Megan Hart

I got to know Lauren over at the eHarlequin Spice Rack, so when she had a new release out, I said, HEY. Why not tell a bit about it? And she did. :)

She’s giving away a free download of the story to one lucky commenter, so comment to win! Winner drawn April 9, 2009.

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blurb:

When Imogen and Adam meet in the shadowy dark of their local movie theatre every month, they are both looking for nothing more than quick, hot sex; a fantasy come to life. Their February meeting takes a surprise turn, however, and Adam winds up following Imogen home, where they indulge in a playful, erotic afternoon, and discover that perhaps there is more to their relationship than they had originally thought.

Excerpt…
Feature Attraction

It was February. The man waited– five minutes, then ten. It was all a part of the game: the wait, the delicious anticipation stretched out as long as they both could stand. Nevertheless, he checked his watch repeatedly. Thirteen. Fourteen. Was she going to stand him up, this time? This time, would he be forced to turn away, to move back onto the crowded city streets, to go home unsatisfied?

He saw her. She never walked, but rather glided, a slow, haughty gait that said she didn’t much care if you waited for her or not.

He knew her only as Imogen. Whether that was her real name or not, he didn’t know; but, for what they were there for, it didn’t much matter, either.

She was dressed all in black, as was usual. A sheer black sweater hugged her breasts tightly, which was lucky for her, since she was clearly not wearing a bra. A flimsy, lacy excuse for a skirt flirted with the tops of her thighs, and her heeled leather boots rose above her knees.

In contrast to the unrelieved black, her hair was a shade of blonde so pale it was almost white. It spiraled around her shoulders in loose, tumbling curls– curls that would look angelic on another woman.

He enjoyed standing there in the lobby, watching her approach, watching the other men on the street stumble as they caught sight of her.

As much as they all wanted to fuck her, this afternoon he was the only one who would.

He felt something hot and fizzy rush through his veins, straight from his head to his pants, as she entered the building. She purchased a ticket and strutted right by him without a flicker of recognition. Her musky, sweet perfume mixed in his nostrils with the scents of hot buttered popcorn and sticky sweet soda.. It was a smell he was now trained to drool over, just like Pavlov’s dogs.

He walked past her– as always– at the concession counter, where she invariably paid an astronomical amount of money for a large, syrupy Sprite. She would follow when she was ready.

Inside, instead of following the hall to the large theatre on the right, he veered left, ducking under a velvet rope to the balcony. This section was always closed for midday movies. He settled himself back on the surprisingly wide seat the balcony seating provided and waited, ears cocked, for the sound of her high heels clicking on the steps.

He didn’t have to wait long. The noise of her shoes grew louder and louder until she appeared, breasts jiggling under the thin material of her sweater. He gulped as her lips closed around the straw of her drink, sucking hard.

In the darkness, her blue eyes seemed almost black. Behind her, nameless actors that he didn’t care about began to cavort around the screen. He was focused, completely focused, on her.
“Adam,” she whispered, the first sign of acknowledgement. Slowly, slowly, she slipped off her jacket, an erotic striptease in itself. The she said, so low that he could barely hear her, “Take me somewhere.”

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Where did you come up with the idea for the story? I was looking through old vacation pictures, and came across one from… God, probably ten years ago. My family had gone to see a movie in Westwood, Hollywood, and the theatre was just amazing. Plush reclining seats, a dramatic balcony… and mostly empty :)

Do you listen to music when you write, and if so, were there any songs that particularly inspired you? I don’t always, but in this case I was listening to a little song called “Sex Without Love” by extremely underappreciated musician Ben Lee over and over again. It’s on his new album called Ripe- sooo good!

Where can the story be found (buy links) and where can YOU be found online? (Links to your site, blog, myspace, whatever) The story will be available Friday March 28 at www.whispershome.com, and my site is www.laurenhawkeye.com

Thanks again Megan!

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