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Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Megan Hart is the award-winning and multi- published author of more than thirty novels, novellas and short stories. Her work. 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. Erotica. Tempted (Alex Kennedy, #1), Everything Changes (Alex Kennedy, #), Naked (Alex Kennedy, #2), Vanilla (Alex Kennedy, #3), and Moments of Disarr.
Theresa flashed back to how different it had felt when Babulya had called her Titi, an endearment, a nickname born of affection and not simply a truncating of her name for the sake of convenience. Her dad looked faintly surprised. Before that, though, the last time had been brutal. Still, he paced. He knew that meant something with money. Or about getting a mortgage.
With the money he had from selling the quarry, even after paying off his portion of the debts, he had plenty to put down on the diner, and despite years of skating on the edge of losing everything, he and Alicia had always paid their bills on time.
He could do it without any help from Theresa, if he had to. His mother was there, and his brother. By the way she wrinkled her nose, he could tell that Amber agreed. She made another offer. The garden shed had never been in good repair, but over time the roof had partially collapsed, and the door hung on one hinge.
It would be fun, the brothers knocking down the rotten wood. For now, though, he was content to sit in the warming spring sunshine and enjoy a thick sandwich of sweet Lebanon bologna on white bread slathered with mayo. Incredibly, be Theresa grinned to herself as she pulled into the parking lot, then walked around the back and up to the kitchen doors, the ones not for public use.
She could use them because she owned the diner. The diner. She and Ilya Stern: partners. This thought sobered her a little, her smile fading.
It had all happened so fast her head was still spinning a little. This was crazy. Beyond insane. Maybe she never had. The door creaked open before she could even knock, revealing Ilya.
His grin was as broad as her own. Such a kid, she thought, but fondly, letting his But now she wanted to spend some real time in one place, getting to know it. Near Loch Ness. Have you been there? Alicia made a face. Me neither. Is that a yes? Checking items off a list had made her feel accomplished, in control, and confident.
It was first on the list of things to do in order to get the place in shape to be put on the market. The furniture and stuff like that I can handle. But all of this. Boxes, some labeled but most not, lined the space, along with odd things like an old laundry hamper, some ancient baby toys, and a high chair. She knew it, he thought, watching her from the back booth in the diner while Jenni moved from table to table, refreshing coffee and taking orders.
More likely, she was ignoring him on purpose. Something he could blame this on, the slow but inexorable distance growing between them. Or mean. Looking at her now, he studied the faint dark circles under her eyes. Her cheeks seemed hollower. Her blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail but looked messy, all the same.
She looked tired, even when she The Harrisons had been big fans of their camera. She remembered every hallway in their house being lined with framed family portraits as well as candid snapshots. And the wallet-size photos all the kids passed around like trading cards? Forget it. The photos in her hand now had been tucked inside the original paper envelope, along with the negatives. The id It required vision, he thought as he scrolled through several pages of vintage diner booths and neon signs that could be had for surprisingly reasonable prices.
At the soft knock on his door frame, he slid the laptop to the side and sat up. The waft of her fresh perfume sent a now-familiar tingle through him as she sat next to him on the bed. He stopped himself from leaning closer to sniff her. A flashing memory of her heat surrounding him sent a shiver through him. That had happened, he reminded himself sharply.
Roaming the world, doing things. Teach English maybe?
Dig wells? Cook dinner on a kibbutz? Hell, I have no idea. He had monthly payments to the bank, utilities set up in his name, new equipment ordered to replace the few things that had been bad, and a small construction crew taking care of the interior renovations. He was doing this.
Alicia had been the one to handle the day-to-day crap at Go Deep. Now, faced with a shadowed and quiet diner left empty but smelling of sawdust and varnish, his head was bursting with plans and ideas he was discovering needed more than enthusiasm to implement. He needed Theresa. She felt sticky and gross from sweat, her pajamas clinging to her. For the first time in three days, she thought she might actually be able to take a shower.
It was a mistake. She sank onto her knees next to the claw-foot tub, knowing there was no way she was going to be able to get herself in and out of it without falling. Theresa had not cried—really cried—for a long time. Talking about staffing. That sort of thing. You know, we could use your advice on some things. Deliberately, his mother removed her glasses and looked down her nose at him. She closed the laptop lid.
Why on earth? Her scowl flashed into something else for a moment before she smoothed her expression. I just thou There was also Ilya, in general. She paused while stripping the sheets from her bed, her arms full of cotton, to bury her face in the pile and let out a muffled squeal. It did not turn into a bout of throat-ripping coughs, so that was a relief. It did end up with her turning to sit on the bare mattress to fend off a wave of dizziness that she had to admit had nothing to do with her recent illness.
It was the Or maybe dating. Or wanted to date. Theresa smiled at him from across the kitchen table. And Dina Guttridge. Look, it was a stupid thing that happened once, two years ago. Because you were not to be trusted.
God, she looked gorgeous. Hair pulled up, minimal makeup, tight T-shirt, and jeans.
I got them, too. His mother tipped her head to look at him over the rims of her reading glasses. A credit inquiry, made in her name, had triggered it. It had been refused, thank God, although that only reminded her of how long it would be until she could get credit on her own. What made you think it would be anything close to okay for you to pull this shit again, Dad? Why would you do this? Her father gave her a pleading look. Hating him but not enough.
Not quite enough. If you ever pulled this again, I would report you. I would turn you in to the police. Not yet. But they were well on the way. The staff had been hired, the menu perfected, the diner redecorated. There were a few glitches to work out, but that was the purpose of the soft opening. Theresa bent over the desk in the tiny diner office to go over her checklist.
She was going to forget something, she knew it. Not too much. You look gorgeous. Like you should be on the menu under dessert. Comes with a cape. Ilya had seen them come through the front doors together. Ilya, relaxing a little as he looked around at everyone enjoying themselves, decided to play the part of restaurant owner and walk around to make sure everything was all right. I took the pills. He sold them. Eventually, he recruited that girl to help him. The staff had been sent home.
The doors locked. Ilya had broken out a bottle of champagne, but the rest of them had switched to coffee or nothing at all. So I kicked him out. Kept you? Galina gave each of them a harried, defensive stare. Struggling the way I did. Ilya popped the cork, spraying foam, then splashed a glass full.
Only one. He lifted it. What a goddamned mess of a night.
She watched Ilya down the glass of champagne and pour another, again without offering her some. Make this my fault Alicia closed her eyes and let herself nestle into the curve of his shoulder.
I had no idea. None of us did. It smelled like cat piss and sour milk. Light came in through the broken blinds in stripes like bars on a prison cell. Barry put his hands up at once, flinching. I nev She probably did hate him. She had not spoken to Ilya for two days. In the aftermath of the huge reveal, Theresa had tried to talk to her, but Alicia had refused.
Politely, with tears thick in her throat, but making it clear she was not going to discuss anything with Theresa, at least not right away. She and Ilya. Niko and Alicia. A lot had happened over the past year. Loss, renewal, beginnings, endings. Most of all, though, love. Then into the trees, all of them ducking as they pushed through the line of evergreens to get to the path Ilya had made.
Behind her, Alicia and Niko were also holding hands. Ilya held a golden-leafed limb out of the way so they could all pass. The path beneath their feet was uneven and curving, but none of them stumbled or fell. Alicia paused at the spot where the old equipment shed had once stood.
It is a trilogy and but only the first book has been released. No contract thus far but definitely reminded me of Cannot wait for the next book to come out!!! Love your blog thanks for all the great recommendations! Well here you go! This one had me from the start, because the circumstances were dire.
At first, scary, and over-the-top. This wealthy, and gorgeous man would not take no for an answer. Offering the job opportunity of a lifetime to the perfect candidate for his company, and even more… for his heart. And when she had to turn him down for personal reasons even though it was HER dream, too , he took matters into his own hands.
Take a look at that title.
And despite my trepidation. And then… yep! More coming in this series. Brooke suggested it for this list, too! No BDSM but still a great read. I have also read Bared to You and Beautiful Disaster and this book was right up there! It reminds me a lot of 50 Shades but mostly like Bared to You. My only hesitation was that it will consist of 3 short installments to complete the storyline, and installment 1 is the only part that has been released, so far.
It was about healing, trust and emotional growth. And this Dom took discipline to a whole other level. Some of my fellow readers loved it, and some… did not.
But again. This one is full-on BDSM and this guy can play some serious head-games. I would not recommend to everyone… just to those that are interested in reading a book that explores a much harder edge to this alternative lifestyle. There are a few scenes that are permanently burned into my brain that still have me wincing and not just the pain aspect…. You have been warned! This one will bring you to tears. Just ask the heroine. This one is like that. His lifestyle, preference and attitude oozes Dom.
Alpha male, strong, rich, highly intelligent, and controlled in all aspects, but he looses his control when he falls for a human female doctor kidnaps her and brings her to their compound and keeps her for himself. Oh and. Excellent, fulfilling read, and one of my all time favorites! If you want terrible angst and angry emotions and deep deep love then Thoughtless is probably for you.
How did I know? From a lethal, razor sharp commando, to sexy detectives, to a biker gang leader that instills fear in everyone, this series has a bit of everything that we love. My two favorites, hands-down, are Mystery Man book 1 and Motorcycle Man book 4. As long as you have book 1 under your belt, you can certainly jump to 4 and not lose anything from the story. Check out my review of Mystery Man and Motorcycle Man. I HAVE to include this.
This is yet another book that made me absolutely crazy in love, in agitation, in excitement. Oh yes. His life changes once she enters it, and the journey to self-discovery that they are both forced to travel or more like a roller coaster ride absolutely gave me THAT feeling. To me, it belongs and continues to be one of my 1 favorite books forever. Just… slowly. They are deeply poignant, gritty and raw, and you will face some uncomfortable moments. They certainly make the reader think. You will fall in Love with Jesse Ward.
It is a series of three books. He had me hooked from start to finish. Anxiously waiting for the third book. These books have BDSM, love and will even bring tears to your eyes.