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I got a makeover! Check it out at www.meganhart.com — which you can access at the links here on this pretty new blog! Woo hoo! Tell me you love me! Tell me I’m pretty!

LOOOOOOVE MMMEEEEEEE!

Oh, and in case you didn’t watch my video diary from yesterday, here’s a picture me and Secondhand Serenade — yes, I know I kept saying SECOND SERENADE. It was late, I was tired.

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Since they sent me cover flats I guess I can share this with you all:

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So this past weekend I went to Ohio for the Lori Foster Reader/Writer Get Together in Cincinnati! Also known as PORKOPOLIS according to my friend Alex, who picked me up at the airport. I hadn’t seen him in…oh…16 years? Something like that? And I’m pleased to say, it was NOT just like old times — it was much nicer! Funny how that older and wiser business works.

The Get Together was much fun — got to hang out with my friends Anya and Lauren and my agent, Laura Bradford. Always a good time. And I got to meet my new editor from Berkley, Cindy Hwang! And that was…FABBBBBULOUS! Got to spend Friday night chatting with her and went to dinner on Saturday at this restaurant called MESH which was super schwanky. Cindy is a hoot and a half and I’m so excited to be working with her.

Got to meet lots of new people (thanks Laura and Rhonda for braving breakfast with us! That was a LOT of butter!) and came home feeling refreshed and ready to work. All in all, a great trip. And, of course, because that’s how it works with me, I made a video diary about it. See the pictures! Witness the madness!

Oh, and just on a side note: I’m not an advocate of not having a life, of burning yourself out, of overscheduling. I have deadlines out the wazoo and have a comfortable writing pace and feel okay about what I have scheduled for myself. I also have a life. I fart around online, watch Supernatural and play House of the Dead and hang with my kids. I will go on vacation this summer. It’s all good.

If you’re whining about putting out a book a year? STFU. Seriously. If you CAN NOT write more than a book a year, well…that’s too bad. I can. I do. So do many of my friends. I’ll gladly take your slot on the NYT and your movie deals and I will do it while having a life…and yes. I’ll sneer at you for whining. I don’t sneer much in public — I’m pretty much a ‘do as thou needest for thy own career’ type person. But the “hamster wheel pace” of a book a year? Please. I laughed out loud and rolled my eyes and looked for the cheese to go with that whine. Puh-leeze.

Anyway, I’m back, I’m ready to work, it’s summer and I just got some more good news about another project so…yeah. I’d better get on it.

M
PS — people who are searching for “Megan Hart naked” — eeeeew. God. Why? WHY?!!!!

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blurb: Elle and Dan haven’t quite achieved their goal of having sex in every room of their new house–but almost! Marriage hasn’t dampened their hunger for one another in the least, and their relationship is as hot and passionate as ever. But when Dan brings up the subject of having a baby together, Elle finds herself conflicted. Between her dysfunctional family background and her fear of how a baby might change their life together, Elle’s not sure she’s ready for the big step. Dan doesn’t bring the subject up again, but the issue takes hold in Elle’s mind. And as their frequent lovemaking sizzles with unquenchable desire, Elle’s heart is filled to the brim with love and the longing to give Dan everything.

Excerpt:

“Hot,” my brother said in a no-nonsense tone. “Don’t touch!”

The little girl reaching for the canister of fireplace matches pulled back her hand and gave Chad a reproachful look. But she didn’t reach again, just turned her attention to the stack of magazines on the coffee table.

“Sorry,” I said. “I should’ve put those away. We’re not baby-proof, I guess.”

My younger brother laughed and shrugged. “The princess needs to learn. Don’t worry about it, Elle.”

The little girl – my niece! I had a niece? How had that happened? I was an aunt. My baby brother had fallen in love and adopted a child and had a life.

“What?” he asked as I shook my head in wonder. “No, Leah. Don’t tear Aunt Elle’s magazines. C’mere to daddy.”

He held out his hands and the girl made her way around the coffee table to take her place on his lap. She grinned, self-satisfied, and looked every bit the princess her daddies believed her to be.

“I just almost can’t believe this,” I told him, knowing he’d understand. “You’re a daddy! Chaddie, it’s just incredible.”

He beamed. My brother looked better than I’d ever seen him. He’d gotten slimmer, and impossibly taller. He’d cut his hair, and it emphasized the leaner lines of his face. He’d gotten older.

Hell. We both had. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. I looked in the mirror often enough, after all.

Chad kissed the soft, round cheek of his daughter and stroked the length of her black curls. She settled contentedly against him and kicked her chubby legs. He let her crawl off his lap to sit on my couch.

“She’ll crash in about fifteen minutes,” he said confidently, though to my eyes Leah looked about as far away from sleep as a kid could get. “Then we’ll really catch up.”

I watched my niece gnaw on the edge of one of my expensive, dry-clean only pillows and bit my tongue against the words that would have made me sound like my mother. “I’ll go make some coffee, okay?”

“Sure.” My brother grinned, though the force of his love was directed at his daughter now, and not so much at me.

I didn’t mind, I told myself in the kitchen as I ground beans and measured them into the brand-new, complicated coffee maker Dan had bought when we moved in. I still wasn’t entirely sure how to work it.

I didn’t mind that my brother was happy. I was, in fact, nearly overwhelmed with happiness on his behalf. We’d grown up in a house fairly devoid of joy, and I’d been an adult before I’d even begun to allow myself to believe I wouldn’t be pretty miserable for my entire life. Instead, he’d met Luke. I’d met Dan. We’d both managed to escape the past and make a present; I had no reason to believe we wouldn’t both create a joyful future, too.

Hell, I’d even forged a relationship, of sorts, with my mother. Chad hadn’t managed that yet, though I hoped the fact he and Luke had moved back to Pennsylvania from California with the only grandchild my mother could claim would change that.

It absolutely wasn’t that I was jealous of my brother.

“Coffee –” I bit off the words when I saw Chad put a finger to his lips. Leah, sprawled on top of the cushions and covered with her blanket, had indeed fallen asleep. Chad made a barrier with more pillows to keep her from rolling off, and gestured to me.

We broke our silence in my new kitchen, with all its new appliances and dishes and pictures on the walls. Chad took the coffee from me with a grateful gasp and drank back half his cup in a large gulp.

“God,” he said. “I swear to you I’m living on caffeine now. She’s finally starting to sleep through the night, but it’s been a hellish six months. The pediatrician says at twenty-two months she should be sleeping through with no problem, but she’s having adjustment issues.”

I liked to sleep. Really, really liked it. Was pretty unfunctional without enough sleep, as a matter of fact.

“So, has she said anything about us?” Chad didn’t waste time. He got up to pour himself more coffee and helped himself to a muffin from my fridge. Only the slope of his shoulders gave away his tension.

“Oh, Chaddie, do you want to know?”

He turned. “Yes, Ella. I want to know.”

He’d used my old name, the one my mother still insisted on using. Point taken. “She asked if I’d seen her. Meaning Leah. I said yes. She wanted to know….”

The words lodged in my throat. I shouldn’t be embarrassed to repeat them. Chad was the one who’d always called my mother The Dragon Lady, after all. He wouldn’t be surprised, but he would be hurt. I didn’t want to hurt my brother, not even by proxy.

“What?”

I sighed. “She wanted to know how dark she was.”

Chad’s expression went so carefully blank I knew he was furious. “Uh huh. What did you tell her?”

“I told her,” I said, “to stop being so damn ridiculous.”

He smiled. “Did you?”

“I did. I can’t make excuses for her, Chad, but you know how she is.”

“It’s bad enough I’m gay, I know. But that I have a black daughter…God. What will the neighbors say?” Chad grimaced and slugged back more coffee. “And she wonders why I don’t come home.”

“At least she’s asked you to,” I pointed out, drinking my own coffee. “At least she’s not pretending you don’t exist.”

He made a derisive noise. “If she doesn’t accept Luke or Leah, then she still doesn’t really accept me. End of story. She can kiss my ass.”

I knew his partner’s name, of course, and his daughter’s, but hearing them together that way made me giggle. “Luke and Leah.”

“What about them?” He must have heard it, too, the sound of two names that paired brought to mind one of the most easily recognized film references from the past thirty years. “Very funny!”

But he was laughing, and my kitchen filled with giggles and chortles we tried to stifle so as not to wake his child. All our best efforts went to ruin in the next minute, because I heard the front door open and a booming voice carry down the hall.

“I’m hooooome!”

Leah’s thin, high wail followed a moment later. Chad was already off his chair and I went after him. We were too late, both to shush Dan and to quiet Leah.

“Hey, there, little girl,” Dan was murmuring, the child in his arms already when I came down the hall and into the living room. Leah looked up at him with wide eyes, but no more tears.

My heart melted.

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I have a new Spice Brief coming out June 1, and you can see more about it HERE.

You’ll be able to buy it at eharlequin.com, too — and Fictionwise, on Amazon (for Kindle) and other places.

blurb:
Elle and Dan haven’t quite achieved their goal of having sex in every room of their new house–but almost! Marriage hasn’t dampened their hunger for one another in the least, and their relationship is as hot and passionate as ever. But when Dan brings up the subject of having a baby together, Elle finds herself conflicted. Between her dysfunctional family background and her fear of how a baby might change their life together, Elle’s not sure she’s ready for the big step. Dan doesn’t bring the subject up again, but the issue takes hold in Elle’s mind. And as their frequent lovemaking sizzles with unquenchable desire, Elle’s heart is filled to the brim with love and the longing to give Dan everything.

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Well, hello.

I could say I’ve had some time to process this news, but the fact is, I really haven’t, so I’m gonna get right to it and announce this and then I can move on with my day, namely, taking a shower and having some breakfast and then writing.

Because I really have to, now.

I just sold two more books to Spice– WAHOOOOOOOO!!!!! And one of them is a sequel to Tempted, so for all of you who wanted Alex to get his HEA, he will. Only time will tell with who, obviously, since it’s not written yet, but I can be pretty sure she’s gonna give him a run for his money. Going along with the book will be a Spice Brief, told in Alex’s POV, about his version of what happened that summer. So for anyone who wanted to get inside Alex’s mind, this will do that. And after that I have no clue what I’ll do, since I hadn’t thought much about it, but I do have this idea…about…a man and a woman…who…um…yeah. I’ll figure it out.

And, in addtion, I’ve been told I’ll be writing two OTHER books, as yet to be determined, but not for Spice. So now I have to really think hard on what that means and what I’ll do and what sort of books I can really get behind because I’d been tossing around an idea here or there but hadn’t actually, you know…written anything. But they want me to write something, so I think it’s time to pull something out of the brain box and dust it off and get it started.

Because you all know how much I LOVE to write in the summer.

No, I won’t be stressed out at all. :)

Then again, I do better with deadlines and projects to keep me busy, and it’s not like I don’t love what I do. So. It will be fine. I might have to hire a baby sitter and escape to the coffee shop, and I KNOW I’ll be up late every night, but that’s the way it goes in the summer.

It’s all about balance.

And now, to the shower, to I might be fresh and clean when I sit down again and start typing away on my nifty new keyboard that is teeny weeny tiny.

And normally I’d be all excited because tonight is Thursday which means Supernatural. But. It’s over for the season and WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!! (I’m imitating Dean)

Have a great day, all! I’d better get to typing.

M

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