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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 ...

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Overview


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


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"Fans will find much to praise in Hart's handling of her characters' pain and emptiness and their tentative steps toward redemption." —-RT Book Reviews
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  • ISBN-13: 9781460330043
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 4/29/2014
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 63,641
  • File size: 346 KB

Meet the Author

Megan Hart

Megan Hart is the award-winning and multi-published author of more than thirty novels, novellas and short stories. Her work has been published in almost every genre, including contemporary women’s fiction, historical romance, romantic suspense and erotica. Megan lives in the deep, dark woods of Pennsylvania with her husband and children, and is currently working on her next novel for MIRA Books. You can contact Megan through her website at www.MeganHart.com.


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Red lips.

Smooth skin. Perfume.

These are tricks a lot of women know. Men like silky hair and clinging dresses, high heels and gartered stockings like the ones she wears now. In her twenties Stella had taught herself how to be sexy for a man; it wasn't until she was older that she discovered it was so much better to be sexy for herself.

Her feet whisper on the cool industrial tiles as she tips her scarlet-soled pumps into the bin and pushes it along the rollers toward the X-ray machine. Next, her bag, which she affectionately calls the TARDIS. Like the traveling police-box time machine from her son's favorite TV show, Stella's bag is bigger on the inside. It can hold a weekend's worth of everything a woman needs to make herself beautiful, plus a book in case she doesn't find anyone worth being beautiful for.

Her coat goes next. She'd prefer to keep it on, but even if they let her through the scanner with it, the buckle will set off the alarm. Then again, so will the clips on her garters, probably. At this point, Stella knows most of the TSA agents who work at the Harrisburg International Airport by name. They still have to pat her down, of course, but by now it's become sort of a game for them and for her.

"Hi, Pete." She doesn't miss the way his gaze dips to her seam-stockinged toes and lingers on her calves when she turns to add her cell phone to a second bin before pushing that one through behind the first. She can't see him do it, but she's sure he takes a good, long look at her ass too.

This is good.

It doesn't matter that Pete is at least her father's age and wears a walrus mustache. Or that he's married with kids and grandkids whose pictures he proudly displays on his phone. Or even that the gum he chews constantly can't cover up the pervasive odor of bad breath. It doesn't matter that she will never take Pete home and fuck him.

It only matters that she could, if she wanted to. If she tried hard enough. If she let him stand a little too close, breathe a little too hard, if she shifted just the right way so the slit in her dress parted just enough to give him a glimpse of her bare thighs.

Stella is pretty sure Pete thinks she's a relatively expensive call girl, or at the very least some rich man's mistress. It's the clothes, hair, the manicured nails. It's the shoes. There's no way for anyone to mistake anything about her for a woman on a business trip, unless her business is pleasure. Pete doesn't know she doesn't get paid for any of this, at least not with money.

"Where you off to tonight?" Pete lets the wand move up and down her body as she holds up her arms. The wand beeps around her thighs. He moves it again, slowly. Up and down. "Sorry about this, Stella."

"No problem." Her warm smile isn't forced. He doesn't know it's as much artifice as the fake lashes and fingernails. The only difference is she doesn't need glue to hold it in place. "I'm used to it by now."

He waves her to the side, where a pair of TSA agents will pat her down, explaining the process every step of the way and asking repeatedly for her permission to touch her in places that no longer even feel intimate. Stella makes it easy for them. They're just doing their job.

The agent bending to slide her fingers up Stella's calf is new, or at least has never worked the Friday night shift before when Stella's passing through. Her name tag says Maria. She has dark hair slicked into a tight bun that can't disguise the natural curl. Big dark eyes fringed with lashes that don't need to be glued on. Her mouth isn't painted red, but it's lush and glistening just the same. She does her job efficiently, barely cracking a smile. Not unfriendly, but definitely distant. When she looks up, Stella, who's looking down, thinks she understands why.

Stella's never been with a woman, but that doesn't mean she hasn't thought about it. These tricks-sometimes they work on women too. That gleam of interest, however faint and trying to be ignored, calls to her just as much as it does in a man's eyes, because all of this effort Stella makes isn't so much about the wanting as of being wanted.

When Maria's fingertips skate along the inside of her thighs, Stella's reaction is immediate but not unconscious. Her feet shift on the blue-painted marks on the floor, the rough paint that could snag her stockings if she's not careful. The tiniest movement, not enough to draw attention to herself, but the agent notices. Their eyes meet. Under the layers of silk and lace, Stella throbs. Maria looks away.

What would it be like to hide yourself that way, so the world can't guess something that is such a basic part of you? Such a defining thing? Stella understands. Everyone has secrets, and most of them are about sex.

Maria doesn't look at her again, not throughout the entire rest of the inspection, and her voice doesn't falter as she gives, in monotone, the speech and instructions Stella could recite from memory. Stella's voice, however, has gone husky when she gives her permission for every single pat of Maria's hands against her. By the time it's over, Stella feels flushed and shivery; she fumbles with her belongings and Maria has to help with her coat and bag.

"Take your time, ma'am," Maria says in a neutral voice. "Have a nice day."

Stella slips into her shoes and pulls the bag along behind her, her coat over her arm. She doesn't look back, keeps her head high, draws in breath after breath to keep herself steady. In the bathroom, she locks herself inside a stall and leans against the chilly metal, eyes closed, and pushes her hands into the slit of her wrap dress. Up the insides of her thighs, over the stockings and bare flesh, to press her clit through her panties. Her back arches. Her nipples are hard. She lets herself imagine for a few moments what it would be like to have that woman's face against her flesh. Those lush lips on her cunt. Would it be different than the beard-rough touch of a man? Probably. She laughs at herself, but silently, and at the sink splashes water on a paper towel before pressing it to the back of her neck.

She studies her reflection. Dark-lined eyes against pale skin, those red lips. Her hair is naturally auburn and hangs to her shoulders, usually worn with the ends curling up, but not tonight. She wears it in a deep side part now, pinned behind one ear and hanging loose on the other. Because she's alone in the bathroom, she allows herself to give the woman in the mirror a sly smile and an assessing gaze. Stella doesn't stare at herself because she's vain. She does it so she knows how she looks to other people. She does it so she can be sure the expressions she feels on her face look real, her smile bright or sexy or sympathetic as needed and not some Joker-faced grin. She used to never have to think about how she looked, but that was a long time ago. She was a different woman then, one who never worried about her makeup or hair or if she was going to scare someone with her smile.

She's gotten better at it.

She touches up her lipstick and powders her nose. She adjusts her stockings and her push-up bra, opens the neckline of her dress just a little bit more. She slips into her coat and belts it. By the time she gets to the gate, her plane is boarding and she waits patiently in line to take the seat that's left. Sometimes when she gets to the gate she finds out she won't be going where she thought she was, that she'll have to try another flight, but that's the price she pays for flying free. It doesn't happen often. Harrisburg's airport might be international, but it's also very small and hardly ever busy. Tonight, there's no problem.

Tonight, she's going to Atlanta.

It will be warmer there than it is in central Pennsylvania in late September, and that's fine. Stella doesn't plan on sightseeing. She'll barely even leave the airport. One night in, the next out. She has that book if she's not lucky…but she almost always is.

She likes the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta. It has a couple of nice bars and coffee shops where she can sip iced tea or coffee or the occasional hot cocoa, depending on her mood. Like every airport she's ever used, it has a wide selection of hotels no more than a quick shuttle ride from the terminal. She belongs to all the rewards programs. It only ever takes a quick call to confirm a cheap vacancy.

Stella is still thinking of Maria when she sits at the bar in Atlanta and settles her bag at her feet. Having to keep it with her is one inconvenience about these trips, but also the easiest escape route. She can always say she's on her way to catch a plane if she needs an excuse to get away. She's used it a few times, though there's the possibility she'll be caught in the lie when the man whose attentions she's fleeing sees her in a different bar with a different man-but really, what does she care? She doesn't owe them anything, even if they do buy her a drink or three. Even if she does lean a little close, fluttering her lashes, or crosses her legs artfully so that her dress gives them a glimpse of her unspoken promises.

Today isn't the first time she's ever been checked out by a woman. Women look each other over all the time. Women assess each other with bright and knowing eyes that broadcast their approval, envy, disdain. The tricks of gloss and glitter are meant to lure men but impress other women. Stella might have to study her reflection to know if her expression is portraying what she means it to, but all she has to do is look at other women to know if her body's doing the same thing.

Still, there is something different about being looked over and checked out. That fleeting glimpse of desire in Maria's eyes, coupled with the too-polite way she went about her inspection, have lit a familiar fire inside Stella. Sometimes she likes to flirt and be coy, to dance around her desires and draw them out. Make the outcome uncertain. Sometimes she likes to be pursued. And sometimes, like tonight, she wants to be the one making someone else cross the line they might not even know they had.

A man sits down beside her. One always does. He doesn't try to hide his assessment of her, and it's nicely appreciative. He's conventionally attractive-square jaw, good haircut, a few feathery lines of crow's feet and a glint of silver at his temples. Businessman, suit and tie, white shirt, nice watch. Class ring on his wedding finger. He smells good.

He's not what she wants. Other nights, definitely, but not this one. Stella makes a quarter turn with her body away from him and focuses her attention on her cell phone. He gets the hint, orders a drink and lets his focus fall on a woman on the other side of him. Stella eavesdrops on his opening line. It would've worked on her on another night. Almost all do.

She sees what she wants. He's sitting at the other end of the bar with a pint glass of beer in front of him. He's watching the sports channel on the flat-screen above the bartender. He's youngish, at least a few years younger than her. Clean cut, dark hair cropped close, no hint of a beard. He wears a long-sleeved black shirt and black trousers, and yes, she looks for it-the peek of a white collar from his pocket.

Stella has made an art of observation. She studies him surreptitiously, noting the black bag nestled at his feet like a faithful dog. The bag's the sort you get at a conference, emblazoned with a dove and the words Episcopal Diocese Fall Clergy Conference circling it.

Episcopalian, not Roman Catholic. No vow of chastity, but still a priest. Still the sort of man who shouldn't do what she wants him to do.

Guh.

He doesn't look around the bar even when a couple of women pass right behind him on the way to the bathroom. Not even when one of them brushes his shoulder with her bag as she passes. He looks up long enough to move his chair when there's a little bit of a roadblock between the kitchen and bathroom, so he's not totally oblivious or entranced by the week's sports highlights. But he's definitely a guy who's there to enjoy a beer and some food, not company. Especially not random female company. If the tucked-away collar didn't give that away, the onion rings do.

Stella finishes her drink and gathers her things. She gets little more attention from him than the other women did, but when she sits next to him, he does give her a quick glance and a small, polite smile. Stella returns it with the same lack of heat and interest. When the bartender tells her that yes, they do have iced tea, she orders a glass, and when it arrives she makes a show of looking for the sugar.

"Oh…excuse me." A smile with the right amount of friendly, gaze indirect enough not to be threatening. She points to the small dish of packets to his right. "Could you pass me the sugar?"

She's already seen that the dish contains a rainbow of artificial sweeteners. He pushes it to her with a murmured "Oh, sure." Stella frowns. This time when she looks at him, she makes sure to catch his eye completely. Another smile, this one a little slower.

She holds his gaze a little longer than is comfortable before she says, "Is there any real sugar?"

He looks again to his right, but this is a bar, not a diner. She's judged him right, though. Before she can say anything, he's waving at the bartender and asking for real sugar, which the bartender has to hunt for beneath the bar for a moment before he passes over a handful of white packets. They spill from the man's hands, across the polished top of the bar, and Stella laughs as she helps scoop them up and tuck them into place alongside their chemical cousins.

"Thanks," she says. It's enough. She thought it might be.

He smiles at her. "You're welcome."

She tears two packets at the same time and stirs the sugar into the tea, then takes out the long spoon and tucks it in her mouth to suck the sweetness before setting it on the napkin in front of her. He looks away, but not quickly enough. She leans a little close, but not too much.

"I hate the taste of artificial sweeteners." This is a dance. Maybe he knows it. Maybe he doesn't. But Stella does, and she's very careful with the steps. "They're terrible."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." He lets his gaze tilt toward her again, but not his body. His hands close around his glass, but he doesn't drink.

Gloss and glitter. It's like dangling a sequined worm in sun-dappled waters, letting it drift and catch the light until the fish decides it wants to bite. The question is, will he bite? Will he?

"Some crazy weather, huh?" The second he opens his mouth to speak, it doesn't matter what he says. It means he's hooked. He points at the TV, across which a banner is running. Freak tornados have swept the Midwest and also odd places on the East Coast that don't usually see them.

He doesn't quite look at her and she's most definitely not looking at him, but she can feel him sneaking a peek.

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  • Posted July 19, 2014

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    Sexy and Sizzling Chick-Lit!

    A special thank you to Harlequin MIRA and NetGalley for a complimentary reading copy in exchange for an honest review.

    Megan Hart’s FLYING is a sizzling erotic escape into a weekend intriguing world of sexy and scandalous wanderlust—in order to hide from pain and memories; to be someone else with a different name, where no one knows your story, grief, or past. (Loved the front cover)

    Stella’s ex-husband worked with the airline; hence, as part of the divorce settlement she gets a free buddy pass to fly anywhere. She lives for those weekends, the sex, the desire, and the feeling of being wanted. Her son, nor her ex-husband have a clue of her secret life.

    With a teenage son who spends weekends with his dad and his new younger wife, Stella is a free spirit to hop on plane, head to the airport bar, or lounge and hook up with strange men. She sets the mood from the time she gets off the plane—she has a good book always in the event nothing clicks, but she seldom has to pull out her second choice.

    Of course, the seductress wants no real emotional attachment, nor will the man ever know the real person behind the sexy body, stilettos, and garter belt. (Reminds me of the psychologist gal on Mistresses, after she suffers from two traumatic events). Stella lives for the thrill as almost an obsession.

    This behavior has been going on for some time; however, one man is different. Matt is complicated, but he wants more than a one night stand. However, needless to say he has baggage, as well (and we are not talking designer luggage here).

    The first part of the book shows one side of Stella’s personality—however, as you get to know Stella and learn of her past, the raw emotion, you begin to sympathize with this character and she becomes likable. Really disliked Matt and thought he was very self-centered until more is uncovered about his past as well and loved the way Stella stood up to him.

    Two complex people, both with a secret past—loss, tragedy, love, and pain. They both crave the life they had previously, until a tragedy occurred to change the course of their lives. A novel of overcoming one's demons, self-discovery and second chances.

    This was my first book by Megan Hart, and really enjoyed her writing style. Yes, there was a lot of sexy erotic banter; however, FLYING has much depth and substance.

    I started reading the e-book format; however, was traveling and also purchased the audiobook and the narrator, Abby Craden, offered a pleasant and sexy voice, keeping me entertained, and suspense high at all times--dying to learn what would happen next.

    FLYING is a realistic story of human emotions--fate steps in and gives us people in our lives at just the right time, even under crazy circumstances.

    A satisfying read, with a happy ending and some romance sizzle. I typically do not read a lot of romance or erotica; however, looking forward to reading more from this author. We all need an escape once in a while!

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  • Posted June 17, 2014

    Hmmm.... this good was good, it's not one I would pick up and re

    Hmmm.... this good was good, it's not one I would pick up and read again, but I'm glad I read it. 

    Liked the best: This is book is real. As real as real life gets. I like that Matthew wasn't this macho, rich, dominant man. He was real. He had real relationship issues and behaved like a man would in life situations. Stella was a real woman too. Suffered a serious loss, failed marriage and troubles of a teenage son. THAT'S LIFE. It's nice to read a good story and be able to relate to it. Could not have asked for a better story than that.

    Things I didn't like: The story seemed to be missing some details. It's a long(er) book, it could have had better flow...  Like why Stella does certain things. More of Matthews background... It seemed to pass time quickly... One chapter they're together and lovey, the next chapter 10 days have passed and they haven't spoken? When it was on, it was on... the minor details in the middle need to be "talked" about more.

    Overall - I laughed, I cried, I felt warm and fuzzy which is what I love out of romance novels, so 4 stars for exceeding in that!! 

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  • Posted May 1, 2014

    Flying. Megan Hart Review from Jeannie Zelos Book reviews. I'

    Flying. Megan Hart
    Review from Jeannie Zelos Book reviews.
    I'm sort of torn with this book, there were parts I loved, and then parts I felt really disconnected to :( Stella flights and the inner, quiet, excitement eroticism she showed about her time away had me intrigued. Why was she doing this, having random sexual encounters in different places with different men? The disguises, the false names, it all made me think there was something big behind it. And there was, just not what I expected. There's a lot of hints and clues about her behaviour, and interactions with her son and ex husband in the early part of the book, and I felt that swinging from one part to another it was almost as if I was reading two different books at times.
    Then she met Matthew, and he also was looking for an escape although he didn't seem to know it. Their romance goes forward very slowly, its weeks before she meets up with him again, and she almost doesn't – having a rule to herself she doesn’t do the same place or person twice. He's been waiting for her though, he knew they could have something special. I loved him but...like often happens he was plagued by guilt and being manipulated by his ex, and it was difficult for him and Stella to find a way forward past their problems. They're both damaged people, I felt for Stella too but somehow I found it hard to really like her. We didn't seem to know much about her as a person, she kept so much of herself inside that even the reader is kept detached. I was sad when things went awry, and pleased at the ending. Its a journey, and not just on the planes, for both of them it's a journey through grief, guilt and sadness, and it's something that felt very, very real. I could imagine them as real people, even though I didn't really connect with Stella, and could have shaken Matthew at times! Its a romance, but not the usual man meets woman and they live HEA, it's one where real people's problems are released, and we see how easy it is to take the wrong step and lose everything. Its a thinking romance, I enjoyed it but it's not one I’d re read. It's a good length, really letting us get deep into the characters problems and possible solutions.
    Stars: Four, a romance for thinkers, not just a sweet HEA one. ARC supplied by Netgalley

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  • Posted April 29, 2014

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    Read from April 03 to 04, 2014 Book Info  Kindle Edition, 40

    Read from April 03 to 04, 2014




    Book Info 
    Kindle Edition, 400 pages
    Expected publication: May 1st 2014 by Harlequin MIRA (first published April 29th 2014)
    ASIN B00GPDYKOS
    edition language English
    other editions (1)
    Source:Netgalley EARC




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    BOOK SYNOPSIS








    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.




    My Thoughts








    All of us at one time or another have hit a place where we wish to leave our real lives behind, especially when memories of the past overshadow any joy we feel in the present. Stella is a divorcee with a 16 year old son who becomes more like his father every day, slowly driving her to the brink of despair at ever connecting with him again like when he was younger.




    Typically when one thinks of a woman with a 16 year old son one imagines her to be fairly settled into her daily routine and in some ways Stella does fit this mold, however in others she blows it right out of the water.




    Not one to shy away from her sensuality Stella has come up with a way to satisfy her need to escape by taking weekend flights where she allows herself to be picked up in the airport bar, enjoys a hot encounter with a stranger and then flies home to her home in Pennsylvania where she then works diligently at her job until she finds herself once again flying out of town. This pattern repeats over and over until the weekend she meets Matthew in the Chicago airport and they find themselves unable to deny wanting more than just a mutually satisfying sexual hookup. 




    As Stella allows herself to care more and more for Matthew the pain from her past starts to heal, but the fact his relationship with his ex-wife and two daughters seems to mean more to him than his feelings for Stella causes friction.




    A story of a woman searching for a way to fill the hole in her heart she refuses to admit is even there. There is laughter, tears, joy and sorrow that add up to a healing long overdue for Stella. Not your normal erotic romance read but one that allows the characters to connect with reader emotionally as their secrets unravel one by one taking us to darker territory than expected before a questionable HEA.




    [EArc from Netgalley in exchange for honest review]

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2014

    My Emotions Were Flying High Reviewed by: Red's Hot Reads 4 Sta

    My Emotions Were Flying High
    Reviewed by: Red's Hot Reads

    4 Stars!!!!

    <i>This book gave me the ultimate book hangover ever. When I sat down to write this review I really wanted to gush my frustration and angst with the characters and the author. I realized this is exactly what the book was meant to do. Provoke these feelings in the reader. 

    I was so frustrated with certain points of this book that I had to actually put it down because the story was giving me a knot in my chest. Stella was a witch to everyone in the story. As the book began to unravel you start to realize why this woman is so bent on being miserable. She flies from destination to destination in search of escape from her pain. It takes a little while for the source of her pain to be revealed and once it was I had some sincere sympathy for her. Stella meets Matthew and has a long distance relationship with him. Their relationship is so angsty and at times I really wanted to slap Matthew as well for his behavior. Stella surrender’s her heart but will Matthew accept it? Read to find out.

    I haven’t had a book effect me in this manner in a while. I am still trying to figure out if it was in a good way or not. (which I suppose is an example of great writing if you really think about it) You are tying me in a knot Ms. Hart. The emotions in this book will take you on the wildest ride. So much sadness and self-preservation to the extent of armor it was heart-wrenching.  But in this book’s sadness we see healing and love. I loved Matthew regardless of his issues. I loved Stella’s friend Craig and felt bad for him. I was thrilled when a mother began to be a mother again and heal with her son. Even Jeff Stella’s ex-husband was vulnerable in the diner scene. 

    The sex in this book is off the charts hot. God Matthew was so hot. The only reason I gave this book 4 stars instead of 5 was I was left wanting so much more at the ending. I have so many unanswered questions for the characters in this book. It just ended a little abruptly for me. With that being said, the book compelled me to read and keep reading. Megan’s writing style was super.

    This is my first Megan Hart book. I would definitely recommend this read to everyone. I have several of her titles on my TBR list and will be diving into them very soon.

    Quotes:

    This naked, somehow desperate connection of two people who don’t even know each other’s last names, but who each knows exactly how the other tastes. – Stella

    “Love makes people lose their minds.”

    “Good night, Matthew,” she said, amused by his reluctance to end the call. “Good Night, Stella. Dream in color.”</i>

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  • Posted April 29, 2014

    3 star read but extra credit for the racy scenes This is my fir

    3 star read but extra credit for the racy scenes

    This is my first Megan Hart book and I found the storyline to be interesting but it just never gave me a complete understanding of the characters. Stella, the heroine is 10 years past tragedy and is still haunted by it. Divorced from her airline CEO husband she takes advantage of the perk of her divorce settlement which entitled her to free flights. This is where Stella takes on new personas in an effort to have no strings hook ups. She definitely knows what she wants sexually and she is not afraid to go for it. Then she meets Matt at a time when she truly was travelling for business and she goes off for a night with him but as herself. This is when things get tricky for Stella and for the first time in awhile she is feeling more than lust for someone.

    I did love the real feel of her life struggles with her son Tristan and her ex-husband. The problem was I didn't always get what was going on throughout the story. There are flashback events or explanations which I found confusing. At this time I am not one hundred percent what happened with Craig. I was disturbed that ten years later it doesn't sound like she has ever had any counselling or help dealing with issues that truly needed to be dealt with. Matt and his dealings with Stella were totally infuriating and at times I found Stella's interactions with Matt to be contradictory: confident and in your face honest alternating with emotional train wreck and needy. I really was unsure how this story was going to unfold and as I approached ninety-eight percent and still no inkling as to what was going to happen I was frustrated. I really think the story would have ended much better if an epilogue was included because I don't think anything is really different and Stella likely will run into the same issues with Matt over and over again. Since the book comes across as a stand alone I just feel unsettled not knowing whatever happens.

    Thanks to NetGalley for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

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    Posted August 4, 2014

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