s been so unhappy with his life for too many years. He married Mary when she found out she was pregnant, not because he loved her, and they were never a family, or what he always envisioned one should be. After learning of Mary’s infidelity, under his own nose and with his best friend, he has deep trust issues. He’s tired of work, tired of being alone, tired of being unhappy. And he doesn’t know what to do about it. But, with Hannah help, he soon starts taking stock of his life.

“I feel like I’ve been looking at life upside down for a decade. But now, I can see. I don’t know what to do about it, not yet, but I can see.”

When Hannah moves in, like the flowers she buys every week, she suddenly brings color and life into their lives. And lots and lots of baked goods!  She was raised in the family pastry shop back home so it’s something that she loves and finds comfort in. With her beautiful smile and sunny disposition Charlie would never guess that she has something to hide. A few things she’s been running from. And with all the baggage and distrust, they each carry, it just serves to complicate everything.

“I fit in here in a way I don’t fit anywhere else”

I was cheering for Charlie and Hannah! Who doesn’t love a romance story with a single father, and a nanny, as the main characters? The writing is beautiful and tugs at the heartstrings, leaving me happy sighing at the end, and you’ll love the epilogue!

“I don’t believe that things happen for a reason. The idea of fate never appealed to me; I wish to be the master of my future. But everything that happens to you, good or bad, is a chance to learn and grow. So don’t wish to change the past. Just consider the future and use what you’ve learned to make yourself stronger.”

By: Dora


“A Little Too Late came right on time. Five stars!”-Brittainy C. Cherry, Amazon #1 Bestselling Author


A Little Too Late by Staci Hart

Publishing Date: October 24th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance




The next morning, I was up and in my office before anyone was awake, attacking my work with newfound enthusiasm and a plan in mind. Because I wanted to feel like I’d felt the night before in the kitchen again, and there was only one way to get that back.

Today, I would take a few breaks and be present. Today, I would change, work be damned. Today would mark the first real attempt. Because change wouldn’t happen on its own. I had to make it happen. And to make it happen, I would have to put boundaries in place, starting with my weekends.

I checked the clock around eleven that morning and closed my laptop, pushing away from my desk and heading up the stairs in search of my children.

When I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I found them sitting at the table with their lunches. And when they saw me, their smiles validated my grand plans with unwavering certainty.

“Hey, guys,” I said, smiling back as I walked over to them, ruffling Sammy’s hair when I passed him.

“Hi, Daddy,” he said.

Maven’s mouth was full, so she just waved, and Hannah smiled at me from the island where she was setting up a spread for sandwiches.

I snagged a grape off Maven’s plate and popped it into my mouth. She handed me another, which I accepted.

“Thanks, pumpkin.”

“Are you done working?” Sammy asked hopefully.

“’Fraid not, bud. But I thought I’d come have lunch with you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah! Want a Nilla Wafer?”

“Psh, obviously. And I thought we could play for a little bit before I have to get back to work. What do you say?”

He nodded, grinning. “We can play trucks! You be the bulldozer and I’ll be the tractor and Maven can be the monster truck and Hannah can be the ambulance because she helps people.”

“Perfect,” I said on a chuckle.

A burst of color caught my eye. A vase on the windowsill behind the table held a spray of red and orange tulips.

“Those are beautiful,” I said, gesturing to them. “Where did they come from?”

“Oh, I picked them up this morning,” Hannah said with that ever-present smile.

“Feeling homesick?”

“Always a little. But I love having fresh flowers in the house, something bright and delicate and alive. Well, maybe not alive anymore, but it feels alive, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” I said as I moved to her side.

“Can I make you a sandwich?” Hannah asked.

“Nah, I think I can manage, thanks. How’s it going this morning?”

“It’s good. We went to the park this morning.”

“I rode my bike!” Sammy crowed.

“Did you? No bumps or scrapes?”


“I’m impressed. Maybe next time I can come too,” I said, hoping it was something I could deliver as I reached into the bread bag for a stack.

Hannah turned to the cupboard, returning with a plate for me.

“Thank you.”

She was still smiling, standing at my side, assembling her sandwich. It was so mundane, something completely and utterly boring, but like the weirdo that I was, I found myself watching her hands as she folded cold cuts. We worked around each other—not that it was complicated, but there was a sort of rhythm between us, a natural pace wherein I used what she wasn’t and finished just as she needed what I had. I wasn’t sure why I noticed it, but I did, and I appreciated the simple synchronicity of the moment, a breath where things were easy.

I passed her the mustard as she handed me the ham. “So, I was thinking …” I paused.

“Oh, were you?” She glanced over at me with a hint of mirth at the corners of her lips.

“I know. I almost sprained something.”

Hannah laughed gently.

“If it’s okay, I think I’d like to try to handle bedtime tonight.”

“Of course it’s okay; they’re your children.” That time, her laughter was sweet.

“Do you … would you … do you think you could maybe …”

She shifted to face me, her eyes full of encouragement.

“Would you mind … helping me?”

Hannah nodded, her smile opening up. “That’s what I’m here for. Just let me know what you’d like me to do.”

I smiled back. “I’m sorry. I know it sounds stupid. I just … I haven’t done this much on my own, but I’d like to start.”

Her eyes softened, caught by slanting light, lighting up with sunshine. “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said simply.

I didn’t speak.

“There’s no right or wrong, and they don’t care about anything other than you being there. It’s simple enough; you only have to try.”

“Is it really that easy?”

“It really is. You’ll see.” She reached for my arm and gave it a squeeze that wasn’t meant to be anything but friendly but held something more, something in the pressure in her fingertips and the depths of her eyes.

It was something I did my very best to ignore. But I felt the heat of those fingertips long after they were gone, even as we sat across the table from each other eating lunch, the tulips in the vase behind her bowing their long heads as the sunlight illuminated them, exposing what was hidden within their petals.


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About Staci Hart

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, even 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. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.

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 sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics.


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