Megan Hart
The Space Between Us
Harlequin (US: 4th September 2012; AU: November 2012)
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Megan Hart is a hit-or-miss author. Hits: Mainstream fiction for Mira, Exit Strategy for Carina Press. Misses: Order of Solace books for Berkley, short stories for Samhain. I’ve been collecting her erotic novels, but have only got around to reading Collide – and unfortunately, the time travel elements made it a miss.
However, The Space Between Us is a hit, a solid four-star affair with conflict and drama. It’s easy to sympathise with all characters involved, though at times some more than others.
I don’t understand why the scenes from Tesla’s high school threesome days were included. I suppose they were there to show Tesla’s character, but they didn’t contribute to the overall plot. A novel set in the world of The Compound, would’ve been fascinating, though. Vic’s wife Elaine is a saint, and I respect her the most.
Tesla doesn’t understand why people think she’s “wild”. Uh, think about it: seducing an older guy whilst living in The Compound, then moving in with him and staying with them while his family grows. Accepting money from a mother to screw her teenage twins. (Actually, she paid Tesla to tutor them, and Tesla figured she could motivate them to perform academically if she sexed them up or something. It worked, by the way. Though Tesla didn’t realise that playing with fire would get her burned, silly girl.)
Tesla crushes on Meredith, a regular customer at the coffee shop, who invites her to have a threesome with her and her husband, Charlie. It soon turns into a ménage, and Tesla moves in with them. Then Tesla and Charlie fall in love, and Tesla begins to find Meredith really annoying.
This is why erotic fiction always trumps erotic romance for me. I don’t want a simple, happy ending – I want something I can BELIEVE. And believable to me is that three cannot last forever, because someone always gets left out. There’s always someone who isn’t the favourite. And to pretend that these complications don’t exist in a ménage is insulting to the reader. Which is why Lauren Dane’s books don’t work for me, but Megan Hart’s The Space Between Us definitely does.
