Bøger af Megan Hart

I was looking for a stranger when I found Sam.For years, I preferred to pay for companionship rather than risk a relationship that could end in tragedy. Now I'm caught between the freedom of keeping up my no-strings flings and the possibility I might have found something real. Something true.Something that could break my heart.I've always known that love has a price...the question is, am I willing to pay it?

I didn't know his name or anything about him, but the moment he walked through the door of the coffee shop, I knew who he was.My body told me.Now I can't stop my mind from telling me that I'm flipping back and forth in time - between a present where Johnny doesn't even know I exist and a past where he wants me.Takes me.Maybe even loves me.When our pasts and presents collide, I can't tell Johnny-now about everything that's happened between me and Johnny-then. Not without sounding like I've lost my mind. But I have, haven't I? Because now that I want to stay anchored here, in the present, the fugues keep taking me back to the time before.I'm afraid I'm going to get lost back then.Or worse, I'm afraid I'll wake up now...and the only thing left will be the lingering smell of oranges.

Tesla Martin vivía plácidamente sirviendo cafés en la cafetería Morningstar Mocha, disfrutando de las idas y venidas de sus clientes favoritos. Sin embargo, ninguno de ellos podía compararse con Meredith, una mujer carismática que se las arreglaba para sonsacarle la historia de su vida incluso al más tímido de los mortales. Con su canto de sirena, Meredith consiguió atrapar a Tesla en su órbita sensual e irresistible y, sin reservas, Tesla compartió con ella vivencias que había olvidado hacía mucho. Nada de lo que le proponía Meredith le parecía imposible, ni siquiera acostarse con su marido, Charlie, mientras ella miraba.En un abrir y cerrar de ojos, Tesla entró a formar parte de un triángulo amoroso. Junto a Charlie, sensato y de carácter tranquilo, y Meredith, brillante y exasperante al mismo tiempo, Tesla encontró lo que siempre había soñado, aunque nadie más pudiera entenderlo. Eran tres contra el mundo.Pero los vértices del triángulo comenzaron a separarse muy pronto, hasta que solo quedaron dos, y el espacio intermedio se llenó de confusión, dolor y posibilidades...

Their passion will consume everything-and everyone- in its path.... I'm on a train. I don't know which stop I got on at; I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don't. The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life-a good life with everything a woman could want-and suddenly, there is something more I didn't know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even on occasion deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly fulfilled. So this is where I am, on a train that's out of control, and I am not just a passenger. I'm the one shoveling the furnace full of coal to keep it going fast and faster. If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn't help it, that I've been swept away, that it's not my fault, that it's fate...would that be easier? The truth is, I didn't know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must've been, all this time. And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away. This is my choice. And I don't know how to stop. Or even if I want to.

She had never been more beautiful to him than when she was making him hurt. Corinne was young once. Reese wasn't her first lover, but he was the first to submit to her. For a while they had something special, but it ended badly. She's a little older now - and the wealthy businessman who just bought the company she works for bears little resemblance to that boy. He's commanding, domineering, and seems hell-bent on pushing her past her limits. In a flash of anger, she falls back into their old pattern-and Reese falls right in with her. Before she knows it, she's testing him. Then tasting him. Corrine knows she can't afford to get involved again. Her life is complicated enough without throwing in a slew of kink. Now if only Reese would stop making her feel like the goddess she used to be...and showing her who's been the boss all along. But if he wants her, he's going to have to beg for it.

It's an acquired taste...he just has to acquire it Elise knows what she wants in the bedroom, and she makes sure she gets it. Her thirst for domination has long been quenched by a stable of men only too happy to bow down before her. But sexual satisfaction isn't the same as love, and she's been burned in the past by giving her heart too freely. Niall is handsome, smart, successful and sweet-sweet as vanilla. When they meet, their romantic connection is electric, even though he's way on the opposite end of the kink spectrum. Despite how she fights it, Elise falls for him-but how can a relationship work when both lovers want to be on top? "Hart wields her pen like a scalpel...in this soul-searching, emotionally sensitive story. Strong characterization and smooth, yet forceful, writing captures your attention and holds you hostage." -RT Book Reviews on The Space Between Us

Ever hear of wanderlust? Every other weekend, Stella buys a ticket on the next flight out of town and leaves her life behind. Home is a place with too many memories, and departure is the sweetest possible distraction. As soon as she arrives at her destination, Stella visits the airport bar. She orders a drink and waits for the right guy to come along. A bored businessman, a backpacker, a baggage handler just off shift. If he's into a hot, no-strings hookup, he's perfect. Each time is a thrilling escape from reality that gives the term layover a whole new meaning. When Stella meets the enigmatic Matthew in Chicago one weekend, she hits some serious turbulence. Something about him tells her she's not the only one running from the past. The connection between them is explosive, and for the first time, one taste is not enough for Stella. But returning to find a gorgeous man waiting for her is the easy part-facing the reason she's there is a whole other matter.... "Hart's beautiful use of language and discerning eye toward human experience elevate the book to a poignant reflection on the deepest yearnings of the human heart and the seductive temptation of passion." -Kirkus Book Reviews on Tear You Apart

I pay strangers to sleep with me. I have my reasons...but they're not the ones you'd expect. 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....

This month my name is Mary.My name is different every month-Brandy, Honey, Amy...sometimes Joe doesn't even bother to ask-but he never fails to arouse me with his body, his mouth, his touch, no matter what I'm called or where he picks me up. The sex is always amazing, always leaves me itching for more in those long weeks until I see him again.My real name is Sadie, and once a month over lunch Joe tells me about his latest conquest. But what Joe doesn't know is that in my mind, I'm the star of every X-rated one-night stand he has revealed to me, or that I'm practically obsessed with our imaginary sex life. I know it's wrong. I know my husband wouldn't understand. But I can't stop. Not yet.

don't think don't question just do 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. "Realistic characters, natural dialogue, beautiful erotic and romantic trysts, and thought-provoking insights on life, death and love all exemplify Megan Hart's signature style of erotic fiction." -BookFizz

I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you-this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course.I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't apologize for who I am or what I've done in-or out-of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven't wanted anything else.Until Dan. Until now.

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 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.

My husband, James. The house on the lake. Our perfect life. And then Alex came to visit. The first time I saw my husband's best friend, I didn't like him. Didn't like how James changed when he was around, didn't like how his penetrating eyes followed me everywhere. But that didn't stop me from wanting him. And, surprisingly, James didn't seem to mind.It was meant to be fun. Something the three of us shared for those hot summer weeks Alex stayed with us. Nobody was supposed to fall in or out of love. I didn't need another man, not even one who oozed sex like honey and knew all the secrets I didn't know, the secrets my husband hadn't shared. After all, we had a perfect life. And I loved my husband.But I wasn't the only one.