Megan Hart has a new release, Tear You Apart and she is here to talk a bit about it today.
Not Fade Away by Megan Hart
We always know the moment we meet our one true love, don’t we? Your eyes meet. Your hearts beat. An angel chorus sings and you float toward each other on a glittering rainbow, and you live together forever and ever. Happily Ever After. That’s the only way to judge what true love is, right?
Or sometimes, you just turn around.
“I put one hand on the concrete wall, next to the elevator call button. The concrete’s rough and raw enough to scrape my knuckles when Will’s voice makes me turn. Blood beads in the wrinkles of my fingers.
His mouth is on mine so fast I shouldn’t be ready for it, but the truth is I’ve been ready for Will to kiss me since the second I walked through his front door. Our mouths open, tongues meet. His hands anchor my hips; mine grip his shoulders. Then higher to clasp behind his neck, to toy with the softness of the hair at the base of his neck. His kiss travels from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw to my neck, and I am lost.
I was lost before I got there.”
Will and Elisabeth meet. They begin a passionate affair. Hard and fast, full of need and greed. And then, the unthinkable happens. They fall in love. And that, as it turns out, is the worst thing that could have happened to either one of them.
But if it’s love, that still means fairy wings and glitter, right? Love conquers all. And love, true love, doesn’t end, or else it’s not the true love.
Elisabeth doesn’t think so. What she learns is that love is never the same way twice, and that just because it ends, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. She also learns that no matter how hard it can be to walk way from what you want more desperately than anything else, no matter how much it tears you apart, sometimes the things that teach us the most are the ones that end.
Relationships can end, even when the love doesn’t. Love, as they say, is real. Not fade away.
“We can’t stop staring at each other. Saying nothing, nothing to say. I trace the curve of his jaw and throat, the sweet spot below his ear, with only my eyes because he’s too far away to touch. We stare and we stare and I can’t stop myself from smiling, because he’s smiling too. We don’t have to speak to have this conversation; in fact, the only way to have it is by not using words.
And then, although it’s more than silly, it’s stupid, it’s ridiculous, but because I can’t help myself, I pull the laptop closer to me so I can pretend it’s Will I’m holding, not some box of metal and wire and glass. Only for a few seconds, long enough to hear the sound of his breathing as close as if it were in my ear — but there’s no press of it against my cheek. I can’t smell him. I want him to talk so I can at least have that sensation, but when I pull away to look at him, Will’s eyes are closed, his breathing heavy.
We’ve never slept together, and this is nothing like it would be if we ever did. But it’s the closest we will ever get to it, I think as sleep weights my own eyes. I listen to the soft shush-hush of his breathing. Then the shuffle of blankets as he shifts. I look at him. He’s looking back.
“How are we going to say goodbye?” Will asks in a sleep-furry voice.
He means now. I mean forever. “I don’t want to.”
His sleepy smile slaughters me. If I were standing, it would’ve sent me to my knees. Will yawns.
“We have to, at some point. Can’t stay online all night,” he says.
Of course he’s right, but that doesn’t change how I feel. He gets up on his elbow, propping his head in his hand. He studies me.
“If you knew this was the last time you’d talk to me, what would you say?” It’s too late for this kind of conversation, the sort I promised myself I’d never have with him. But I want to know.
Will laughs, and it’s the uncomfortable kind, not genuine. “C’mon. We’ll talk again.”
I’m not so sure. “I just assume every time will be the last time, that’s all.”
“That hasn’t happened yet.”
“No,” I tell him carefully. “But it’s going to.”
Tear You Apart is not a romance. It’s not for readers who demand a happy ever after. Tear You Apart, however, is a love story, and I hope readers who want to read about complicated, messy relationships that don’t follow convention will give Will and Elisabeth’s story a try.
Megan Hart is giving away a signed copy of Tear You Apart. Open to all through September 7.