"No pictures. No specifics, no last name, no phone number. Nothing. I don't want to know you, and I don't want you to know me."
Night Owl is one of the most unique, hot, and just plain awesome books I've ever read. The first time I read in January I absolutely loved it. The second time? I adored it! I loved the story, the characters, and the writing.
Matt and Hannah met on a writer's forum and were looking for writing partners. They began writing a fantasy story and emailed each other what they wrote. But then, one day, their relationship starts to slowly change. Little bits and pieces of Hannah's identity start to reveal themselves and Matt is not a happy camper.
"I was infatuated with a guy I knew nothing about."
Matt is one of those characters that you will never forget and hope to one day meet. He's not everyone's cup of tea, though. Plain and simple, he's an asshole; a complete douchebag. But that's what's so great about him. His type of assholeness wasn't one that turned me off and hated, it was actually what made me fall in love with him! He even made me crack up a few times with the things that came flying out of his mouth! As I look through the notes I took while reading, there's so much I want to say about Matt but can't because it might spoil the story for some. He has secrets. Secrets that if they come out, Hannah will be definitely hurt. At times, I wanted to hate him, but I didn't.
"She turned from my silver-tongued sparring partner into my docile minx."
I also loved Hannah. She was strong, feisty, and embraces the fact that she's falling for a stranger. She didn't back down when Matt was an asshole to her and definitely put him in his place once or twice. The chemistry between her and Matt was explosive from the very first page. Every message, call, and Skype turned the hear up a notch page by page. You just knew them meeting was going to happen sooner than expected. Their situation was one that should have felt wrong, but didn't.
Night Owl is definitely one of the favorite books I have the pleasure of reading. It had great, unique characters with a very original plot. I loved everything about it. I laughed, I cried. At times I found myself on the edge my seat, excited and sometimes scared of what was going to happen next. And the sex scenes? One word: HOT!!!!!! Matt's dirty mouth is one that I won't ever for get *wink*.
I'm anxiously waiting for book two to be released! If you are looking for a HOT, sexy, unique, and well-writing book, do NOT hesitate to buy Night Owl. Trust me, you won't regret it.
"I never want to," I said.
“There’s no such thing as loneliness. There is only the idea of loneliness.”
So basically I’m starting this review with bad grammar, and I could honestly care less. This book makes me want to curse just for the sake of cursing. This book makes me want to edit my own review before it’s even done. This book moved me so much that I can’t even bring myself to write a proper review! BUT I’m gonna try my best. Reading about my Night Owl and my Little Bird has completely changed the way I read books. This story was endeavored in such a unique and slightly manipulative fashion, enough to make me think not only twice, but maybe three times. And then did a full ricochet back to WHATEVER! Is there a clear path when reading this book? Hell NO! And that is honestly what made it so special. These characters. This man. This woman. Their triumph. Their surrender. Their Fall. Their Glory.
This book wasn’t just a story to me. I joked around a bit with my co-blogger about my star rating for this book, and I can honestly say that EVERYTHING about this book screams 5+++ stars. The writing alone took me back. Every word was smooth, or funny, or sarcastically sweet. Every variance in the characters’ notions made perfect sense; every movement through the choreography of words touched me somehow. I just REALLY loved it. I fell in love with the words of the originator and I fell deeply in love with the story of Matt and Hannah.
This book holds a very deceptive tone that is somehow revealing in its truth. Somehow the characters manage to deceive one another while simultaneously learning to trust one another. The need and want they feel far supersedes the realistic crutch that their heart holds. These two beautifully flawed people just want peace. Not only within themselves but for each other.
Matt needs to feel free, yet he has obstacles that hinder his every move. When he first meets Hannah he acts on impulse. She is his indifference… his truth. Matt is an ASSHOLE! He doesn’t know how to be socially cordial. And that only adds to his charm. He’s a sickly rude overbearing POS! And I LOVE HIM.
For the record… This book is STEAMY MOTHER FUCKING HOT! I don’t normally like to curse in my reviews but HOLY FUCK!!! Obviously I’m gonna have to edit this for Amazon, but FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!! From the very beginning it grabs you, and then you’re basically done. Do some finger push-ups or something. Like seriously. It. Is. Hot.
If infidelity in books bothers you, read this book. If sly talking arrogant assholes piss you off, read this book. If the true quality of humility and banter in characters’ makes you happy, READ THIS BOOK. Matt and Hannah communicate with each other the way wild animals do. No words need to be spoken. It’s primal and seductively shy, and perfect.
Matt is an Author, with a pen name. The Author of this book also has a pen name. Pen names are synonymous with the book world! And regardless of how I feel about this book, I’m still scratching my head at the irony behind the fact that the MC of this book and the Author of THIS BOOK are equally mysterious. I love it and hate it equally!
This is a true saga. Every single word will drag you in to a deep wistful place where you only want the best for Matt and Hannah. Yet the happiness you desire will be conditional on behalf of the words you encounter through the crazy beautiful pages of this book! I’m in some major deep love with this book, and I suggest you all enjoy a cliffhanger as much as I do. Because the Epilogue alone will make you want more and more… And more. I cannot wait. I need book # 2-- Like now.
“I watched her face as she came. No wonder they called it the little death. Her pain sounded so much like her pleasure, or her pleasure like her pain, and the ecstasy on her face could have been agony.”
“Little bird, he called me. His little bird. And somehow, it made me feel like the most precious thing in the world."
Night Owl Trilogy
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.
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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