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    <body><![CDATA[I really liked this book. After just one read, I’ve become a Megan Hart fan.  It seemed to come off as a very ‘real’ read.  Elle is a successful professional woman who knows what she wants sexually. She doesn’t ‘do’ dating, and for many years, went through a series of no-strings encounte...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/75018025">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[It's a relatively simple storyline. Quite common. Elle is a loner and feels socially awkward. She has her skeleton's hidden way at the back of her own personal closet. The she meets Dan. She doesn't want to want him, she doesn't want to like him, she doesn't want to get close or connected. But just ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/43398144">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Megan Hart's Spice novels always put me on an emotional rollercoaster.  Yes there is some hot sex but the story is really about all the emotional baggage Elle has.  There were times when I actually hurt for her.  Dan was such a patient guy.  He knew when to push and when to pull back.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Accountant Elle prefers to engage in anonymous sex and one night stands. It's been over three years since she has slept with a man, and finds herself intrigued with lawyer Dan Stewart, whom she met at a candy store and thought would accompany her home, but merely received a chaste kiss. But when the...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/40739131">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[4.5 stars. I purchased this book as an audiobook to pass the long hours on the road during a trip to Florida. I like a good romance book, and although I generally go for more paranormal fare I figured I would give it a try.  The writing was witty, the romance fairly steamy and the characters were pr...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74435779">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<strong>This is what happened . . .</strong>    <p>I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you -- this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course.    <p>I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.    <p>The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't apologize for who I am or what I've done in -- or out -- of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven't wanted anything else.    <p>Until Dan. Until now.</p></p></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm becoming a huge fan of Megan Hart. <br/><br/>This was the second of her books I've read and it was almost as good as the first one (Broken, which I gave 5 stars). She writes great sex scenes (100% free of anatomical similes, flowery language and cheesy dialogue). And great characters. And grea...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/81136696">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Something about this book was strange, and I'm having trouble discerning just what it was. Part of it, I think, was the way the wildness and adventurousness of the heroine (and the story) went drastically decrescendo, to such an extent that it was almost hard to imagine the early scenes having been ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/24538175">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<strong>This is what happened . . .</strong>    <p>I met him at the candy store. He turned around and smiled at me and I was surprised enough to smile back. This was not a children's candy store, mind you -- this was the kind of place you went to buy expensive imported chocolate truffles for your boss's wife because you felt guilty for having sex with him when you were both at a conference in Milwaukee. Hypothetically speaking, of course.    <p>I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears. Sometimes I went home with them anyway, just because it felt good to want and be wanted, even if it was mostly fake.    <p>The problem with wanting is that it's like pouring water into a vase full of stones. It fills you up before you know it, leaving no room for anything else. I don't apologize for who I am or what I've done in -- or out -- of bed. I have my job, my house and my life, and for a long time I haven't wanted anything else.    <p>Until Dan. Until now.</p></p></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[WOW!! This book was waaayyyy out there and I almost stopped reading but couldn't. Wanted to find out what had happen in Elle life to make her the way she was. (Don't want to give anything away) Turned out to be a good book. I really like Dan!!!! : )]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Dirty? Dreary? Dismal? Disgusting!<br/>Pathetic. Lame. Weak. Useless. Pitiful. <br/>The listener may lose brain cells listening to this one. I'm sure most of mine were dead when I bought the stupid thing!<br/>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Alright so I will admit this is my first erotic romance novel and if they are all like this I will be reading more. When this book was first suggested to me, I must admit, I had my doubts. However, once I started reading I became more interested in the main character, Elle. I found the sex with Dan ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/70584394">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I've tried really hard to write a review for this book but keep failing miserably, spending the last 1/2 hour typing then cursing myself on the re-read b/c I'd given everything important away. <br/><br/>So what I am going to say is this, it's a well crafted, brilliant observation of human nature, ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/71279883">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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