Megan Hart Novels Novels & Stories

Turning to me, Eric checks me over to make sure that I am unharmed before he says coldly, "I assume you are Raven Hart." Before I answer, I look up into his eyes and notice that they are filled with desire. It only fuels my hunger for him more and I almost can't spit out the words. "Yes, Alpha." Trembling, I struggle to keep my wolf under control for at least a little while longer, till we leave and are alone.

"Let's go have a baby." Easy for him to say. … A note from the author: Thank you for reading The Valiant Trilogy! If you'd like to find out more about this trilogy or read my other series you can find information about all of my books on my website: www.authormeganmatthews.com Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.

The only thing i regret about today was that stupid kiss with Nathan. AUTHOR'S NOTE. I will be releasing a book shortly that centers on Megan and Nathan's conniving plans to win their exes back. It's titled SURVIVAL OF THE MOST LOVED. You can email your reviews so far to me @ prizmdeadlypearl@gmail.com, i can't wait to reply to you!, or follow me on Instagram @officialtomisinayoade and Facebook @Tomisin Ayoade. Thank you for meeting me mid-chapter this book. Nine more chapters to go.

She is protecting them, using our warriors as bait. Megan stood up and started walking in their tent. She had doubts about the whole plan, but she did not want to admit it. In the beginning, she saw everything in the bright colors, but after the last failure, she was not so sure. The Alpha they fought was bothering her. It is still a mystery how she was able to protect herself against their magic.

CHAPTER ONE Odd One Out Megan had always felt like a misfit in her pack. Despite her efforts to fit in and be like everyone else, there was always a sense of disconnection between her and the other wolves, so it wasn’t unusual that she felt awkward as she stepped into the hallway of Wolfgang University, she clutched her books closer to her chest, eyes down so she didn’t have to make contact with anyone, as there was the usual whispering and sniggering from one or two people whenever she came into a room.

She is worried that what she is about to read will change everything. So? Nix looked back at me. Megan sighed as she stood to run herself down the barrier. Or nothing. What? Nix looked between us. What does that mean? She is worried that what she is about to read will change everything for her, but change nothing about the outcome. Nix still looked confused. Megan sighed. What if what’s in these letters makes her fall in love with Rowan? Then we get to be with Rowan and Erubus. Megan nodded. Okay, but what if we can’t?

It wouldn’t be long now before everything they had worked for started falling into place. And when it did, Emery wouldn’t even know what hit her. Magret allowed herself one last smirk before turning her chair back towards the window, watching as the world outside moved along, blissfully unaware of the storm that was about to come. She had deep resentment towards the Hart family. They had ruined her life, she just had to stoop to such a level to get involved with Edward. Her mind flashes to the scene of the past. Margaret younger self stared at the number of men charging into her father's mansion, they were taking all the valuables they had. She held onto her backpack, gripping it tightly.

The scuffle that followed, a blur of angry words and flailing limbs, had ended with Briana's termination. Megan’s arms tightened around her, a shiver running down her spine, a cold reminder of her vulnerability. She was tired, bone-deep tired. She had sought solace in a quiet life after her messy divorce from Rich, hoping to escape the drama that had plagued her for so long. But trouble, it seemed, had a way of finding her. Meanwhile, in a cramped, dimly lit cell, Harin wrestled with the thin, scratchy blanket, his body a knot of anxiety.

Megan. Why was her name suddenly on everyone’s lips? Why did the press care? And why did the thought of losing her make something in my chest twist painfully? I pushed the glass aside and leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling. The lilies were still there, their presence taunting me, reminding me of the past I couldn’t rewrite. And yet, against all logic, another image pushed its way into my mind. Megan. The way her eyes looked when she was nervous, the way she spoke carefully as though afraid of saying the wrong thing.

“Mrs Luthor!’’ She called and rushed over to grab Meagan away from me. I staggered back motionless, her voice repeating in my head, reminding me of the cruel reality that Cain had once trashed in my face. Mrs Luthor. Meagan really remarried. She moved on from me and got herself another husband in just two years. And I was now just a stranger to her. “Are you okay, Mrs Luthor?’’ Her secretary panicked. “Naomi! Get him out of here please.’’ Meagan sniffled behind the secretary, hell bent on getting me out of her sight, staring at me with vile unrecognition in her eyes. My heart cracked. ‘‘Meagan…’’