Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Night Owl – M. Pierce

“Tautly written, complex, and vibrating with a dark sensuality that will have you at once blushing and anxious. You’ll think you have this book pegged . . . but you’ll be wrong.”—Christina Lauren, New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors of The Beautiful Bastard series

From bestselling ebook author M. Pierce comes the first novel in a provocative erotic trilogy where an anonymous online writing partnership turns into an uncontrollable, passionate obsession

At twenty-eight, Matt Sky has the perfect life. He has a beautiful girlfriend, a massive inheritance, and four national bestsellers — all penned under his airtight alias, M. Pierce.

At twenty-seven, Hannah Catalano is a train wreck. Her boyfriend is a deadbeat and her job is abysmal.

Matt and Hannah meet online as writing partners. Their relationship is safe, anonymous, and innocent…

Until Matt sees a picture of Hannah. Hannah’s picture sparks an attraction Matt is powerless to ignore. When circumstance brings Matt and Hannah together, the strangers begin a love story that’s passionate, poignant, unforgettable, and unstoppable.

Series: The Night Owl Trilogy #1
Release Date: July 1, 2014
Publisher: St. Martins Griffin
Source: Truly Schmexy Promotions
Reviewer: Shannon
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Reviewer’s Thoughts

I’m going to admit, up front, that this book had me flip flopping between loving it and wanting to toss my Kindle.  But here’s why, in the end, I ended up really liking the story.  Matt may have repulsed me, repeatedly, with his insistence on calling Hannah a slut (I’m thinking he meant it as a sort of term of endearment, but that just rubbed me the wrong way) but as more of the “broken” Matt came out, the more I liked him and in the end fell for him.

Matt was a hot mess.  He hid it well, only showing slight quirks you could pass off, for most of the story.  We probably saw them in his work relationship rules with Hannah or how fiercely he protected his identity, but we (and Hannah) were willing to overlook those when he was being dirty and dominate in bed.  And when he was being dirty and dominate, I often times found it hard to like Matt.  But then Matt’s world implodes and his true self emerges.  A Matt who hugs stuffed manatees and make you want to hug him.  It was hard to reconcile the two, but I found myself liking the broken Matt because he wasn’t so course and was more loving towards Hannah.

Hannah was a woman who knew how to push limits.  She constantly pushed Matt.  Broke his rules.  But she knew what she wanted and she went after it.  And when what she wanted hurt her, she stood her ground.  But she’s incredibly loyal and when Matt needed her, she went to him.  I give her a lot of credit, because Matt had hurt her terribly and she still went to him and helped him try to put his life back together.

To me, this was one of those books that could have gone either way, but Broken Matt saved the story for me. His hugging his stuffed manatee and trying hard to hold onto his sanity drew me in and wouldn’t let go.  And it’s Broken Matt who will have me eagerly awaiting the next book in the trilogy.

We drove through the prairie for two hours, talking and listening to music and sometimes sitting in silence. We spoke about nothing important. It was nice not to have to dodge questions. 

Every half hour, I asked if Hannah was tired. No, she insisted, no way, and she smiled at me in a way that made me ache.

            We stopped by a walking trail that ran out through the scruffy grass.

            “Let’s go,” Hannah said. “The stars will be crazy.”

            I got a blanket from the trunk of my car and we walked down the trail, Hannah’s eyes on the sky, my eyes on Hannah. She was beautiful.

            After a while, she reached for my hand. 

            I found a soft spot off the trail—no easy task in the Colorado prairie—and spread out the blanket. Hannah sprawled across it. She grinned up at me.

            “Hog,” I chuckled.

            “There’s space,” she said, “on top of me.”

            While I gazed down at her, Hannah wriggled out of her shorts and thong and tugged her cami up enough to bare her breasts to the night air. I was drunk looking at her. She parted her legs and held my gaze.

            “Beautiful man. I wish you could see yourself. You look lost.”

            “I feel lost,” I whispered.

            Our pace was more sedate the second time. Hannah grasped my hair and guided my face to her breasts. I kissed them, sucked them, licked and bit them. She moaned as I fingered her. When I nuzzled my mouth into her pussy, she began to whimper.

            “Touch your breasts,” I ordered softly. I glanced up her body to see her hands move obediently to her breasts. I licked my lips. She smelled musky. She tasted fiery and sweet. I went back to work as Hannah kneaded her breasts and issued wild, indecent noises into the night. 

            Soon I was too hard to think. I fumbled with my jeans and freed my cock. As I crouched over Hannah’s sex, three fingers inside of her and my lips, tongue, and teeth toying with her clit, I pumped my shaft. 

            She came moments before I did. She was still rigid with ecstasy when I climbed over her and milked my cum onto her sex.

            “Perfect,” I whispered. 

M. Pierce is the bestselling author of Night Owl, book one in the erotic Night Owl Trilogy. The author lives in Colorado and owns a rabbit named Laurence. 

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