Title: Night Owl (Book #1, Night Owl Trilogy)
Author: M. Pierce
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Paperback Release Date: July 1, 2014
“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.
This book seemed to come out of nowhere and then suddenly it was everywhere and for a very good reason. Night Owl is dark, sensual, brooding, erotic and dramatic. It takes sexiness to a whole new level. There are some scenes that will have you biting your lip and clenching your thighs. One scene in particular (if you’ve read the book then you’ll know what I mean) is so hot that it will put you into a sexual frenzy. When Matt and Hannah first meet online as writing partners there is almost an innocence to their relationship until Matt sees a picture of Hannah and then stars explode and sparks fly everywhere. Matt is the walking, talking embodiment of sensuality and Hannah is his perfect partner. But there is a darker hidden side to Matt that could threaten to change the entire course of their relationship. Night Owl is addictive and naughty, which makes it a very fast read. The plot really stands up and leaves you wanting more. Fans of edgier, darker reads will love this book. My advice: if you haven’t read this yet then one click now!
5 out of 5 stars
M. really wanted to go all out for the blog tour since it’s been a long time coming – we have 20 awesome prizes!
– 3 signed SMP Night Owl paperbacks
– 1 signed original/indie Night Owl Paperback
– 4 sets of signed bookmarks
– 3 Night Owl Ebooks
– 2 Last Light Ebooks (delivered on release day)
– Oh Whimsical Me Night Owl bracelet (with original cover)
– Oh Whimsical Me Night Owl bracelet (with new ebook cover)
– Night Owl Inspired Necklace
– Night Owl bottle cap magnets (set of 4)
– Night Owl Trilogy Bookmarks & Night Owl paperback cover magnet
– Night Owl Trilogy ribbon bookmarks (set of 3)
About the Author:
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.
Panic set in as I listened to the ring.
I’m about to talk to Matt.
I’m about to hear his voice.
I don’t even know this guy.
What the hell am I doing?
He could be a psycho stalker.
We shouldn’t cross this line.
I can hang up.
I can hang up now.
Yeah, I’m going to h—
I swallowed and slid down the bathroom wall.
“Hannah, is that you?”
Matt’s cool, clear voice swirled in my ear. It was distantly accented—New Jersey, maybe New York—and a little husky.
He sounded sleepy.
He sounded sexy as hell.
I had the overwhelming urge to ask him to keep saying my name. Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. Help me come. Warmth bloomed between my legs.
“Okay then.” He laughed softly. I felt my reason melting at the sound. “We’ll play the one-sided conversation game. I’m Matt, it’s nice to—” Again, he broke into quiet laughter. His voice was rich with amusement, but not warm. He sounded contemptuous. He sounded ready to laugh at anything, simply for the pleasure of laughing with his silky voice.
I couldn’t help but picture the devilish eyes that must have accompanied that voice.
Green eyes, I decided. Dark green, secretive and deep like a forest.
“I was going to say it’s nice to meet you,” he went on, “but I guess we’ve technically met online. Now we’re meeting on the phone. Maybe…” He trailed off. I heard some shuffling. “God, if this is you trolling me Nate, I swear I’m going to break your fucking—”
“Hey! Sorry, I—” I scooted over to the bathroom door, opened and closed it, then sat back against the wall. Brilliant. Sorry, I was soaking my underwear while I listened creepily to your voice. “—sorry, yeah. I had to go in the bathroom. My sister is asleep.”
Matt was silent for a moment.
“Is that why you’re whispering?” he said.
“Yeah. She’s really tired. We’re at a motel, we just stopped. Pretty sure the wall between this bathroom and her bed is a piece of plywood, so.”
“Well… damn. I wanted to hear your voice. I mean, your regular volume voice.” He chuckled. “Do you think you could risk a few words? I’ll deal with your sister if she wakes up.”
I smirked, imagining a conversation between my hotheaded sis and this glib personality.
“I think that would be a bad idea. But, um. Sure. What should I say?”
“With your normal voice? How about, the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.”
“Okay.” I cleared my throat. I was suddenly painfully self-conscious about my voice. “Um. Okay. The… the quick brown fox—”
Laughter exploded on the line. It was loud and sharp, nearly cruel.
“Oh… my god Hannah.” I heard a clatter, then some scuffling. “Oh fuck. You were really saying it. The quick… brown fox… oh god.” Matt dissolved into laughter again.
I glared at my knees.
“What’s so fucking funny?” I whispered.
“Hannah. Hannah, I’m sorry.”
I heard him take a few calming breaths.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m sorry. Ignore me, seriously. I have a weird sense of humor. That… that struck me funny. You have a lovely voice. Go figure.”
Go figure? What did he mean by that?
“Look, is there a reason you wanted me to call, or were you just looking for some late night entertainment?”
“Pretty sure this classifies as early morning entertainment, Hannah.”
“Okay. Well whatever. Look, I’m not sure why I—”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
His words stopped me cold.
His words, and something in his voice. Honesty.
“What we did,” he continued. “Or what you did to me…”
My throat went dry. What I did to him. It should have grossed me out, the thought of a stranger beating off to a few details about my body, but it didn’t. It intrigued me. The heat between my legs pulsed.
“You know what I’m talking about,” he insisted. An edge came into his voice at the slightest provocation.
“Y-yeah,” I managed. “Yeah.”
“You enjoyed it.”
“You said you wished I were pounding into you.”
I couldn’t believe this smooth-talking stranger was dictating to me how I felt.
I couldn’t believe I was blindly agreeing.
And I couldn’t believe my considerable vocabulary had suddenly been reduced to “yeah.”
“Hannah, you made me come so hard. And I did it again, thinking about you. Let me return the favor.”
His words hung in the silence between us.
Return the favor. Help me come.
“Yes,” I whispered.
July Flame — Laura Veirs
Blue Caravan — Vienna Teng
Body Electric — Lana Del Rey
The Ghost On the Shore — Lord Huron
A Message — Coldplay
A Love Song — Amanda Blank
Blinding — Florence + The Machine Dog
Days Are Over — Florence + The Machine
In the Sun — Joseph Arthur
Not Dark Yet — Bob Dylan
Ride — Lana Del Rey
The First Days of Spring — Noah & The Whale
Flowers in Your Hair — The Lumineers
Oh Take Me Back — M. Ward
10 Mile Stereo — Beach House
Blood — The Middle East
Man in the Long Black Coat — Joan Osborne
Damnit Anna — The Morning Benders
Jigsaw Falling Into Place — Radiohead
Billie Holiday — Warpaint
Civilian — Wye Oak
Love Is Blindness — Jack White
Only Now — JBM
Born to Die — Lana Del Rey
Gods & Monsters — Lana Del Rey
Burning Desire — Lana Del Rey
Blue Jeans — Lana Del Rey
When I Grow Up — First Aid Kit
[Notes: July Flame — Chapter 16, M & H on The Fourth. Blue Caravan — Ten Thousand Nights. The First Days of Spring, Oh Take Me Back, & When I Grow Up — Matt in Geneva. Only Now — Chapter 19, M. Pierce’s Identity Unveiled. Beach House, The Lumineers, & Warpaint — songs M & H listen to in the car. Love Is Blindness — Chapter 21, trying to get Hannah back. Civilian — Hannah going to NY. The Ghost On The Shore, Not Dark Yet — Hannah’s hollow life, Chapter 22. Jigsaw Falling Into Place — Dancing at Lot 49, Chapter 6. Gods & Monsters, Blue Jeans, Ride, Born to Die — M & H getting it on. (Unspecified songs contributed to or relate to themes and atmosphere throughout the book.)]
Last Light (Book #2)
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18744040-last-light
After Dark (Book #3)
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20944389-after-dark