"...An original story. Megan Hart once again pulls us into this tender story of love. This story is written in a different fashion; we go backward instead of forward in this hauntingly beautiful love story. We start when Marrin's life is just about over and go back in time until she meets and weds Keane. And while the sex is very hot, just like in all Megan Hart's stories, this is a sad love story...Packs one whale of a punch. I highly recommend this one!"—Chere Gruver, Paranormal Romance
"5 Angels!...A short story that spans many years. However, Megan Hart has done an outstanding job at drawing the reader into the tender and compassionate relationship of Keane and Marrin. Keane offers Marrin what she needs both physically and emotionally, even if she did not know that was what she needed in the beginning. The sizzling chemistry between them is as hot and moving as the devotion they have for one another is heartfelt. Although this story was a quick read, it moved me in ways that a story of this length has not done in quite some time. Overwhelmed with emotions, I found myself having to read their story again. It was a wonderful experience that will rival any tear-jerking romance mixed with an erotic spice. Megan Hart has gone a tremendous job of bringing a distant planet and two strangers to life in a tale that will leave readers touched beyond words. Definitely worth 5 Angels!"—Jessica,Fallen Angels Reviews
"...A short story that extends over many years. The loving relationship between Keane and Marrin pulls in the reader allowing them to see the sensations the two characters share. I liked the way the author gave Keane the ability to offer her physical and emotional needs never once caring if she ages. It was good seeing how Marrin was able to get over her loss with the help of Keane. They share a chemistry that practically crackles and sparks through the pages but it is one filled with compassionate emotion. Megan Hart has taken a short story and cleverly created a powerful punch of different expressions gently folding them together. She allows the reader to feel the depth of the characters. Her style of writing is quite unique and it shows. This was a good book read."—Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
...Where was he? Marrin kept a firm grip on Hadassah’s hand, no matter how hard the little girl tried to get away. Sarai and Aliya were running in circles around her, trying her already thin patience. Marrin searched the crowd exiting the skyport, many of them greeting colonists who’d come out to meet them. Some carried the bags and bore the pale skin of new colonists as yet unburned by the harsh Lujawed sun
She didn’t see the man she sought any place. Tall, he had written. Dark hair to his shoulders. He’d be wearing a blue jumpsuit with white piping, and carrying a black leather bag.
His name was Keane Delacore. He was forty Earth years old, though Seveerans aged differently than Earthers and she shouldn’t be surprised if he looked younger. He looked forward to meeting her in person, and her daughters.
If he didn’t show up, she’d take her children and go back to the homestead. She would feed them and put them to bed, and maybe she’d go decadent and fill the washtub for a bath. If he didn’t show up, she’d be no worse off than she already was—and maybe she’d be better.
If he didn’t show up, she would somehow find a way to pay a labor crew to help her in the fields. How, she didn’t know. She had no cash and as yet no crop to count on. She had nothing to barter, nothing to sell.
Seth had left her with nothing but three children and debt. In the three years since his death, Marrin had watched everything they had brought with them from home be sold off or break down in the harsh desert atmosphere.
He had been a good man with a wonderful dream, and it had not been his fault the immunizations against native viruses hadn’t worked for him. It happened in .0001% of the population, a risk so miniscule even Seth, who calculated everything, had been willing to risk it. It wasn’t his fault the idvad had been scarcer than usual their first two years on Lujawed. And it wasn’t his fault he’d taken sick as their first crops failed, nor when he died, but though none of those things were Seth’s fault there were days, many of them, when Marrin blamed her husband bitterly for her current situation.
The crowd of exiting passengers had trickled to nothing. Marrin kept her back straight, her eyes dry, her grip firm on Hadassah’s straining hand. He wasn’t coming.
“Come on, girls,” she said at last, when the only person remaining in the starport station was the eldery Lujawedi sweeping the floors. “Let’s go home.”
As she turned, one last figure appeared in the skylock doors. A tall man with dark hair to his shoulders, wearing a blue jumpsuit with white piping.
He stepped cautiously through the spiral doors and looked around. His eyes fell on their little group, and he smiled, stepping forward, the look on his face one of a man greeting long-lost friends. He looked overjoyed to see them, and Marrin stepped back at the sight of Keane Delacore’s smile. He didn’t look forty. He looked even younger than her twenty-six years.
“Marrin Levy, I greet you,” he said...