"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 Night Owl, 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.
About the Author
M. Pierce is the pen name of a bestselling author living in Colorado.
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I lied to Hannah about the picture.
I lied to her about a lot of things.
No relationship should be built on lies, but I was in no relationship—at least not with Hannah. She was a girl I met on the Internet. Bethany was my girlfriend, who shared my apartment, my bed, and my life.
Hannah got the scraps.
“No pictures,” I told Hannah on Skype. “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. We write together online, that’s it. I’m not looking for a new friend. I’m looking for a writing partner.”
“Got it,” she replied.
I remember staring at the text on my laptop and wondering if she was hurt. It was impossible to tell, the words hanging there with no tone.
Hannah broke two of my rules within a month when she sent me an e-mail from her personal address, firstname.lastname@example.org. Beside the e-mail was her account picture. A picture of her.
I glared at the tiny square image, then at her last name, then back at the picture. I should have gotten on Skype and chewed her out then and there, but I didn’t. I clicked on the picture, which took me to her Google+ page and a larger version of the image.
She was wearing a strapless cream-colored top with a fringe of black lace along the neckline. Deep cleavage disappeared into the lace. Her skin was incredibly pale, flawless, and her hair fell in thick black-brown curls around her face. She wore dark-rimmed rectangular glasses with little gems on each side. She was blowing an air kiss at the camera. At me.
I should have closed the window immediately.
Instead, I stared at Hannah’s picture—and stared at it—until I felt my cock getting hard in my slacks. I tried to ignore it, but the longer I looked at Hannah’s picture, the harder I got. She was beautiful. And I was furious with her, for foisting her picture and last name on me.
I slid my hand between my legs and closed my eyes.
That was the second time I got off thinking about Hannah.
The first time was a week before. Bethany had just left on a tour of Brazil. I could have joined her, but I had no desire to sightsee in South America with Bethany’s parents in tow.
I found myself chatting with Hannah every day.
It was late—about 2 A.M. Hannah’s boyfriend had gone to bed. That meant Hannah was alone in their basement office. As for me, I was on my laptop in the guest bedroom of my Denver apartment.
“I sent you a few paragraphs,” I typed, “but don’t worry about replying tonight. Aren’t you tired?”
Little.Bird: Not yet. I haven’t been sleeping well.
Little.Bird was Hannah’s Skype name. Mine was Night.Owl.
Night.Owl: You could take something. I don’t know, melatonin?
Little.Bird: Never works for me.
Night.Owl: Well, damn.
We were in unknown territory with this conversation. As a rule, we dialogued about our collaborative story and nothing else.
Our story was an ongoing fantasy. We e-mailed pieces back and forth. That was how we met, and why: on a fiction writers’ forum, seeking writing partners.
Hannah’s character was a human with supernatural powers, and mine was a demon.
She was Lana. I was Cal.
Little.Bird: Sometimes I smoke a little bit of Mick’s weed to help me sleep.
Night.Owl: Is that right.
Little.Bird: Yeah. *Shrugs* Mick smokes 24/7 and drinks every day, too. I’m not like that. Anyway, it’s legal here.
My stomach clenched. Colorado had recently legalized marijuana for recreational use. So had Washington. God, did Hannah live in my state? Why did that possibility have my stomach flip-flopping?
Night.Owl: Yeah, it’s legal here, too. I’m in Colorado.
Little.Bird: Okay, Mr. Secret Agent No Specifics.
I smirked. Oh, so Hannah wasn’t going to volunteer her whereabouts. I deserved that.
Night.Owl: I’m allowed to break my own rules.
Little.Bird: Just ask.
Night.Owl: What? Ask what?
Little.Bird: Oh please, Matt. You’re waiting for me to tell you where I live.
Night.Owl: Then tell me.
I felt a funny twist in my gut. Washington, not Colorado.
Night.Owl: Ah. I’ve never been out that way.
Little.Bird: You should visit sometime. Great food, great atmosphere.
Night.Owl: Your boyfriend sounds like a real charmer.
Little.Bird: Lol. Sure. Doesn’t matter, I won’t be with him much longer. Brb.
Hannah was gone for ten minutes. Fuck, had I upset her?
Night.Owl: Wb. Are you okay?
Little.Bird: Yeah, I’m fine. I wanted to change into something more comfy.
I stared at the screen for a full minute before forcing my fingers to type what my brain was screaming. After I typed it, I stared at the words for another minute before hitting Enter.
I must have been losing my mind. Or turning into a creep. Or both.
Night.Owl: So what are you wearing?
Little.Bird: Lol! All the walls are coming down tonight …
Night.Owl: Haha. God, sorry. I have no idea why I just typed that. Ignore that. Such a creeper right now.
Little.Bird: No, it was funny, that’s all. You’re not a creeper, trust me. I’m a girl who used to play online games. I know what creepers are.
Night.Owl: Well, whatever.
I felt my face heating. Hannah and I were having our first actual conversation, and I asked what she was wearing.
I, a successful and very taken twenty-eight-year-old man, had become the equivalent of a horny fourteen-year-old. Real smooth.
Little.Bird: Matt, I said trust me. You. Are. Not. A. Creeper. You’re like the anti-creeper. That’s why I laughed. It’s like suddenly Mr. I’m Not Looking For Friends So Don’t Piss Me Off With Details About Your Life wants to know what I’m wearing. Do you still want to know?
My blush of embarrassment was rapidly turning into a flush of anger.
Night.Owl: Yes, I still fucking want to know. That’s why I asked, so either tell me or drop it. I don’t need you to make me feel like a dipshit for asking.
Little.Bird: Okay! I’m sorry. Don’t get angry. I’m wearing a blue bathrobe.
Night.Owl: A bathrobe…?
Little.Bird: Yes. It’s a soft fuzzy blue bathrobe. Hits me about midthigh.
Night.Owl: Is that all?
I felt a throb between my legs. At the time, I had no idea what Hannah looked like, but that fact didn’t seem to matter to my dick. I slid the laptop off my thighs and onto the mattress. I pressed a hand to my sex. And I waited. Where was this going?
Little.Bird: Do I … get to ask what you’re wearing?
Night.Owl: Lounge pants.
Little.Bird: Is that all?
Little.Bird: Yummy …
Night.Owl: Hannah. You should let your robe hang open.
Little.Bird: All right.
My mouth gaped. My erection pushed against my palm. All right? She took my order so calmly and without hesitation. Was she really doing it?
I conjured up an image of a young woman seated at a computer desk, her small robe hanging open and her full breasts bared to the screen. I shoved my pants around my hips and freed my shaft. My whole body was tingling.
I needed to tell Hannah to stop and that I wasn’t single and that we were going to ruin our pleasant anonymous online friendship.
Night.Owl: Describe your body. Spread your legs. God, my heart is pounding.
Little.Bird: Mine too. I spread them. Telling you this stuff is making me wet.
Night.Owl: God, Hannah.
I began to pump my cock with one hand, pausing to swirl my thumb over the head. I could feel the lean muscles along my thighs and arms locking up—tensing in excitement or else willing me to stop. I needed to stop.
Little.Bird: My breasts are … big. 34DD. They sit high on my chest for natural breasts. My nipples are dark pink. They’re really sensitive. I’m curvy. Hourglass figure I guess.
I was ready to come. Already. I let myself moan into the silence of the apartment and rocked my hips into my hand. Oh God oh God oh God. I groped at the laptop keyboard.
Night.Owl: Help me come.
Little.Bird: I shave my legs all the way up. And I’m … really tight. And wet. So wet. I’m making a mess.
Night.Owl: God, you’re a slut Hannah.
Little.Bird: I am. My legs are spread so wide it hurts. I wish you were pounding into me right now.
My orgasm took me by surprise, the pleasure unfurling all at once. I gasped and sat up sharply. I came into my hand with a groan.
I’m making a mess.
I wish you were pounding into me right now.
I collapsed against the pillows. My chest was heaving. A rivulet of sweat trickled from my dirty-blond hair to my jaw.
What just happened? I stared at the laptop and waited. I couldn’t log off; I had to say something. Thanks? Sorry?
Night.Owl: I should go.
Little.Bird: Wait. That was all right, Matt. If you’re going because you feel awkward, don’t. We don’t have to talk about it.
Finding the words “I should go” had been difficult enough. I had nothing else to say. I needed to think, or not think. I most definitely needed to get away from Hannah.
Little.Bird: Listen. I don’t normally do this. I don’t want you to think I’m like that.
Night.Owl: No. Neither do I.
Before Hannah could type a reply, I closed Skype and shut my laptop.
I didn’t log back on for a week.
And what a week it was. Thoughts of Hannah invaded my mind. I woke up thinking about her, often hard, and I went to sleep thinking about her. I thought about her in the shower. I thought about her when I tried to work, my latest project open on the computer screen and my head locked in a daydream.
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah.
Over and over I turned the few details she had given me. Large breasts, a curvy figure, a tight cunt.
A friend took me out to lunch on the weekend.
“What do you know about Seattle?” I asked, striving to sound nonchalant.
“I’m putting it in a story. Figured I’d ask. I’ve never been, no idea about the place.”
“Well, I’ve been to the Pacific Northwest a few times.” My friend chewed and watched me thoughtfully. I stared at my plate. I had hardly touched my meal, but under his careful gaze I shoved a forkful of risotto into my mouth.
“Tons of hipsters,” he said. “All that unflattering facial hair. And I’ll tell you what, it’s depressing as fuck, the weather out there. It’s gray. I mean if you like that kind of thing, it’s great. But it’s wet, Matt, it’s basically wet all the time.”
I slammed down my fork. I nearly choked.
Wet. So wet. I’m making a mess.
Hannah e-mailed a story installment after two days. Usually she replied within hours. Maybe she was having second thoughts about me.
Hell, I’d be having second thoughts about me.
Her writing was perfectly normal, though.
Our characters were traveling to a port city in search of information to help Lana harness her powers. I could feel my character falling for Lana as we wrote. I tried to steer him away from it, but Hannah wrote the girl in such a clever, engaging way. She was quirky and strong, a lover of laughter, by turns tomboyish and then disarmingly feminine.
I began to make connections.
She described Lana as buxom, short, and curvy. An hourglass figure. Was Hannah playing a thinly veiled version of herself? And for that matter, was I? Like me, Cal was tall and fair-haired, cynical in the extreme, and neurotically secretive.
I booted up my laptop a week after the bathrobe incident with the intention of continuing our story. Or maybe with the intention of logging on to Skype to chat with Hannah. I missed her.
That’s when I saw the e-mail from email@example.com.
The e-mail with her picture.
The picture that made me hard.
Subject: Come back …
Sender: Hannah Catalano
Date: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Time: 11:15 PM
Matt, hey. I really hope you read this. You haven’t replied to my post. I miss the story. And I miss talking to you.
I can’t stop thinking about what happened.
I met Mick through WoW (I’m a reformed nerd) and we cybered like twice over private messages. He’s a really bad writer. It was really bad. Then we started dating long distance and I used to do things with him over video chat. That’s all.
I don’t know why I’m telling you this stuff, except that I want you to know that what happened between us isn’t normal for me. I liked it, though. Knowing you were getting off turned me on.
Speaking of Mick, I’m leaving him. My sister is flying out here on Thursday to help me pack and we’re driving back together. I’m moving in with my parents for a while. Pretty awesome, since I’m 27.
I guess the point is, we’ll be on the road for two or three days and I’ll only be online on my phone.
After jerking off to Hannah’s picture like a desperate juvenile, I must have reread her e-mail three times. I mentally filed the new information.
Hannah has a sister.
Hannah is twenty-seven.
Hannah is leaving her boyfriend.
Hannah liked helping me get off; she can’t stop thinking about it, and it turned her on.
And now she had a face and a name, both of which I expressly asked never to know.
So she was Italian. That explained the knockout figure and the dark, heavy hair.
I logged on to Skype.
Little.Bird: Hey! That was quick, lol. I sent you an e-mail like fifteen minutes ago.
Night.Owl: Don’t I know it.
Little.Bird: Haha …
Night.Owl: Let’s get one thing straight, Hannah. I’m not sure what you think it means that you helped me get off with your rudimentary descriptive skills, so let me clarify. It means nothing. It definitely does not mean you can now assault me with your life story.
Little.Bird: Wow. Wow …
Night.Owl: Use your words.
Little.Bird: You … are such an asshole right now.
Night.Owl: You say this like it’s news.
Little.Bird: It’s news to me. God, I’m SO SORRY that I decided to tell you I’d be gone for a few days. We WERE telling a story together basically every day, but since you haven’t replied to my last post, I guess that’s off.
Night.Owl: It’s not off. Don’t get all hyperbolic on me, Hannah. However, let’s pause and consider the distance between 1) telling me you’re going to be MIA for a few days and 2) forcing your name AND picture on me.
Night.Owl: Yes, shocking but true. Our minor indiscretion does not suddenly negate my wish to preserve mutual privacy. No full names, no pictures, etc.
Little.Bird: Wtf. I didn’t send you my picture. Or tell you my name.
Night.Owl: Okay firstname.lastname@example.org.
I rolled my eyes and sat back in my chair. Maybe I had been a little harsher than necessary, but I got my point across. I was angry. I was angry with Hannah for plaguing my thoughts, and angrier that she was gorgeous and forced me to know it.
Somehow, my life would be easier if I could imagine Hannah as a fat pimply stranger on the Internet, or even a faceless stranger on the Internet. Anything but that dark-haired beauty blowing a kiss at me with her pink, pouty lips.
Five minutes passed and Hannah said nothing.
I fiddled with the desk calendar.
Night.Owl: Do you have anything to add to that stirring articulation?
I opened my e-mail, then opened Hannah’s e-mail. Her account picture had changed. Gone was the tiny portrait of Hannah Catalano, replaced by a purplish swirl of galaxy and stars.
Panic chilled me.
It was gone. Her picture was gone.
I clicked on the galaxy and it took me to a larger picture … of the galaxy.
I already couldn’t remember the details of Hannah’s face.
Night.Owl: What the fuck. You just changed your account picture? You do realize I have already seen it …
Little.Bird: Matt, I am so, so sorry. I know you’re never going to believe me, but this is the truth. I e-mailed you from my main account by accident. I am so embarrassed right now, I want to die. I would never infringe on your boundaries like that. God, everything’s been so insane in my life lately. I was worried I’d scared you off. I sat down to write you an e-mail, and bang.
Night.Owl: Oh …
Little.Bird: Yeah, I … I’m so mortified. I’m so sorry …
Night.Owl: I … really thought you did it on purpose. Obviously. Wow.
Little.Bird: No, I would never. I swear. I love writing with you. I respect your privacy. Or I try to …
I frowned and considered the words on my screen. It was an accident. And thanks to my overblown reaction to that accident, I had lost access to my only image of Hannah, the girl who was steadily setting my mind on fire.
I ran a quick Google image search on Hannah Catalano.
Night.Owl: Do you even want to know what I thought?
Little.Bird: What you thought?
Night.Owl: Of how you look.
Little.Bird: Oh. Um. It doesn’t matter.
Night.Owl: Doesn’t matter?
Little.Bird: Yeah. It’s … no big deal. I’m just so embarrassed.
Night.Owl: Well, in that case, you’ll be pleased to know I barely looked at it. It was a tiny picture and as soon as I realized what it was, I closed the window.
Little.Bird: Oh … okay …
Night.Owl: Yeah. And thanks for changing it so promptly. I appreciate that.
Little.Bird: Sure. So … I should … probably get back to packing.
Night.Owl: Mm. Good luck with that. I’ll reply to your post soon.
Little.Bird: Sweet. I’ll reply when I can.
Night.Owl: Don’t worry about it. I know you’ve got a lot going on, and you’ll be tired after the move. What state are your folks in?
Little.Bird: Oh … didn’t I tell you? Haha. Gosh. Super awkward night.
Little.Bird: Nothing. They still live in the house I grew up in. In Colorado …
Copyright © 2013 by M. Pierce
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Five stars for this sexy read! I decided to read Night Owl last November after being recommended the book via Goodreads. The synopsis caught my attention immediately–an online relationship between two strangers grows into something substantial. It’s happened to a lot of us. In most cases, it’s not a romantic connection. So a story about two people, one unassuming and one incredibly famous but aloof will meet and fall in love is too hard to pass up! Night Owl challenged my perceptions of a likeable hero. Matt Sky defies many of the typical heroic characteristics I read in romance novels. M. Pierce is pretty upfront about all his flaws. Matt is arrogant, needy, blunt, brutally honest, emotionally stunted, and a cheater. Despite his weaknesses, I still found him likable. Matt’s eccentric personality grows on you. Hannah Catalano life is a mess. She makes the rookie mistake of following a deadbeat boyfriend to Washington. And then she strikes up an anonymous writing relationship with a guy. I’m beginning to think Hannah has some questionable decision making skills. But, I relate with her character. Who doesn’t make stupid mistakes in their 20s, right? M. Pierce creates real characters that are engaging and identifiable. You can’t help but like them. The writing in Night Owl is stellar. It’s fast paced, funny, thought provoking, and extremely erotic. The online conversations between Matt and Hannah lay a great foundation of their personalities and relationship. You get the bristly, straight-forward side of Matthew. Hannah proves to be playful and teasing. I felt as if I were spying on a real life conversation. As Matt and Hannah’s relationship progresses, things heat up with the writing. M. Pierce doesn’t spare the details in the sex scenes. It’s highly erotic and sometimes just plain filthy. I loved every single word of it! I absolutely adore Night Owl. From the smart writing, the richly deep characters, to the various pop culture references (any author that mentions a Radiohead song will have my undying love forever), Night Owl has it all. M. Pierce is a writer that will definitely be in my collection of favorite authors. I cannot wait for Last Light and After Dark, the second and third book in this series. I give Night Owl 5 out of 5 stars! Written by Dee McGee - Booze, Bookz, and Bad Boyz
5++++ "Mm." "little bird" "Mr. Frostypants" Kisses So...the synopsis hooked me. This is a pretty original concept, at least as far as I was concerned and it definitely piqued my interest. When it comes to reading erotica...I have one expectation - insanely hot sex...everything else just makes me a happier camper. Well, this book achieved that...and then some. I never knew what to expect with the story line or characters and up to the epilogue, I loved every direction it took me. Matthew Robert Skye Jr....M. Pierce...Mr. Frostypants...Matt Matt Matt...what am I going to do with you. He's like the `anti hero'. He's snarky and brooding and not in the normal sexy way I usually love...in a different sexy way that I still love equally as much. He's surly and sour, he's secretive and just...an enigma...but that's what made me like him more. What else did I like about Matt...I like that he made list's...I liked that he had an unconventional pet (I'll get to that in a little bit)...I liked the necklace that he got Hannah *sigh*...and I even liked his personality, as strange as that may sound. He's so interesting and different from the normal BBF's. It was an interesting dilemma because I never disliked Matt completely but he doesn't make it easy to just fall in love with him....until you see him completely with Hannah. Then all bets are off. Plus it helps that he's hot...don't judge me, I am a little superficial. `I had never felt such longing in my life. My whole body responded to the idea of Hannah near me.' Hannah Catalano...little bird...oh, I straight up loved Hannah from the get go. She's so likeable, genuine, real...funny, authentic...I just liked her! I liked her relationship with Matt...her tenacity, her attitude...the way she approached things...especially where Matt was concerned. She knew delving into a relationship with him wasn't going to be easy...but I know she wasn't expecting what happened. I'll give her this much, the girl has got some balls...she's not a push over and she's not weak...she is slightly different when it comes to Matt and his charms but...come on now, that can be forgiven. What girl isn't a little googly-eyed and out of character when it comes to the man who can knock us on our @%$. `Was I asking for trouble? Tonight, trouble was a beautiful body standing next to a beautiful car right outside my house, waiting for me. I didn't feel a single twinge of fear. I felt raw elation.' So Matt and Hannah do not have the typical meeting. By far. And I liked that! It's not out of the realm of possibility...while some of it may have been a bit...kinky, it worked for me. You cannot really call what develops with Matt and Hannah `insta-love' because they have interacted for months - granted on a purely professional, strictly business level - but...they are not strangers by far. That being said, things do progress rather quickly once that line has been crossed...and there is no turning back. Another thing I loved. :-) I guess that is another thing I loved about Matt, once he figured out his feelings, he was sold...there may have been `extenuating circumstances' that made things more difficult, but the way he felt about Hannah was concrete. `"Beautiful man. I wish you could see yourself. You look lost." "I feel lost," I whispered.' Hannah and Matt are hooooot! Scorching...sizzling...blazing...ten alarm fire...that kind of HOT - am I painting a clear picture? Like all out smoking, it is hands down some of the best sex I have ever read. I say this with no shame...I was panting during some of the scenes. Matt is dominant and demanding and all kinds of yumminess. Now, don't get me wrong - the sex is not the only thing about them that this dirty book whore loved. Watching Matts personality open up more and change now that he is experiencing Hannah first hand...he morphed into this super insanely loveable Matt - the core essence of him was still there, still surely and sour, but he was loving, sweet and receptive to Hannah. He treated her with such care and yet still managed to f^#% her on a desk and out in the wilderness...sounds pretty perfect right? Yup...it was. `...I was wrapped around her finger. She gazed over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes and whispered my name. Why did I think I had any power over Hannah? I was hers.' Alright, well there is more to this story than meets the eye...I don't do spoilers...but like I said I didn't see most of what was coming. You know what else I didn't see coming...Lawrence. Matts pet rabbit. Yeah...pretty much the one of the most awesome things I have ever read in a book. And once again...it makes me love Matt more. Just sayin. I also loved Chrissy, Hannah's sister - because she made me laugh. I love Nate, Matts brother, because he's the best big bro in the world. I loved the plot because it was very unpredictable and I never knew what was going to happen and while, yes it is an erotica, there was a significant amount of angst IMO. `"My body...craves your body." Matt bounced me again and we moaned together. "It f-feels the distance...when we're apart. Hannah, I can't be apart from you." "You never have to be," I said.' Another thing I loved...the writing. It's crisp and clean while being descriptive and precise. It's a very unique style and it just flowed throughout the entire book for me. The dialogue is fantastic, Matt and Hannah's inner thoughts are perfection and there is so much sarcasm and whit weaved into the book, I couldn't get enough. Also, M. Pierce is a very intellectual writer - there are words in this book that I have never seen used in a romance. That's awesome! We switch back and forth, alternating chapters from Hannah and Matts POV's and both were written extremely well. Once you realize the pattern it's relatively easy to keep up with and I enjoyed having both of their POV's - there was never any backtracking or redundancy, the characters might address their feelings in regards to something that previously happened but we never had to go thru the event all over again from their POV. `The hollowness inside of me didn't shrink. It expanded until it seemed to press at the limits of my being. I became less than a shell of myself. I was a fine limning - a suggestion of Hannah Catalano. One day, I thought, I wouldn't even be that. I understood how people fall apart. I understood how dangerous it is to let someone become your whole life, and how powerless we are to prevent it. Never deny me, Matt once said. As if I had a choice.' Okay so now I must address the ending. The last chapter is fabulous. Perfection. Great ending for Hannah and Matt, even though it's not as conclusive and concrete as I usually like. But...then there is the epilogue. If you don't like cliffs - do not read the epilogue, problem solved! With the way Night Owl ends, it could have been a standalone...but it's not a standalone. It's the first book in a trilogy...so of course there needs to be a reason for you to read the next book...the epilogue is that reason. I have so many questions and I am not a very happy girl about the cliff - and an epilogue of two pages did that to me! The 'great and horrible' epilogue aside...I really loved this book. Everything about it worked for me and I couldn't get enough. And even though the epilogue cliff'd me, I can't wait for the next book...so it worked! If Night Owl is any indication of what is to be expected for the rest of the series, count me in. This book is astoundingly well written, practically flawless in my opinion and if you're a lover of contemporary romance, erotica and indie books, this is by far one of the best choices out there.
Night Owl, to me, is a classic love story set in today's world. It's fast paced, yet, well thought out. I fell in love with the story. I fell in love with the characters. Night Owl, to me, is a classic love story set in today's world. It's fast paced, yet, well thought out. I fell in love with the story. I fell in love with the characters. There's really nothing I could say to express what this book means to me. <3
Spellbinding, uniquely sensual, exceptional on its own! Those are the first words that come to mind in describing the first installment of this trilogy. I am trying to come up with a way to review this book and all can come up with is that it is a unique piece of literature in an erotically romantic genre. It is exceptionally written to appeal to a new adult reader with lyrical prose that will paint unforgettable pictures in you mind. The mysterious M. Pierce is the author of this trilogy, while telling the story of M. Pierce aka Matthew Sky and Hannah Catalano, an internet acquaintance who is co-writing a dystopian story with him online. This no-relationship-no-names-no-pictures co-authoring begins to develop with a life of its own and the rest is an erotic story of two souls who were meant to meet and love each other. The author has given us a plausible plot line, tightly written, with a psychological complexity and deeply emotional soul. All I have left to say is I wish I had more than 5 stars to rate this imaginative and moving story!
Complex, dark, broken, beautiful man! Must read! Unable to put this book down. Read in one evening~early morning as it was that breath taking of a story. Brilliant author!
This was one of those book that I bought when it first came out because everyone kept badgering me into it. I loathe popular books. I have this nasty habit of reading them like three years after they were popular. 90% of the time I'm like "Whats the big deal." Well, I think I am totally late to this train but I totally see the big deal. I went into this book with zero expectations. I had no clue what it was about. I was like eh, I guess, people are gushing I'm do it. Well, I'm gonna be honest, I couldn't put this dang books down. Every single characters sucks you in and I felt like I was a nosy neighbor looking through the front window at all their drama. And boy oh boy was their drama. Now, I relate to this story on many levels. For one the author used--an author--with his name, to propel the angst and the plot. He wrote a writer so well. Because we are strange, we are creepy, and we are very introverted. The dude has a pet bunny he takes on walks with a leash. I walk my kitten around the backyard on a leash. Yep, I got it. What really engaged me to the story is the two main characters met in a 'writers roleplay/chat room' That is how I met my husband LOL! I was thinking the whole time "Damn he got to it before me!" The story had an element of BDSM that was woven so fine that I felt a level of respect for the author. You can tell he actually did research. He didn't just watch some youtube videos and call it good. You can tell. You hear that authors of wannabe BDSM, people in the lifestyle can tell when you wing it! And we DON'T like it! But I digress. As a whole the story was brilliant. I can't really say any more without giving away the meat, and the meat is very important to this wicked tale of lust, love, and forbidden desires. If you haven't grabbed a copy of this I highly recommend that you do!
I absolutely love this book! I have read a lot of books, but this has got to be one of my all time favorites! Ever!
This book has layers of complexity and the writing is exquisite.
This. Book. Had. Me. Squirming. In. The. Subway. --- like literally!!! Rush hour on a subway NYC is super packed...and of course every time I was plastered between other humans; I was reading steamy pages!!!! I got red in the face a few times. Worth it...but man!!!! I was feeling violated!!! LOL!! "There is no such thing as loneliness. There is only the idea of loneliness." If you want a book that has an awesome story line that will make you laugh & cry & squirm. Night Owl is for you! If this book does not turn you on then there is something wrong with your lady bits!!! I was addicted to Night Owl...from first page to last page. The pages just kept turning, my heart kept beating faster & my head kept spinning. The sex was great BUT so was the plot. The story grabbed my attention & I loved every minute of it. I was grinning like a fool. But hold your horses...there is more to this story than just sex. Things get real & emotional. My palms were sweating; I was becoming a nut trying to get to the end. Holding my breath...wishing & hoping for a happy ending. Both, Matt & Hannah proved to be strong characters. Matt has been dealing with a lot. The things he went through. The agony. The pain. I felt for him. I cried with him.. Hannah...little bird...she proved to be a strong bird!! I found her very courages. Everyone deserves a second chance. Matt...I was swooning for Matt non stop!! I don't care what he said, how he said it; if it came out ugly...he got the job done...he turned a lot of women on! I really liked the meeting online plot. The dialogue was great. The phone calls were fun. The outings were awesome. I kept wanting more. I need more. Please?
I love love loved this book!! I loved the chemistry between Hannah and Matt. Definitely a page turner.
I liked it alot. Read in one sitting, couldn't put it down. It was not what I was expecting, but I still enjoyed the story. FYI, lots of hot and naughty sex. Looking forward to the next book.
A roller coaster ride! Not what I was expecting, but in a good way! Kinda a darker read! Wasn't sure how to rate it, but do like it and am looking forwarf to the second book! Hope the next one will bw five stars! This as a quick read, but a real page turner!
I really enjoyed the Night Owl Trilogy. The two main characters are complete, well formed and believable. I enjoyed learning about them and their story. The love scenes were steamy and well written. Each character's POV was enjoyable and realistic in my opinion. If you are looking for a good read in Romance/Erotica, read this series.
The first two books were awesome. The last book in the trilogy was a little slower but overall the trilogy was great!
I can sit here and write millions upon millions of words to describe and review this book. All those words will not even begin to describe it. Buy the book read it with an open mind and within the first page it will have you hooked. You will not regret the purchase. IT'S A MUST READ !!!!!!
Don't you just hate it when your To-Be-Read (TBR) list is so freaking long that you lose track of all those great books that you should have read as soon as they were released but never got around to doing so? Well, that's what ALMOST happened with "Night Owl", the debut novel of M. Pierce and the first book in the "'Night Owl" trilogy. Better late than never (even if it does make me want to smack myself for not realizing the error of my ways earlier)! ^.^ When Matt Sky and Hannah Catalano, aka as Night Owl and Little Bird online, meet on a writing forum and become writing partners, Matt sets certain rules to assure they maintain personal distance and anonymity. However, when Hannah unintentionally sends him an email from her private account, an account that just so happens to have a profile picture of herself attached to it, Matt now has a face to go with the name and he can't help but wonder about the woman behind the photo. From there, Matt's perfectly controlled and organized world and Hannah's slightly off-kilter and disarrayed life are destined for more than a safe and impersonal online writing partnership. What can I say about this book that won't give the twists away? I seriously loved everything about "Night Owl". The story was intoxicating and grips you from start to finish, making you want more and more and was told from the interchanging points of view of the two lead characters. Matt and Hannah were truly addictive characters, both imperfect individuals who live such different lives but seem so absolutely perfect together. There's no denying that these two have their issues and that Matt is more broken than he lets on but you root for them and want them to have their happily ever after because anything less than that would be a disservice to them. A word of warning: the book ends with an epilogue that has a cliffhanger that literally had me blurting out, "What the ****?!" Cliffhangers. Are. Evil. ^.^ However, please, please, PLEASE don't let the cliffhanger stop you from reading Night Owl because I highly recommend you read it. I know it was released last year but I'm still putting it on my list of Favorite Reads for 2014 and it gets five stars from me. ♥♥♥
Wow...I just fell in love with Matt Sky. Guys need to read this and take notes! He is a hot mess with a filthy mouth and sarcastic sense of humor that flits between sexy man and sweet boy. I love you M. Pierce but you seriously need to write faster... I need more Matt and Hannah ASAP!
Loved the book. Don't usually get to read books from a guys POV so it was refreshing. I enjoyed the book and cannot wait to read the next one. ¿
Not quite sure what to think of this book. I can't say I liked it but I can't say I hated it either, hence the three stars. It's very different from the usual romance books. Lots of BDSM in the first half of the story, which doesn't do it for me. I didn't care for all the profanity either. I'm a bit confused by the epilogue, but look forward to reading the next book. I'm hoping the next book will clear up the confusion.
This book was by far one of the most well-written stories that I have read in a long time. I picked this book up looking for a new series, not knowing much about it. I have never read a book like this prior, but was intrigued by the story and characters. The author left me wanting more. I cannot wait until the next book comes out and the story continues.
This book is not for childrens. Its not boring, or long. Just the right amount of humor, love, suspense, lies, and recovery. Its part 1 of 3. Recommend this book. Can't wait for part 2 in oct.