"Megan Hart has now delved into another sub-genre of romance. Sand Castle is a very erotic, haunting paranormal story. We have the opportunity of learning why everything feels so strange to Claire, along with just how important true love is and just what Malcolm gave up to be with her, right up to the chilling conclusion of the story. Once again, Megan Hart’s talent shines through in her first story of this type."—Chere Gruver, Sensual Romance
"This paranormal short story packs an emotional punch so strong that I am still getting teary-eyed just thinking about it. The author masterfully pulled together a short story bearing two engaging main characters and an enthralling plot with such a surprising twist to it that I truly couldn't figure out what was going on until almost the very end. The love scenes are beautifully written and filled with the passion and emotion the characters feel for each other. The feelings between the characters are so deep they are almost palpable. Ms. Hart gives the reader more than another story of second chances...it is also a story of hope beyond scope of what is physically possible. If you believe in second chances...if you believe in redemption...if you believe in love above and beyond physical limitations, you should not miss Sand Castle."—Mireya Orsini, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"5 Angels!...A short, erotic story with a vast emphasis on erotic. Megan Hart doesn't hold back on her spicy sex scenes. After many years of barely speaking to one another, it appears as if Claire and Malcolm are making up for lost time. This couple can't stop touching each other. One touch leads to another and it isn't long before they're falling into bed again. Megan Hart writes a kind of story that fantasies are made of...The paranormal aspect of Sand Castle is spectacular. When I finished this book I said to myself, 'What did I just read?' I immediately started re-reading in fear that I missed something. I pondered this plot twist; asked people I knew if they'd read this book until I found someone that had. I immediately asked, 'Did I just read what I think I read?' Feverish typing ensued back and forth. Sand Castle will leave a lasting impression on readers. Even as I write this review, all I can think is what a fantastic story Sand Castle is. Again I'm thinking, WOW, I just didn't see that coming. Sand Castle is an awesome story and can't wait to see if Megan Hart's other books provide more of the same. Highly recommended!"—Jaymi, Fallen Angel Reviews
"I didn't mean to upset you," Malcolm said from behind her. "Claire, believe me, I didn't."
Her voice came out harsher than she meant it to. "No. You never mean it, do you? Is that supposed to make it any better?"
She glared at him over her shoulder. He scrubbed at his face, then ran his hand through his hair. His accent thickened, and Claire remembered how the way he'd pronounced his words had once made her stomach tumble.
"Maybe…no. But it's all I can give you."
Fury ignited in her. She'd spent years being pleasant to this man, when the very sight of him had made her want to scream. She'd taken pride in never allowing him to get under her skin, in being the better person, in not succumbing to the waves of anger and grief that could have ruined every summer. Now, with nothing more than a few words, he'd broken her. She hated him for that, and hated herself for allowing him to do it.
"It's not enough!" The words dropped from her lips like toads, and she regretted them instantly for again having given away too much of herself.
He shrugged, then held up his hands. Silent in the face of her fury.
Claire shivered. Her feet and fingers were numb, icy despite the anger that should have brought heat to her cheeks. "It's been eight years. In all that time, I haven't ever raised my voice to you. I've never made it hard for us all to get together here—"
"You've never raised your voice because you don't talk to me!" He moved toward her again, but this time, Claire stood her ground. "I'd take your anger if it meant you spoke to me, not around me! But you don't even look at me, Claire. You don't see me, and you haven't in eight years!"
"It's easier that way!" Her throat threatened to close on the words, but she forced them out. "Damn it, how do you think it is for me to spend a week every summer in this house with you? Sure, I could stomp and scream and gnash my teeth, but to what purpose? There are six other people who come to this house. Six other people I consider my very dearest friends. People I love, and who love me—"
"And who love me, too," he put in quietly.
"And who love you, too," Claire replied. "And because they love you, and they love me, I never wanted to make it hard for them. I never wanted to let what happened between us turn everything sour. I didn't want to ruin Nonesuch for everyone just because…just because it had been ruined for me."
Then, to her horror, tears slid in burning lines down her cheeks. A sob tore from her throat. Claire's hands flew to her mouth, startled, to hold back the cry, but only managed to muffle it.
"Damn you!" she croaked. "Damn you to hell and back again!"
"Believe me," Malcolm told her. "I swear I've been there already."