Stranger

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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...

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Overview

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….

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Editorial Reviews

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"An action-packed, sexy, emotional romance that tears up the pages with heat while also telling a touching love story..."--Rachel Kramer Bussel

"[Broken] is not a traditional romance but the story of a real and complex woman caught in a difficult situation with no easy answers. Well-developed secondary characters and a compelling plot add depth to this absorbing and enticing novel."

-Library Journal

"Naked is a great story, steeped in emotion. Hart has a wonderful way with her characters....She conveys their thoughts and actions in a manner that brings them to life. And the erotic scenes provide a sizzling read."

-RT Book Reviews

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780778315780
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 9/24/2013
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 219,152
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.20 (d)

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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I was looking for a stranger.

The Fishtank wasn't my usual hangout, though I'd been inside it once or twice. Recently redecorated, it sought to compete with a bunch of brand-new bars and restaurants that had opened in downtown Harrisburg, but though the tropical theme and aquariums were pretty and the drinks cheap enough, the Fishtank was too far away from restaurant row to really compete. What it did have that the other, newer bars didn't, was the attached hotel. The Fishtank, "where you hook 'em," was sort of a joke with the young and single crowd of central Pennsylvania. Or at least with me, and I was young. And blessedly, purposefully, single.

Scanning the crowd, I wove my way through the closely set tables toward the bar. The Fishtank was filled, literally, with people I didn't know. One would be the perfect stranger, emphasis on perfect.

So far, I hadn't seen him, but there was still time. I took a seat at the bar. My black skirt rode up a little and my stockings, held up by a garter belt of wispy lace, slipped on the leather stool. The sensation whispered up my thighs, bare above the tops of my stockings. My panties, of even wispier lace, rubbed me as I shifted.

"Troegs Pale Ale," I told the bartender, who passed me a bottle with a nod.

Compared to many of the women in the Fishtank, I was dressed conservatively. My black skirt was cut fashionably just above the knee, my blouse silky and formfitting, but in the sea of low-riding jeans and navel-baring T-shirts, spaghetti straps and hooker heels, I stood out. Just the way I wanted.

I sipped my beer and looked around. Who would it be? Who would take me upstairs tonight? How long would I have to wait?

Apparently, not long. The seat next to mine had been empty when I sat, but now a man took it. Unfortunately, it was the wrong man. A stranger, yes, but not the one I was waiting for. The guy had blond hair and a gap between his two front teeth. Cute, but definitely not what I wanted. Also unfortunately, he didn't seem to take a hint.

"No, thanks," I said when he offered to buy me a drink. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

"You're not waiting for your boyfriend." He said this with unshakable confidence. "You're just saying that. Let me buy you a drink."

"I have one already." I gave him points for persistence, but I wasn't here to go home with a frat boy who thought "not" jokes were the height of humor.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone." Pause. "NOT!"

He laughed, slapping a thigh. "C'mon. Let me buy you a drink."

"I…"

"Are you hitting on my date?"

Frat Boy and I turned, and both our jaws dropped. I'm pretty sure we each had different reasons. His was probably surprise at being wrong. Mine was in delight.

The man standing next to me had the dark hair and blue eyes I'd been looking for. The earring. The jeans, deli-ciously worn in all the right places and the white T-shirt with a leather jacket over it. I was seated on a high bar stool and he still towered over me. I guessed him to be at least four inches over six feet, if not more.

Very, very nice.

My stranger flicked his hand like he was brushing away Frat Boy. "G'wan, now. Go."

Frat Boy, to give him credit, didn't try to make excuses. He just grinned and got off the stool. "Sorry, man. You can't blame me for trying, can you?"

My stranger turned to look at me, and his blue-eyed gaze roamed over my every inch before he answered. "No." He sounded considering. "I don't guess I can."

My stranger took the vacated seat. He held out the hand not gripping the glass of dark beer. "Hi. I'm Sam. Don't say Sam I am, or I'll toss you back to that doofus."

Sam. The name suited him. Before he gave it I might've imagined him as anyone, but once he did I could think of him as nobody else.

"Grace." I shook his proffered hand. "Nice to meetyou."

"What are you drinking, Grace?"

I lifted my bottle. "Troegs Pale Ale."

"How is that?"

I sipped. "Pale."

Sam held up his glass. "I've got Guinness. It's not pale. Let me buy you one."

"I haven't finished the one I have," I said, but with the smile I hadn't given Frat Boy.

Sam leaned in. "C'mon, Grace. It'll put hair on your chest."

"Uh-huh. Do I look like I want hair on my chest?"

Sam blatantly eyed the front of my blouse. "Without seeing the chest in question, I'm afraid I can't say."

I laughed. "Riiiight. Try again."

Sam gestured to the bartender and asked for two more bottles of the pale ale. "For when you're done with that one."

I didn't take the second bottle. "I can't, really. I'm on call."

"Are you a doctor?" Sam tipped back the last of his beer from his glass and pulled a bottle toward him.

"No."

He paused, waiting for me to say more, but I didn't. He drank, swallowed. He gave the sort of manly grunt and lip-smack guys make when they drink beer from bottles and are trying to impress women. I watched him without speaking and sipped from my own bottle, wondering how he meant to do this. I really hoped he'd make it convincing enough for me to go upstairs with him.

"So. You're not here to drink, then?" Sam eyed me, then turned on his stool so our knees touched.

I smiled at the touch of challenge in his tone. "Not really. No."

"So…" He paused, as if thinking. He was very good. "So what you're saying is, let's say a guy, oh, bought you a drink."

"Okay."

"Before he knew you weren't here to drink."

I smiled again, holding back a laugh. "Sure. Let's say that."

Sam swiveled on his stool to fix me with an intense gaze. "Would he already have fucked up too bad, or would you give him a chance to make it up to you?"

I pushed the bottle he'd bought me toward him. "I guess that would depend."

Sam's slow grin was a heat-seeking missile sent straight between my thighs. "On what?"

"On if he was cute or not."

Slowly he turned to show off his profile, then to the other side until he finally looked at me head-on. "How's this?"

I looked him over. His hair, the color of expensive black licorice and spiked on the crown, feathered a bit over his ears and against the back of his neck. His jeans had rubbed to white in interesting places. He wore black, scuffed boots I hadn't noticed before. I looked back up to his face and the quirking mouth, the nose saved from being too sharp only by the way the rest of his features came together. He had brows like dark wings, arched high over the center of his eyes and tapering to nothing at the outside corners.

"Yes." I leaned closer. "You're cute enough."

Sam rapped the top of the bar with his knuckles and wa-hooed. The noise turned heads, but he didn't notice. Or he pretended not to. "Damn. My mama was right. I am purty."

He wasn't, really. Attractive, but not pretty. Still, I couldn't help laughing. He wasn't what I'd been expecting, but…wasn't that the point of meeting a stranger?

He didn't waste any time.

"You're very pretty," Sam, beer finished in record time, leaned to murmur in the vicinity of my ear.

His lips tickled the sensitive skin of my neck just below my lobe. Already primed by the fantasy, my body reacted at once. My nipples pushed against the lace of my bra and outlined themselves in the silk of my shirt. My clit pulsed, and I squeezed my thighs together.

I leaned close to him, too. He smelled a little like beer, a little like soap. A whole lot like yum. I wanted to lick him. "Thanks."

We each sat back on our stools. Smiling. I crossed my legs and watched his gaze follow the hem of my skirt as it rose to give him a glimpse of bare thigh. His eyes widened in satisfactory appreciation. His tongue slid along his bottom lip, leaving it glistening.

He looked into my eyes. "I don't suppose you're the type of girl to go upstairs with a guy she just met, even if he is cute as all hell?"

"Actually," I told him, matching his low, breathy tone,

"I think I might be."

Sam paid the bill and left a tip big enough to make the bartender grin. Then he took my hand to help me down from the stool, holding me steady when my foot came down wrong as though he'd known all along I'd stumble. Even in four-inch heels I had to tilt my head way back to look into his face.

"Thank you," I said.

"What can I say?" Sam replied. "I'm a gentleman." He stood head and shoulders over most of the crowd, which had grown considerably since I came in, and he led me without faltering through the maze of tables and bodies toward the door to the lobby.

Nobody could have known we'd just met. That we were strangers. I was going upstairs to a stranger's room. Nobody could know that, but I did, and my heart thumped hard and harder the closer we got to the elevator.

The walls inside reflected us both, our faces blurred by the dim lighting and the abstract pattern of gold in the mirrors. His T-shirt had rucked up out of his jeans. I couldn't look away from his belt buckle or the hint of bare skin just above it. When I looked up again to meet his gaze in the mirror, Sam's smile had shifted.

I saw him put his hand on the back of my neck before I felt his touch. The mirror had created that distance, that second of delay. Like watching a movie or TV, but somehow that small disconnect made this seem all the more real.

At the door to his room Sam took his hand away from the back of my neck to dig in his pockets for the key card. He tried both front pockets and came up with nothing but a few coins. He fumbled. His nervousness charmed me even as it prompted my own. He found the key inside his wallet, tucked into a back pocket.

I liked his laugh when he pulled it out and fit it into the door. The lock blinked red, and he muttered a curse I deciphered by tone, not by word. He tried again, his hands so big they engulfed the slim plastic card. I couldn't stop staring at his hands.

"Fuck," Sam said clearly, and handed me the card. "I can't get the door open."

I reached for the card. Our hands touched. Then somehow his hand had encircled my wrist and my back pressed against the still-closed door. Sam pressed against my front. His mouth found mine already open for him. His hand discovered my leg already cocked to fit his grasp just behind my knee. He fit between my legs like the key ought to have fit in the lock, without hesitation, opening my door. His fingers slid higher beneath my skirt above the edge of my stockings and found bare skin.

He hissed into my open mouth and his fingers tightened on my wrist. He lifted an arm above my head, pinning me with his hands and body and mouth to the door. There in the hall he kissed me for the first time, and there was nothing slow or easy about it. Nothing soft or hesitant.

Sam stroked my tongue with his. His belt buckle pushed my belly through my silky shirt. Lower, his cock nudged me, too, through the barrier of his jeans. He let go of my wrist.

"Unlock the door." He stopped the kiss just long enough to speak into my mouth.

His hand hit the door handle as I rammed the key, without looking, into the lock. Behind me the door flew open with the pressure of our bodies, but neither of us stumbled. Sam was holding me too tightly for that.

He moved me, mouth still glued to mine, two steps into the room and kicked the door shut behind us. The slam of it echoed between my legs. Sam, breathing hard, pulled away to look into my eyes.

"This is what you want?"

I found the voice to rasp, "Yes."

He nodded, just once, and took my mouth again. His kiss might have bruised me, had he not pulled back just enough to keep it from hurting. Without the door holding me up, I had to rely on Sam's arms around me. One slid behind my shoulders. The other left the secret treasure of my thigh to go around my lower back. He pulled me along with him even as he step-by-stepped me back toward the bed. It hit the back of my legs. He broke the kiss again.

"Hold on a second." Sam reached around me to tug down the comforter, tossing it unceremoniously into a pile on the floor.

He grinned at me. His cheeks looked a bit flushed, his eyes a trifle sleepy-lidded. He reached for me again, and I stepped again into his arms. Mine went around his neck. His went around my waist.

We made it to the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Sam was as long lying down as he was standing, but on the bed I could move up to kiss him without having to tilt my head so far. I found his throat, the jut of his Adam's apple. His skin tasted of salt. I rubbed the first poking bristles of his beard with my lips.

My skirt had ridden up, helped by Sam's hands. He pushed the material higher. One large hand cupped my thigh. The edge of his fingers brushed my panties, and my breath caught.

I looked up to see him looking down with an expression of mingled amusement and something else I couldn't quite decipher. I took my mouth from his skin and sat up a little, pushing back but not pulling away.

"What?"

His hand on my thigh shifted higher while his other went to prop his head. Stretched out that way, his clothes askew and our limbs tangled, he looked enviably comfortable in his own skin. Men often did. Sometimes they had to put it on, that confidence, the way they put on cologne. Sam's seemed more innate, an awareness of himself as much a part of him as the color of his eyes or those long, long legs. He shook his head. "Nothing."

"It can't be nothing," I said. "You're looking at me funny."

"Am I?" He sat up a little but didn't take his hand from my thigh. He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

"Was it like this?"

I burst into laugher. "Not quite."

"Ah, good." Sam nodded and leaned to catch my mouth in another kiss, speaking without taking his lips from mine. "That would have been embarrassing."

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  • Posted November 22, 2008

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    wonderful erotic contemporary romance

    Funeral director Grace Frawley has no interest in a permanent man in her life. Instead of a husband or even a boyfriend, Grace prefers to hire young hunks from a circumspect escort service. <BR/>---<BR/>However, Grace makes a mistake one night at the Fishtank when she assumes musician Sam Stewart is her escort date. The evening turns euphoric for the always alone woman as she has the best sex of her life. She is unable to forget the hunk even with passionate trysts with Jack, whom she was originally to meet at the Fishtank. Grace feels out of sorts as this has not happened to her love them but leave them lifestyle before. She begins to wonder why she fears commitment while her sister is happily married. Sam is half in love with his amazing Grace, but wants the entire woman, heart and soul not just her body. He has run out of patience with the woman he loves so he is ready to play a sad final refrain and move on to the next gig though he knows that will lack passion.<BR/>---<BR/>What gives this wonderful erotic contemporary romance plenty of ¿Hart¿ is the deep look inside Grace, whose first person account is profound and terrific starting with her realization she slept with a stranger; as if Jack being a business arrangement is not. Fans understand her fears of relationship and commitment even as she does not fully grasp the whys. Sam and Jack are strong support characters as is her family; as each escorts the audience deeper within the complex soul of Grace.<BR/>---<BR/>Harriet Klausner

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 22, 2010

    Women paying for sex...why not. Men do it all the time.

    Grace was too busy with her career to have any emotional attachments. So, she used high priced call-boys. Jack is one of these men. Let me tell you, he is young, handsome, and willing to please. At first, Grace was contented with her arrangement. That is, until she meets Sam. A steamy one night stand that became more than what she expected. Though Sam appeared to be a good candidate for boyfriend material, Grace discovers that he has addition baggage. The trials and tribulations that occur keep Grace wondering whether she should stay with Jack or continue with Sam. At times, I wished that she got together with her assistant Jared instead! In short, I enjoyed the book, but wished in the end that Grace made it a little harder for the man in her life to return. The ending was too easy for him!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 11, 2011

    Very Hot

    Grace and Sam are great! Another A+ for Megan Hart! Love all of her books!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 27, 2009

    I love this book!!

    All I want to say is that I love Megan Hart's Books. I have not read them all but I plan to.I love the romance in them and the characters, I could read this book over and over again.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 6, 2009

    Just OK

    I was a little disappointed I thought this was going to be really interesting but I found it flat and pretty uneventful.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2013

    Loved it!

    Great book to read after Dirty since many characters make guest appearances. It was a sexy book, had real flawed characters, plenty of family angst, and a main female role that could follow for years! I hope we get a mini follow-up story like we did for Dan and Elle!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2013

    why can't you get the book I don't everything on nook so i'm not

    why can't you get the book I don't everything on nook so i'm not able to read this and this isn't the only book but if i go to amazon they have the books why is that

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2013

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    Not one of my favorite books by M Hart. I found Sam to be immature and annoying. He definitely ruined the story for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2013

    Big fan of Megan Hart!

    I have pretty much read all of Megan Hart's books and this is one of my favorites!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2012

    Ew....

    Ew is he picking her butt

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2012

    Loved it

    This was a great book....I like the story line a lot...very different atmosphere then most other books. I definately recommend

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2012

    Not as good as Broken, but great free book

    Interesting character - phobic about loss.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2012

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    loved it

    Great story, original, can't say enough about how muched I loved this book.
    Interested in reading more by Ms. Hart

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2012

    She's done it again!

    I really can't get enough of Mrs. Harts books. This was another good one that I couldn't put down...love Sam and Grace.

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  • Posted March 5, 2009

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    Erotica with a Plot

    This is a story about Grace. The men in her life, while intensely hot, are secondary in my opinion, but not in a bad way. Grace's job (she runs a funeral home) may be morbid for some readers, but I found Hart's inside look to be fascinating. As the story progresses the reader slowly begins to understand why Grace chooses to avoid emotional relationships even as she pays male escorts for companionship whenever the need strikes. The sex scenes with Jack are fun and exciting. Sam, who doesn't show up after the first chapter until halfway through the book in a hilarious way, is the guy who teaches Grace that love is worth the emotional risk. I read erotica for entertainment, but with "Stranger" I got that and more.

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  • Posted January 13, 2009

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    Didn't quite come close to the previous ones

    I love Megan's books; always keepers. In my opinion, she's the only erotic writer who makes it feel so real. It's like watching a fantastic movie. Unfortunately this one didn't have the fireworks I'd expected. It was too morbid for my taste. I Suppose the last novel TEMPTED ruined it for this one. I still love her.

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  • Posted December 27, 2008

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    Stranger

    After reading this book I have mixed feelings. One book you could find yourself reading over and over. When I first picked up the book I thought it would be more about Sam and Grace, but it was more of Jack and Grace. Sam wasn't involved in til little after the middle of the book. Stranger is a great book, lots of emotion and romance. I would recommend picking this one up. I find myself picking it up to read it may times. Every time I turn the page I find something I didn't see the first time around. My favorite by far is still Dirty.

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