Megan Hart

…sadly, not here.

(Oh, Brandon Routh, how you have infiltrated my mind!)

Dean and Sam Winchester Halloween Costumes I can help you with: For Dean, you need a pair of grungy, beat up jeans with holes in the knees, a faded dark colored t-shirt, a plaid shirt, a battered leather jacket (brown?) with the color up. For Sam you need about ten more inches (height, you dirty minds) and a pair of pretty puppy eyes.

And I’m still not Megan Padalecki.

I do, however, want to make you move because you’re standing still.

For those of you finding me because of those search strings, welcome. I’m Megan Hart the author (not the porn star, or the wrestler or the dancer or the artist.) I write erotic and romantic fiction for Harlequin and Amber Quill Press. My next book comes out in January. It’s called Tempted.

Buy it.

Because even though I’m not having sex with Brandon (gawd…) you might find something you like, anyway!

M

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Garsh, I love you.

Creepiness abounds, tempered by Dean as horndog.

*happy sigh*

In other news, I’m revamping my website, slowly. So if you’d like to take a peek: here at the index and entry pages, that would be swell.

Watched Superman II last night. Yeah, still on a Man of Steel kick.

M

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Weighing in on the season three opener for Supernatural (which, thanks to free iTunes download, I watched more than once!)

Dean in a wife-beater. Nipples. Dean eating. Dean having sex. Dean being snarky. Dean saying “I am violently in favor.”

Umm…Dean.

And oh, how I love it when Texas creeps into Sammy’s voice with the “so what, he just walks up to someone and touches ‘em and they go stark raving psycho, or something?” *hearts*

Overall…the episode wasn’t the best. The season two opening episode kicked so much ass in comparison — but season one ended on such a cliffhanger that it had to. Season two ended, tied up, finished. If there was no season three, it could have been the end forever and it would have felt finished. Sad, heart-rending, breast beating and teeth gnashing — but finished. So the season three opener felt more strained than I wanted it to…more like they were trying hard to set up this new plot line with the escaped demons and Dean’s one-year-to-live…

Sam, typically, is still really only thinking of himself. Dean was trying too hard to be carefree. Bobby…well, Bobby rocks it hardcore no matter what he’s doing. And Bobby’s car kicked ass, too. What was that, another (sadly treated) Impala? Or a Chevelle, maybe? Is it funny that now I have one myself I notice them more? (I’m not as bad as that man who shares my bathroom, though, because he can now determine by THE HEADLIGHTS what year an Impala is…the headlights, people. It’s like we’ve joined a cult.)

So, overall, I wasn’t blown away. The next episode looks like it will give me many happy squees, especially after what I read in Entertainment Weekly. I wish I didn’t know it because I prefer to be totally unspoiled, but still. Squeeee! And it’s written by Sera Gamble who I’d like to have coffee with every day because she’s pretty awesome and without fail delivers. So I’m looking forward to this Thursday, no question.

Last night I watched the original Superman. *happy sigh* On the one hand, Superman is sooooo cheesetastic and sort of goofy, yet I can’t deny that the whole Clark Kent/Superman mystique really melts my butter. I mean, Superman never lies! And he can fly! And he can see your underpants through your clothes! Why he loves Lois Lane, I just don’t know. It always made mad, the way she treated poor Clark and mooned after Superman, too blind to really even notice, fuhgoshsakes, who he was under the glasses. But Christopher Reeve was just so, so lovely in the role, perfectly playing the fumbling Clark with that golly-gee attitude and turning into the strong and confident yet unfailingly polite Superman with nothing more than a change of clothes.

I think Superman’s appeal is he’s just so darned GOOD. I mean, Batman’s all angsty and full of rage and woe and deep-seated sort of mental imbalance. (Bale as Batman was unbearably sexy though.) Superman, on the other hand, is just sooooo freaking NICE. Oh, and he’s an alien. Yeah.

I’ve never watched Smallville, didn’t watch Lois and Clark, don’t read the comics. Superman for me has always been Christopher Reeve…and now, I guess that delightful Brandon Routh has stepped into the red boots. And I can’t deny it, that garsh, ma’am goodness is just so sweetly appealing, I wonder if something got jarred loose in my somehow recently.

Because previously, I’ve pretty much been all about the bad boys. :) The ones with questionable morals, the slightly dirty, more than a bit foul-mouthed, emotionally wounded and yet unquestionably redeemable bad boy.

I’ll tell you a secret, though, so listen closely…

I might always have a soft spot in my heart for those bad boys, the Dean Winchesters, the Batmen, the Dr. Troys.

But I married Superman.

M

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…and your gods don’t look like god to me.

There are some FLIES in my house and they are driving me NUTS. Really.

So. Exciting day. I wrote 16 pages on a superfabandgroovy proposal for a project I’m doing with Lauren Dane And boy oh boy, it’s fun! Really!

And then I got an exciting offer via phone which I will reveal later when I learn more details, but let’s just say that it will also be mucho fun and superfaband groovy!

But best of ALL…

SUPERNATURAL SEASON THREE STARTS TONIGHT OMG I SO CAN NOT WAIT!!!!

And iTunes has the first ep for FREE, right now, so go download it and get addicted to the glory that is Dean and Sam. Guh. Dean and Sam. Sam and Dean. I love them!!!!

Also, been listening to this song over and over, The Banality of Evil by Nine Horses (you can hear it on my Myspace profile.) It’s from the movie the Number 23 but it’s not on the soundtrack. And I must say…erm…I never really though Jim Carrey was all that sexified (I like him, but not in *that* way) but holy schomlies…Jim Carrey having kinky, hard, rough sex with tattooes all over his body…erm…

Yeah. *wipes sweat from brow.*

Yeah. Really.

M

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I love Supernatural so much it’s like that crush I had in junior high on the senior boy who would every so often toss me a grin as we passed in the hall. Oh, he knew, he knew how much I loved him, but he wasn’t interested in a geeky 8th grader with glasses and a binder pressed to her chest. Nope. He just strode the halls of school like he owned it, and I was one small piece of his kingdom, a tribute like any good king should have, only instead of a flock of sheep or some barrels of wheat, he had my heart.

That’s how much I love Supernatural.

M

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We call her…The Phantom. And she will be prettier one day, oh yes, she will. But she roars like a lion! RRRRRR!!!

before:

After some TLC:

There seems to be a flurry of interest about my Impala lately. Not sure why. So, I thought I’d post some pictures.

Yes, I love Supernatural. Yes, I love my Impala. No, it’s not much like the Winchesters — theirs is four-door, hardtop and black and a ‘68 (?) — Mine’s a ‘66 two door convertible painted purple. But she’s an Impala and don’t think I don’t squee inwardly AND outwardly every time I drive her.

Because it’s fun

–M

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Yes, please.

*waits*

*waits*

*waits some more*

*realizes Dean Winchester is a fictional character*

*is briefly despondant*

Haha…man, I love the search terms that bring people here. :)

If you’re here searching for sex with Dean Winchester, hey, I hope you get some. To the folks STILL looking for Megan Padalecki, I’m still not her. And if you came in search of Winchester erotica…I don’t have any. (Except in my head.)

But if you’re seeking author Megan Hart, Dirty by Megan Hart, how to read erotica in bed, you’ve come to the right place!

I wonder why nobody ever comes here looking for SAM WINCHESTER sex?

Hmmm….

Poor Sammy.

–M

PS — word I love: irascible

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She ain’t real pretty, (yet) but she runs reaaaaaal fine.

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And not even care.
I want to go out of my head somewhere.
I want to go crazy, like the dogs in the yard.
I want to cut the rope, but it’s getting so much harder.

BONUS points to anyone who can name that tune.

So last night I watched Supernatural, WHEEEEE!!! And I can not WAIT for season three. CAN NOT WAIT!
And yesterday I had to take care of my cat, who is very sick. :(
And today I am tired and I have a headache and it does not appear I shall do any writing, but I’ll update with what I did yesterday:

BLACKBIRD

8,250 / 100,000 (8.3%)

line of the day:

The priest laughed again. “My son, Jean Harlow has led more men to the sin of lust than I can count.”

M

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Yeah. I’m all about Dean, usually, but Season Two swayed me Sammy-side. It’s the shoulders. Guh.

Oh, and the fact that I get, like, ten people a day searching on Megan Padalecki and coming here. That might have something to do with it. Yeah.

Jared rulezzzzz!!!

Haha, oh, Jared P. how you’ve grown on me. Once your Sammy annoyed me so…the hair, the emo…but now? Now, I think Sammy’s grrrrrreat. And it’s all because of you, J.P. and yer mad acting skillz (EVIL!SAM!)

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