By Megan Hart
Twenty years ago she had her whole life spread out before her. She was Bess Walsh, a fresh-scrubbed, middle-class student ready to conquer the design world. And she was taken. Absolutely and completely.
But not by Andy, her well-groomed, intellectual boyfriend who hinted more than once about a ring. No. During that hot summer as a waitress and living on the beach, she met Nick, a dark haired, local bad boy. He was, to put it mildly, not someone she could take home to Daddy.
Instead, Nick became her dirty little secret - a fervent sexual accomplice who knew how to ignite an all-consuming obsession she had no idea she carried deep within her.
Bess had always wondered what happened to Nick after that summer, after their promise to meet again. And now, back at the beach house and taking a break from responsibility, from marriage, from life, she discovers his heartbreaking fate--and why he never came back for her. Suddenly Nick's name is on her lips...his hands on her thighs...dark hair and eyes called back from the swirling gray of purgatory's depths.
Dead, alive, or something in-between, they can't stop their hunger.
She wouldn't dare
This brings me back to the point I was trying to make earlier. After Deeper, I am kinda left with the feeling, what was the point of this story?Megan Hart introduced a few characters that she could have left out or never have introduced at all. What was the point? There seemed like there was no journey for the main male and female characters to take and I kinda felt from early on in Deeper I was going to be disappointed with whom I was rooting for. Megan Hart seemed to really build up a main male character Nick and I am still shrugging my shoulders wondering what the hell happened.
The story takes place 20 years early but Megan Hart frequently switches back and forth from “Now” to “Then”. At first I thought it was a bit annoying but I got used to it. The main female character “Bess” is away at the beach working for the summer as she does every year. She has a jerk boyfriend at home “Andy”. Bess becomes involved with “Nick” during the summer. Nick is a misunderstood bad boy and I really liked him. In fact I liked Nick and Bess together. I enjoyed reading about them together and about Bess’s struggle with breaking it off with the jerk boyfriend Andy.
I really can’t write the entire synopses of what happens because it would be very long and drawn out but the reason for the Now and Then approach is because you find out Bess actually married Andy, the jerk boyfriend. As the setting is 20 years later you understand that Bess and Andy are going through a separation/divorce and Bess escapes to the same beach as years earlier. Her thoughts drift one night while on the beach and miraculously Nick appears, although he is still 21 years old. Bess and Nick start up a relationship instantly and neither is really questioning this supernatural occurrence. Bess always wondered why Nick never came to her at the end of the summer when they fell deeply in love. (This question you get to work through while reading the Now and Thens). As I said earlier, I am left with what was the point of the book? Is that bad? Maybe not. I guess I am just a sucker for a different type of book with a different type of ending.
I will have to say that Megan Hart is an amazing descriptive writer. She goes into such detail that she can bring you face to face with the scene. I totally loved that. As an example she doesn’t just say “it was windy” she goes into paragraphs explaining the scene and the character’s feelings at that moment. I could practically smell, taste and feel the wind going through my hair as I was reading. She is really talented. Another bonus is she is very good at writing love making. Not wild erotic sex but rather love making. Again she is so descriptive that you are completely aware of the characters feelings and thoughts. I also really liked that the love making was just a natural part of the story. She didn’t create stupid scenes just to insert sex. For me, I just prefer happier reads. I don't like to be sad when I read a book. I read to take me away to my happy place.