No strings. No regrets. And no going back.
I didn't think he wanted me. And I wasn't about to get involved with him, not after what I'd heard. Alex Kennedy was tall, dark and unbearably hot, but I've been burned before. Maybe it was stupid of me to offer, but he needed a place to crash and I needed to pay the rent, but now he's my tenant with benefits. And now that we've crossed that line, I can't seem to find my way back.
But I can't give my heart to a man who's so unconventional. His last relationship was with a married couple. It's enough that my ex-fiancé preferred menI won't take that chance again no matter how much my body thrives on Alex's touch. I can't risk it, but I can't resist it, either.
Alex can be very convincing when he wants something.
And he wants me.
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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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"Alex doesn't like girls." Patrick said this like a warning.
I'd been staring at the man from the corner of my eye, framing him as part of the overall picture here at Patrick's annual Chrismukkah party. Alex was prettier than the bunches of Martha Stewart-inspired poinsettias and twinkling fairy lights, but so were all the men here. Patrick had the hottest friends I'd ever seen. Seriously, it was like a convention of hot men. After Patrick's admonishment I looked Alex over again more closely, mostly just to jerk Patrick's chain. He was so easy that way.
"Is that his name?"
Patrick gave a low snort of disapproval. "Yes, that's his name."
"Kennedy," Patrick said. "But he doesn't"
"I heard you." I pressed my lips to the rim of my wineglass, warming it. The rich, strong scent of red wine wafted under my nostrils. I could taste the aroma on the back of my tongue, but I didn't sip. "He doesn't like girls, huh?"
Patrick pursed his mouth and crossed his arms. "No. Jesus, Olivia, stop ogling his ass."
I raised an eyebrow, mirroring Patrick's earlier expression. An old habit and one I knew irritated the shit out of him. It seemed like that kind of night. "Why do you invite me to your parties if it's not to ogle men's asses?"
Patrick huffed and puffed and frowned briefly before he must've remembered what that did to the lines around his mouth, and he forced his face to neutral smoothness. His gaze followed mine across the dining room and through the archway. Alex had his back to us, one arm on the mantelpiece of the living-room fireplace. He had a glass of Guinness. He'd been holding it for as long as I'd been watching, but I hadn't seen him drink from it even once.
"And you feel an especial need to point this out to me why?" I sipped more wine and stared him down.
Patrick shrugged. "Just thought I'd make sure you knew."
I looked around at the half-dozen men helping themselves to the buffet, and then through the arch to the living room where another dozen men chatted or danced or flirted. Ninety-nine percent of them were gay and the other one percent was thinking about it. "I think I know better than to expect to get laid at one of your parties, Patrick."
Before I could comment further, a pair of thick, muscled arms gripped my waist from behind and a tight belly pressed along my back. "Run away with me and see how long it takes before he notices we're gone," said a deep voice directly into my ear.
I twisted, giving in to laughter at the tickling touch of a beard on my earlobe, and turned. "Patrick, you didn't tell me you were inviting Billy Dee Williams to your party! Oh, wait Billy Dee would never wear that sweater. Hey, Teddy."
"Girl, don't you be making fun of this sweater. Mama McDonald sent me this sweater and her boy Patrick got one just like it." Teddy dropped Patrick a wink. "Difference is, I'm man enough to wear it."
I got a hug, a squeeze, a kiss and a pat on the ass all within the span of seconds before Teddy moved on to provide the same for Patrick. Patrick, still pouting, swatted at the bigger man and pushed him away while Teddy laughed and swiped a hand over Patrick's hair. Patrick scowled and smoothed his ruffled feathers, but allowed Teddy to kiss his cheek a moment later.
I gestured with my wineglass. "He's trying to tell me not to ogle an ass."
"What? I thought we were all here to ogle men's asses."
Teddy shook his, I shook mine; we did The Bump and dissolved into the sort of laughter helped along by a liberal helping of holiday cheer. Patrick watched us with his arms crossed and eyebrow lifted. Then he shook his head.
"Pardon me for trying to be a friend," he said.
Patrick and I had been friends for a long time. Once, long ago, we'd been more than that. Patrick thought that gave him the right to be my aunt Nancy and I let him because well, because I loved him. And because there was never been too much love in my life to turn any small bit of it away.
This, though, seemed a little excessive even for Patrick. Teddy and I shared a glance. I shrugged.
"I'm making a run to the kitchen for some more wine, loves," Teddy said. "Do you want any?"
"I'm good." I held up my glass, still halffull.
Patrick shook his head. We both watched Teddy make his way through the crowd. Only when he was out of earshot did I turn back to my ex-boyfriend.
"Patrick, if you're trying to tell me in a not-so-subtle way that you fucked that guy"
Patrick's short, sharp bark was so different from his normal laughter it startled me to silence. He shook his head. "Oh, no. Not him."
I didn't miss the way he cut his gaze from mine. That more than anything told me an entire story that needed no words. Hell. It didn't even need a picture to make it clear.
My grin faded. Patrick had never made a secret of his private life, and I'd heard more stories about the men he'd slept with than I ever wanted to. Patrick didn't get turned down, at least not often. I watched the red flush creep up his perfect, high cheekbones.
I looked again across the room at Alex Kennedy. "He turned you down?"
"Shh! " Patrick hissed, though the music and conversation was so loud nobody could've overheard us.
His mouth clamped tighter. "Not another word."
I looked again across the room at Alex Kennedy, still standing with one arm on the mantel. Now I paid attention to the crease in his black trousers and the way the soft black knit of his sweater clung to his broad shoulders and lean waist. He wore the clothes well, but so did all the other men here. From this distance I could see darkish eyes and longish medium-brown hair that looked as though he'd run a hand through it one too many timesor just rolled out of bed. Hair like that took lots of product and effort to look good, and his did. I had an impression of handsome features more than an actual view, and some of that was assumption. Alex was very pretty, there was no doubt about it, but if Patrick hadn't gone all "don'tcha dare" on me, I probably would've looked once, maybe twice, and never again.
"How come I've never met him?"
"He's not from around here," Patrick said.
I looked back at the man Patrick seemed so desperate for me to ignore. Alex appeared to be locked in deep conversation with another of Patrick's friends, their faces intense and serious. Not flirting. The man across from Alex drank angrily, his throat working.
I didn't need to lift my hands, thumb to thumb and pointer to pointer, to make a frame for the picture I was composing. My mind did that automatically at the same time it filled in the details of their story. Snap, click. I didn't have my camera, but I could imagine the shot, just the same. I framed Alex in my head, slightly off center and a little out of focus.
Patrick muttered and poked me in the side. "Olivia! "
I looked at him again. "Stop being such a mother hen, Patrick. Do you think I'm an idiot?"
He frowned. "No. I don't think you're an idiot. I just don't want."
Teddy came back just then, so whatever Patrick wanted got swallowed behind a tight, hard smile. I recognized it, along with the look in his eyes. I hadn't seen it for a long time, but I knew it. Patrick was hiding something.
Teddy slung an arm over Patrick's shoulders and pulled him close to nuzzle at his cheek. "Come on. The cheese tray's been decimated and we're almost out of wine. Come to the kitchen with me, love, and I'll give you a little treat."
Until Teddy, Patrick had never stayed with anyone longer than he'd been with me. I adored Teddy despite this, or maybe because of it. I knew Patrick loved him, though he hardly ever said so, and because I loved Patrick I wanted him to be happy.
Patrick's hard glance cut across the room again, to Alex and back to me. I thought he might say something more, but instead he shook his head and let Teddy lead him away. Me, I took another ogle at Alex Kennedy's very, very fine ass.
"Livvy! Merry holidays!" This came from Jerald, another of Patrick's friends, and a man who'd done some modeling for me more than once. I traded him some nice head shots for his portfolio in exchange for using him in some stock photos I needed for my graphic design business. "When are you going to take more pictures of me, huh?"
"When can you come in?"
Jerald grinned with perfect white teeth and a smile as straight as he was not. "Whenever you need me."
We chatted for a few minutes about when and where, and for what, and then Jerald gave me a hug and a squeeze and a kiss before abandoning me in search of someone with a penis. That was all right. I didn't need Patrick to hover over me to make me feel at home. I knew most of his friends. The ones of recent acquaintance viewed me as a curiosity, a relic, the woman who'd been with Patrick before he came out, but they were friendly enough. Liquor helped, of course. Friends who'd known Patrick and me since college, on the other hand, could all still laugh about the good times that had happened when Patrick and I were a couple without the half-disguised gleam of pity his newer, gay friends often gave me. Booze helped that, too.
Wineglass in hand, I made my way over to the buffet to load my plate with all sorts of delicacies. Squares of Indian naan bread paired with spicy hummus, cubes of cheese dipped in cranberry honey mustard, a few purple grapes still clinging to their stem. Patrick and Teddy knew how to throw a party, and even the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I still had room for food as good as they served. I was debating about sampling the slices of rare roast beef settled next to the crusty French rolls or the waistline-conscious strawberry walnut salad when a tap on my shoulder turned me.
I stopped with a roll in my hand, halfway to my plate. I knew Patrick's neighbor, Nadia. She'd always gone out of her way to be friendly to me, not that she had any reason not to be. I'd always thought Nadia's overtures of friendship had less to do with me and more with her, and tonight was proving that suspicion correct.
"I want you to meet Carlos. My boyfriend." Nadia had a pretty smile in an otherwise unremarkable face, but when she used it I wanted to take her picture. It transformed her.
"Meetcha," Carlos mumbled, his eyes on the food, though Nadia's hand held him in such a tight grip he couldn't actually grab any.
"Nice to meet you, Carlos."
Nadia gave us both an expectant look. Carlos and I gave each other the once-over, his dark eyes traveling over my entire face before meeting my gaze. He glanced at Nadia, whose fingers were curled into the crook of his elbow. Her skin was very white against his. I think we both knew what she wanted, but neither of us was going to give it.
I didn't know I was black until second grade. Oh, sure, I'd always known my skin was darker than my parents' and brothers'. My features not the same. They'd never hidden the fact that I was adopted, and we celebrated not only my birthday but the date I became part of their family. I never felt anything less than loved completely. Cherished. Spoiled, even, by two much older brothers, and parents I'd know later were trying to overcompensate for the cesspool their marriage had become.
I'd always believed I was special, but until second grade I'd never understood I was different.
Desiree Johnson moved to my school in Ardmore from someplace closer to inner-city Philadelphia. She wore her hair in hundreds of tiny braids close to her scalp and clipped at the ends with plastic barrettes. She wore T-shirts with gold shiny lettering, and soft velour track pants, her sneakers star-tlingly white and huge for the size of her feet. She was different, and we all stared when she came into our classroom.
The teacher, Miss Dippold, had told us only that morning we'd be getting a new student. She'd taken care to mention how important it was to be kind to new students, especially those who weren't "the same." She'd read us a story about Zeke, the pony with stripes who'd turned out not to be a pony at all but a zebra. Even in second grade, I'd seen the end of that one coming from a mile away.
What I hadn't seen coming was Miss Dippold's command to me to shift my desk so Desiree could sit beside me. I obeyed, of course, atingle with delight at being chosen to befriend the new girl. Was it because I was the class's top speller for that week, with my name on the board and first-in-line privileges for recess? Or had Miss Dippold noticed how I'd lent Billy Miller my best pencil, since he'd left his at home again? My desk scraped along the floor, curling small shavings of polish off the wood as I moved it aside so Randall, the janitor, could fit in another desk and chair for Desiree.
It was none of those reasons, but one I'd never have guessed.
"There," Miss Dippold said when Desiree had settled herself into the new desk and chair. "Desiree, this is Olivia. I'm sure you'll be best friends."
Desiree's barrettes clacked against one another as she turned her head to look up and down at my pleated skirt, knee-high socks and buckled Mary Janes. My hair, twisted into tight curls and held back with a matching headband. My cardigan sweater.
For a second-grader, Desiree already had a lot of attitude. "You got to be kidding me."
Miss Dippold blinked behind her huge tortoiseshell glasses. "Desiree? Is there a problem?"
She gave a world-weary sigh. "No, Miss Dippold. Nothing wrong with me."
Later, just before lunch, I leaned to take a peek at the drawings she was making on her notepad. Mostly swirls and circles, shaded with pencil. I showed her my own doodles, which weren't as elaborate.
"I like to draw, too," I said.
Desiree checked out my drawings and snorted. "Uh-huh."
"Maybe that's why Miss Dippold thought we'd be friends," I explained patiently, still trying. "Because we both like to draw."
Desiree's brows rose up to meet her hairline. She looked around at the others, classmates who were getting restless in anticipation of sloppy joes and afternoon recess. She looked back at me, then took my hand and laid it next to hers. Against the pale gray desktops, our fingers stood out like shadows.
"Miss Dippold didn't know anything about my drawing," Desiree said. "She meant it's cuz we're both, you know."
Now she gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at me. Her whole tone changed. "Because we're both black."
It was my turn to blink rapidly, trying to take all of this in. I looked around the room, at a sea of white faces. Caitlyn Caruso was adopted, too, from China, and she looked different than the other kids. But Desiree was right. She'd pointed it out as if I should've known all along.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I cannot believe this book! What a pleasant surprise. I picked it up for the cover art alone! That photo is pure genius. I just keep thinking that was me and the man I love. When I bought the book I assumed there would be little depth to the story line. I was looking for a story to make me feel good about myself and my own relationship...just knowing that there is more interracial couples in the world. Boy oh boy was the rug pulled from under me. I never imagined that I would understand this complex yet simple Alex Kennedy. All he was looking for ...LOVE. It was refreshing to see that a man could admit his vulnerability and still press forward with what he wanted. I thought I was going to read a quick story of a gorgeous man falling for a beautiful damsel in distress. It turns out that wasn't the gist of the novel. Naked forced me to take a closer look at the dynamics of family and self-worth. Olivia had to overcome past hurt by her former fiancee and all of his bull along with finding her place in this mixed up world. By the end of this story I felt NAKED and was forced to try to examine myself. This book helped me open my mind. Thanks Megan Hart for giving me Olivia and Alex!
Olivia is a 28-year-old photographer who doesn't quite know who she is. She was adopted into an all white family even though she's not white, she has to deal with her family being divided between two religions every holiday, and she's having a difficult time trusting herself after a troubled love life. Yet, the night she sees Alex Kennedy, everything changes. She doesn't listen that "he's trouble" or care about his sexual history. Together they fit and for once, she's content. "I didn't have to decide if I was one thing or another. If I was both and neither. Everything and nothing. It's okay to struggle to find our place in this world and the person who will take us for who and what we are. Sometimes we dress ourselves in layers that only get peeled away in the end, to leave us as we should be. Naked." This was a classic story of opposites attract, meet, fall in love! :) *SPOILERS* Olivia, aka "Liv", is struggling to get her own advertising/graphic design business off the ground while living in a newly purchased building that had once been a firehouse. She hasn't had the best track record in relationships and has even had a few other life hiccups as well. She lived a lie back in college upon dating Patrick for three years and two weeks before they were due to walk down the aisle at her father's church, she found out Patrick was really gay and sleeping around. Yet, Olivia took the full blame for their failed marriage on herself and even went back to Patrick so they could remain friends. She keeps living a lie since she's still in love with her gay best friend, even when he continues to get jealous and steer her away from any potential relationships. Alex, on the other hand, is financially stable, an international globe trotter, and is the walking fantasy of both men and women. He's back in the states after living recently in Japan, Scotland, Singapore, and Holland and is being a "professional house-guest" (aka mooching off the hospitality of friends and their couches) all while avoiding the final stop of visiting his parents in Sandusky, Ohio. He believes "sometimes, the longer you stay away from something the harder it is to go back there." This was the second book by Hart that I've read; my first being Deeper. The story flows smoothly and the characters are very realistic. I'm not a fan of rushed relationships, but I really felt Alex and Olivia had a nice bond even though within four months there were engaged. I kept waiting for Alex to cheat on Olivia or something similar (I'm not sure why I expected that?) but overall their relationship throughout Naked was solid. In short - It's a mishmash of couple meeting, couple falling in love, couple meeting each others family/friends, and couple accepting each others past and loving them for who they are. It's an erotic read, so expect some juicy love scenes. Likes: I enjoyed Olivia describing how she "hadn't been raised stupid, but sure ended up feeling dumb" during certain points in her life. I find that's a common aspect many women keep secret. Dislikes: I wished to have seen the wedding. The story kind of dropped off before that, leaving my things up in the air . . . like what church/religion did Olivia decide to get married under or if Alex got around to extending an wedding invitation to his father or not? Plus Alex's marriage proposal still bothers me.
Naked is loosely connected to Megan Hart's book Tempted. It continues with Alex Kennedy meeting Olivia Mackey the morning after a Holiday celebration. It turns out that Alex needs a place to stay for a few months and Olivia has an apartment she can rent out to him while he is in town on business. Both are attracted to each other but Olivia is very hesitant to become involved in a relationship with a man who might swing both ways. She was already hurt once by her former fiancé Patrick who finally came out of the closet. Megan Hart's writing is so difficult for me to give a grade when reviewing. I think she is such a fabulous writer. Her characters are completely fleshed out and so human that it is hard not to be drawn in by them and have an emotional reaction. But at the same time sometimes the characters are so human, faults and all, that the very same thing that drew you in pushes you away. Am I making any sense at all? Let's start with Alex. On the outside he seems so completely put together. All posh and circumstance, yet just past the surface the man is a mess. He thinks he knows what he wants, but I am not convinced that he does. Olivia's perception when it comes to relationships is very skewed and much of this is due to the fact that the only serious relationship she has had is with a gay man. But despite all these obstacles it is obvious that these two when together are happy. They have baggage that they will have to work to overcome. I like that the author doesn't sugar coat things and faces the fact that for the relationship to be successful, Olivia and Alex will have to work for it. I really liked how Ms. Hart ties themes of acceptance throughout the book. She took religion, race and sexual orientation all without being preachy, and showed how these things can affect a person or people. I thought that was very well done of her and it gave the book quite a bit of depth. I must admit the way the book was going I thought it was going to end badly. Fortunately, things were resolved in the end, but I felt that the ending was VERY abrupt. I wish that things could have been hammered out a little better and eventually this is what led me to lower the grade rating. I am not entirely convinced of the happy ever after.
I like this book alot. So much better than Tempted. I am happy Alex finally got a happy ending. I found the fact that Cam might actually be Alex's son very intriguing. But to me its also a reminder that Alex will forever remain between James and Anna. I dont know why the three of them didn't just stay together in a long term polyamorous relationship. I feel like James and Anna settled for eachother....neither of them getting what they really wanted, which was Alex. I love that Alex never lied to Olivia. And I loved that he never wanted to share her knowing the danger in that from his relationship with Anna and James. I disagree with other reviews, I don't think it ended abruptly. All the details we don't know don't know dont really matter.Olivia loved him enough to stay with him despite his past. At the end of the day, it doesnt matter whether Olivia chooses a church or a synogague to be married in, or if Alexs father ever stops being a dick or not, or even comes to their wedding. All that really matters is that Alex and Olivia found love and happiness in eachother and were willing to overcome all obstacles together.
At the annual Chrismukkah party hosted by her former boyfriend Patrick MacDonald, graphic designer Olivia Mackey notices a hunk. Patrick warns her that not only is international consultant Alex Kennedy bad news, he does not like girls. Since Patrick is gay, she assumes he means Alex is also. Though attracted to Alex, Olivia and having had an orgasm fantasizing what she would do to him, Olivia writes him off and plans to avoid him. However, he needs a place to stay and she has an apartment to rent and needs the money. As they become neighbors, he tries to disprove her beliefs about him with hands on ease, but also hides nothing behind his facades as what she sees is what he is. This deep erotic romance focuses on the complexities of relationships including between men as the key cast members are fully developed complicated people. The lead pairing is a refreshing unique couple as is the loving secondary support duet of Patrick and his significant other Teddy. Naked is a profound erotica as Megan Hart argues that life is convoluted because 1 + 1 does not equal 2 in the set of human interrelationships. Harriet Klausner
I read this book a year ago and it lingered in my mind ever since. So I read it again. It was even better this second time around. To really get the depth of Alex's character, you need to read the previous book 'Tempted'. In that book, Alex gets deep into a relationship with his best friend Jamie and his wife Anne. I always found the couple selfish and I felt they both used Alex to fill the cracks in their own relationship. I really loved Alexcharacter, his loneliness and desire to love and be loved. I wanted him to find love but knew it would take an extraordinary and unique heroine to make a love story with him real and believable. Olivia, the heroine in 'Naked' is that and more. Alex and Olivia are multidimensional characters and despite the baggage they each carry, they come together is such an honest and clean way that you fall for them right away. Add to that the magnificent way that Meagan Hart has to describe the most complex human emotions into words and you have a book that you cannot easily forget. That's why I had to read it again and I can tell I will read it more times in the future. An exceptional read. I highly recommend it, but you need to read 'Tempted' before.
I have read 8 of Megan Hart's books. They are all amazing. Her detail and the fact that the stories have a plot makes the steaminess so much better. 'Naked' was one of my favorites I will probably read it again.
This book was not what I expected and that's a good thing. Like most of the reviewers I felt that she did a good job of showing the flaws of the characters. Olivia had so many issues that I couldn't see her with a happy ending. Saying that, I wanted the story to go on and on. Thank you for spinning sexuality, religion and race issues in such an interesting way. I will now add her to my list of favorite authors if her other books are anything like this one.
This is my first book by Megan Hart. I was SO wonderfully surprised! I enjoy romantica however even the hottest books become predictable over time. I found this totally refreshing and absolutely loved the characters. They were beautiful, sexy, flawed and real. I look forward to reading more from this author! If you have an open mind and open heart you'll truly enjoy Naked.
So i just literaly put this book down..i loved it! everything about this book was awesome..
I have to admit Naked is the first book I have read by Megan Hart, but I have no doubt it won't be my last. I can't believe I waited so long to read anything by Megan Hart. Naked is Alex Kennedy's book, and is part of a series. I personally didn't have any problem with reading this book and none of the others in this series. I didn't feel lost or that I was missing something big. I loved how mysterious Alex was, but I got a little tired of how he thought he was irresistible. Alex did have the ability to say the sweetest things, that will have you melting. My other complaint about Alex is that he wanted to know about Olivia but whenever she would ask about him he would close up and didn't want to talk about it. I felt that by the end of Naked that we would find out he had some deep dark secret but that never came. Naked is written in Olivia's point of view. I loved that Olivia had a strong past, she was burned by a man. She was hurt but couldn't cut the emotional strings. I loved that, it proves that sometimes letting go is the hardest thing, and hurts a lot. I loved that Olivia could be both somewhat insecure and still strong at heart. That really worked for Olivia's character. Even though she was still somewhat attached to the man who hurt her, she was able to see the potential in Alex. She wanted her chance at happiness and goes for it. Naked had some other wonderful characters. One of my favorites was Sarah, Olivia's best friend. She was hilarious, and had me laughing. She added a lighter tone to Naked that I loved.Naked focuses on some strong touchy topics, homosexuality, religion, family, and how they affect Olivia and the other characters. Megan Hart has a way to her writing, that makes you think about yourself and your life. Naked is a sexy, yet thought provoking novel.
If you ever read Tempted by Megan Hart, you know who Alex Kennedy is. This is the story of Alex and Olivia, told from Olivia's POV. I think this story has a lot more romance than some of her other erotic stories. Naked is sexy and interesting story about relationships and the personal choices that make us who we are. Olivia is a likable and complex character and Alex is drool-worthy and a little dangerous (in a sexually ambiguous way). The development of their relationship seemed real although a little rushed. I like that their relationship was as complex as they were. Getting together didn't take all their troubles away.I really enjoyed seeing some of my favorite characters from Hart's previous novels in this book. I love revisiting old friends and it took me a while to recognize Sarah.My only complaint is that is some ways Alex is still a mystery to me and I think to Olivia as well. I understand him better but their are still some holes. What exactly does he do?Overall Naked is a good, satisfying read and I recommend it to all Megan Hart fans, all erotica fans, and anyone who wants to try this genre.
Megan Hart tackles real-world issues of race, sexuality, adoption, and religion in an open and honest manner that is quite refreshing. The single POV style means we don't get other characters' motivations, but it does mean we get to see more of the main character's personality. I would have liked Olivia to have been a touch more aware of herself as a sometimes unreliable witness, since she claims to value Alex's honesty (to the point of being perturbed when he is less than forthcoming) and yet she fails to fully acknowledge that she is hiding her own share of truth from him.I must admit to feeling a bit wary of any future this relationship actually has: their idea of conflict resolution is for Olivia to cry or rant a bit and then cave to whatever Alex wants just because he's pretty. She fully accepts that he's ready to commit to a monogamous relationship with only the barest hints that he might not have enjoyed his previous status of free-wheeling single-dom. Perhaps readers of Ms. Hart's other books know more about Alex and are ready to accept this about-face, but a nod to those of us new to her work would have been appreciated (perhaps an overheard conversation since Olivia was quite willing to eavesdrop?)
Naked by Megan Hart is a most unusual romance book. It's not like anything I've ever read, but I'm really glad I got to read it! I never knew what was going to happen next, and that's quite a surprise right there. I thoroughly enjoyed this book even though the title mislead my dirty mind (lol)! I loved the characters and the depth of the story. This book is not just about the sex, but has a nice blend of romance and erotic encounters. I don't normally read a book quite this long, but it was written very well and everything flowed together perfectly. I highly recommend Naked by Megan Hart!
Alex became instantly one of my favorite characters when I read Tempted in 2008, so I was eagerly waiting for this book. Happily I wasn¿t disappointed.I give Naked a B+. I would have given it an A if only Alex presence had been less mysterious and distant. The focus of the book is Olivia, not him, sadly. [yes, I am an Alex fangirl!]Still, I liked it much better than Tempted, which was a little too bitter for me. Naked is more of a romance compared to some of Hart¿s novels, but it¿s still in her style. I found the ending believable and rewarding¿ So much better than those Disney-like fairytale romance endings that some other authors write.The writing is always remarkable, especially if compared to the average fare in contemporary romance, where it¿s so hard to find authentic and distinctive writer¿s voices.As to the sex scenes, I¿m happy to say that I haven¿t found them repetitive or unnecessary, as was the case with Deeper and Dirty.I wouldn¿t suggest to read this book without having read Tempted first¿ But really, I would suggest anyone to buy most of Megan Hart¿s novels^^
It was good, not great. I enjoyed it but it wasnt one of Megan Harts best.
loved the series
I love Megan Hart. I loved Olivia and Alex. I was really glad Alex had his HEA. He deserved it. I've read reviews where the reader didn't really care for Alex, but I thought he was great. He cares, and sometimes too much for his own good. There were a few times when I wish there was a book from Alex's perspective-like we had with Everything Changes. Olivia would overhear something, or Alex would just leave...I wanted to know why-what was going on? Overall though it is a great book.
I love that her stories are not about silly obstacles and misunderstandings and waiting for the characters to realize they want to be together. The relationship IS the story. It's about how people develop within their relationships. Not your typical romance novel. I also love her writing style.
Good follow up to Tempted and Everything Changes, nice to see Alex get his HEA. It did feel a little rushed at times and cut off abruptly at certain points. Her first two works in this non series were better thought out, but it was still good. Shocker at the end that I didnt see coming, but good work overall.
I really enjoy the book but it left me feeling like they fell off a cliff. Should have a third to tie up all the loose questions. Im bummed it just dropped off so quickly at the end.