Author Interview – Megan Hart!!! + A Signed Giveaway!

Great mini-interview with my fave erotic romance author!

Jessy's Book Club

I’ve mentioned this book and this author a million and one times on this blog. Just do a search and you’ll see 🙂 Megan Hart is one of my favorite authors and her book Broken, my favorite ever… EVER!

I haven’t read a book by Megan Hart I haven’t absolutely loved. I’m not sure I can fully explain how wonderfully written they are. How unforgettable they are for the way they make me feel… And I managed to corner her for an interview!

Jessy: Hi Megan! I can’t tell you how excited I am to have you on Jessy’s Book Club! Please tell us a bit about yourself.

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Megan: I’m very excited you asked me! My name is Megan, and I get excited when people ask me to be on their blogs. 😉 Ummm, what else would you like to know? I live in Pennsylvania, but I spend as…

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I Love Me a Hot Cop

Just finished watching the last episode of True Detective. Wow. If you haven’t heard of it, check it out. It’s perhaps not your typical romance-lover’s fare, but if you like cops and if you like Matthew McConaughey in a wife-beater, you might want to give it a go. It’s gritty and disturbing and compelling and beautiful in the way that only a crime drama set in the Louisiana backwater can be.

On the surface, it’s an investigation into a series of sicko murders, but what it’s really about is the development of the relationship between the two cops ; super-smart, super-controlled, super-damaged (super hot in his white tank top) Rust Cohle and regular guy with a regular issues Marty Hart. That’s right. At heart, it’s a bromance.

And I love a good bromance, particularly if one or both of bros are hot tamales and if one or both of the bros are cops. My free erotic short story,Two Hot, is not your typical bromance. More of your M/F/M lovefest, with a little bromance on the side. But it’s got a rough and ready cop, a sweet and sexy personal trainer and a lawyer who’s just a little too sophisticated for her own good, but who learns that when it comes to pleasure, two is definitely better than one.

Here’s a taste.

The three new friends stood, bottles in hand, grinning at each other, each one waiting for someone to take the lead. Roque broke the silence.

“Eh, Julie. I got a question for you.”

“Mm-hm?”

Roque put his bottle down on the counter, his expression serious. “You know Clint and me, we’ve been training together at the gym, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Julie nodded, a smile playing over her lips. She wondered where this was going.

“So Clint can bench 170. Me, it’s maybe 190.”

“Try 180,” Clint interjected, dryly.

“Okay. 180, 185,” Roque amended, a mischievous grin lighting his face.

Clint rolled his eyes.

“But my question is this,” Roque continued. “Who ‘as the better pecs.” He crossed his arms in front of his body, and in one swift move, pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Julie’s eyes widened as she took in his smooth, bronze torso. He was thickly muscled, with a clearly defined six-pack and a set of pecs that would make Ryan Gosling sick with envy. She took another drink of her beer, feeling the alcohol warmth buzzing in her veins. Then she turned to look at Clint.

He, too, had his shirt off. His upper body was like a Classical marble statue, pale and perfect, the muscles longer and leaner than Roque’s, but still clearly defined.

Both men stared at her, their eyes daring and their lips curving in inscrutable smiles.

“Wow,” Julie exhaled, with a laugh. “It’s hard to say…”

“Maybe you have to touch,” Roque interrupted, stepping closer. Clint moved in, too, until the two bare-chested Adonises were side by side.

Want more?

Read it in my short story collection, Submit, available in The Amazon Kindle Store.

Why do we love a love triangle?

A couple of days ago, I posted about infidelity. I got some interesting comments, not all of them lovey-dovey, but hey, that’s cool. I love a good debate. Those comments got me thinking more about how infidelity in general, and the love triangle in particular, has been the subject of many a tragic romance, real and imagined, since forever.

The one that sprang to mind was The Legend of King Arthur, a noble and righteous warrior king who was wedded to the young and lovely Guinevere. King Arthur was such a great leader that he inspired crazy devotion among those who fought for him; most crazily devoted of all was the strapping young Lancelot. Then Lancelot met Guinevere. Trumpets blared, angels sang. True love. But how could Lancelot betray his mentor, his patron, his boss. And how could the saintly Guinevere break Arthur’s heart?

Most versions of the story have Lancelot and Guinevere shagging on the sly, Arthur suspicious but unsure, all three deeply unhappy, trapped in a triangle where nobody lives happily ever after. It’s a shame they couldn’t work it out. I think that would have made an excellent M/F/M ménage.

Of course, a menage could never work in real life, not long-term. Or could it? I know a woman who is in a live-in relationship with a married couple. Those of us who know and love her keep waiting for the explosion, the fall-out. It’s been two years. We’re still waiting.

Could a long-term menage be the solution to the age-old love triangle problem? Something to think about.

Speaking of ménage, I’ll be posting a new free erotic romance story tomorrow. Two Hot is the story of Julie, a lawyer who thinks she’s too good for the working-class town her firm sends her to. Then she meets Clint, a clean-cut personal trainer, and his dangerously sexy cop friend Roque, who aim to teach Julie a few lessons in humility, in the most delicious way possible.