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About Megan Hart
I was born and then I lived a while and I did some stuff. Then I did some things and whatnot. Now, I mostly write books.
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Briella Blake has always been wicked smart. When she’s invited to attend a special school for gifted students, she finally has the chance to focus on a project that begins to consume her – the ability to recreate and save copies of a person’s entire set of memories. Her friendship with a raven that’s as smart as she is leads to conflict with her mother Marian, who is no longer able to deny that there’s something wrong with her child.
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The anonymous note wasn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the habit of reading other people’s mail, but it was just a piece of paper with a few lines scrawled on it, clearly meant for the apartment upstairs. It looked so innocent, but decidedly—deliciously—it was not.
Before replacing the note—and the ones that followed—in its rightful slot, I devoured its contents: suggestions, instructions, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last…and I followed them all to the letter.
Before the notes, if a man had told me what to do, I’d have told him where to go. But submission is an art, and there’s something oddly freeing about doing someone’s bidding…especially when it feels so very, very good. But I find that the more I surrender, the more powerful I feel—so it’s time to switch up roles.
We play by my rules now.
Originally published in 2009
I’ve loved Tom Williams for most of my life, but always in secret. He was my brother Bohdan’s best friend, and we’re the reason Boh is dead. Years have passed, but the truth about us, about what happened that night, is all still a secret. One we’ve kept from everyone.
One I wish I could keep from myself.
I knew Tom would be at the family reunion. I even knew we’d end up in bed. What Tom doesn’t know is that the husband he thinks waits for me at home is soon going to be my ex-husband…which means that finally, after all this time, Tom and I could have a chance to make what’s always been between us into something real.
I love Tom, but I’m afraid it’s too late for us.
Time can’t save a marriage.
Time can’t unbreak a heart.
Time can get me to the edge of the dock…but it cannot make me jump.
From the New York Times Bestselling Author of Dirty, Broken, and Tempted comes a story of a love that stretches throughout the years.
For starters, I’m a funeral director taking over my dad’s business. Not exactly the kind of person you’d expect to fork over cash for the intimacy and urgency only skin-to-skin contact can create. Looking at me, you wouldn’t have a clue I carry this little secret so close it creases up like the folds of a fan. Tight. Personal. Ready to unravel in the heat of the moment.
Unsurprisingly, my line of work brings me face-to-face with loss. So I decided long ago that paying for sex would be one of the best (and most arousing) ways to save myself from the one thing that would eventually cut far too deep.
But Sam was a mistake. Literally. I signed on to “pick up” a stranger at a bar, but took Sam home instead. And now that I’ve felt his heat, his sweat and everything else, can I really go back to impersonal?
Let’s just hope he never finds out about my other life….
Originally published in 2009
BEG FOR IT (full-length novel)
DROWNING ON DRY LAND
GILT & MIDNIGHT
WANNA BE YOURS
CROSSING THE LINE
She had never been more beautiful to him than when she was making him hurt.Again, the ruler cracked down on his knuckles. A schoolboy punishment, fetishistic the way a cane might’ve been, and all the worse for that because of the way his entire body tensed when she raised the ruler again. His balls throbbed. He could see nothing but Corinne. Feel nothing. Hear nothing but her voice.At the final crack of wood on his skin, the ruler split and broke. One piece fell to the carpet where it bounced. Corinne shook the small stray strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes out of the way and tossed the other part onto the floor too. Reese let his hands close, the knuckles red and sore though he doubted there’d be so much as a bruise to remind him of this even a few minutes from now.Her blue eyes swam with tears, but her voice was fierce when she said, “You broke me like I just broke that ruler, and you do not get to come back into my life and break me again. Do you understand me, Reese?” — Beg For It
Four of erotic fiction's most talented authors carry readers away with all-new tales of ecstasy that prove that the most delectable things in life come in threes.
Twenty years ago she had her whole life spread out before her. She was Bess Walsh, a freshly scrubbed middle-class student ready to conquer the design world. And she was taken. Absolutely and completely.
But not by Andy, her well-groomed, intellectual boyfriend who hinted more than once about a ring. No—during that hot summer as a waitress and living on the beach, she met Nick, the moody local bad boy. He was, to put it mildly, not someone she could take home to Daddy.
Instead, Nick became her dirty little secret—a fervent sexual accomplice who knew how to ignite an all-consuming obsession she’d had no idea she carried deep within her.
Bess had always wondered what happened to Nick after that summer, after their promise to meet again. And now, back at the beach house and taking a break from responsibility, from marriage, from life, she discovers his heartbreaking fate—and why he never came back for her. Suddenly Nick’s name is on her lips...his hands on her thighs...dark hair and eyes called back from the swirling gray of purgatory’s depths.
Dead, alive, or something in between, they can’t stop their hunger.
She wouldn’t dare.
Originally published in 2009
So say those threatened by female sexuality, afraid of the power of a woman who claims her own pleasure. Seven powerhouse authors take on the topic with erotic stories that wrestle the notion that a sexual woman is a dangerous woman.
Perhaps there is reason to fear.
En sus manos
No pienses. No preguntes. Actúa.
Aquel anónimo no iba dirigido a mí. No te equivoques conmigo, no tengo la costumbre de leer el correo ajeno, pero era un simple pedazo de papel con unas cuantas líneas escritas a mano. Era evidente que iba dirigido a otro vecino. Parecía una nota inocente, pero, decididamente –y deliciosamente-, no lo era.
Sin ataduras. Sin reproches. Sin vuelta atrás.
No creía que él pudiera desearme. Y no iba a liarme con él, sobre todo después de lo que había oído. Alex Kennedy era alto, moreno e increíblemente guapo, pero yo ya había sufrido un gran golpe. Cuando le pedí que posara para mí, no esperaba que la sesión fotográfica se volviera tan apasionada.
Viaje al pasado
Un accidente de infancia convirtió a Emmaline en una persona propensa a sufrir alarmantes desvanecimientos; aunque apenas duraban unos minutos, para ella parecían prolongarse durante una eternidad. Aquellos episodios eran incómodos, pero manejables… hasta que conoció a Johnny Dellasandro.
Aquel pintor huraño y solitario había ganado notoriedad en los años setenta por su estilo de vida desenfrenado y sus películas pornográficas de arte y ensayo.
Every month, Joe tells me a different story, and every month, I listen. He doesn’t know that I imagine myself the star of his every one-night stand, and how could I tell him? I’m a married woman, after all. All Joe and I will ever have is imagination. All we will ever be is fiction.
I know this is wrong. I know I should stop before it goes too far. What I have learned from love is that you can’t always fix what is broken, but sometimes, you can survive it.
I’m just not sure I can possibly survive knowing Joe.