An anthology of four erotic stories by Megan Hart.
Author: Megan Hart
Alex is very convincing when he wants something. And he wants me. But I can’t give my heart to a man so…unconventional. I can’t take that chance again. I can’t risk it, but I can’t resist it, either.
Vanilla is an in-depth look into the mind of a Domme and how her choices affect how people around her look at her. It’s a story with a loose connection to Morningstar Mocha which has appeared in other Hart stories and includes Hart’s Alex Kennedy. This ARC was provided by NetGalley and Mira in exchange for an honest review. My Take It’s an exploration of Elise’s life, her thoughts, and her desires, which makes it perfect that Hart tells this story from Elise’s point-of-view. Her inner thoughts predominate in this about her sex life, her family life, a touch of her working life, and what makes her happy. I absolutely adore how much she cares about William, about her family. Most of whom don’t deserve her carefulness. Whatever else Elise is, she is well-rounded in her interests nor is she afraid to own what she likes. The one problem Elise does have is the insecurity that surrounds her from a love affair gone bad. She does make me nuts with her need to punish herself over George. Girl, after all this time, you’re still letting him control you? Why would anyone want to be with someone like him? Hmmm, maybe […]
Swept into a love triangle and caught up in Meredith’s sensual orbit, the latte-slinging Tesla Martin finds everything she’s ever needed, wanted, or dreamed of. Until…
Four all-new tales of ecstasy by Emma Holly, Megan Hart, Lauren Dane, and Bethany Kane that prove that the most delectable things in life come in threes.
Each time Joe tells me of his latest conquest, I fantasize I’m the star of each X-rated night. It’s wrong. I know my husband wouldn’t understand, but I can’t stop.
Worn out, Gilly Soloman only feels relief that she can rest, when a carjacker holds a knife to her throat. Time forges a connection, but she can never forget he’s a man teetering on the edge.
It was a perfect life with James, the house on the lake. Then Alex came. I didn’t need another man, but I wasn’t the only one who loved.