One night. One love. One secret that could rip them apart…
Lyric Whetsone only had eyes for Quinn Sobel's brother Oliver, until a car crash took Oliver's life on New Year's Eve. Then, a moment of shared grief between Quinn and Lyric became something more impassioned, something that frightened Quinn so much he ran from Lyric's bed and her life, disappearing for four long years.
Now Quinn's back for another New Year's Eve, struggling for closure, desperate to leave his grief in the past and make amends with the girl of his dreams.
But Lyric has a secret—one that could drive Quinn from her life forever. Will Quinn run away from the love and acceptance he's always wanted...or will he claim his New Year's kiss and make her his at midnight?
Previously released on Entangled’s Bliss imprint - December 17, 2012.
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Yours at Midnight
A Red-Hot Bliss Novella
By Robin Bielman, Adrien-Luc Sanders
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New Year's might have been a few days away, but Lyric Whetstone had already decided on her resolution: find a man. That night's dinner with her happily married siblings and still crazy-in-love parents finally convinced her she'd been celibate long enough. She was ready to move on.
The cool night air washed over her as she took the short walk from her parents' home to the guesthouse they had insisted she make her own. She appreciated that they wanted to keep her close, but their generosity made her feel awful about her secret. Their honesty and openness knew no bounds. Hers, on the other hand, definitely had its limits.
She blinked away those wayward thoughts when an eighty pound hurtling ball of fur raced toward her, tail wagging.
"Teddy." She braced for his hello. He was at her side every chance he got. Her unofficial guard dog whenever he escaped his house—which was often. She scratched the spot behind his ear that turned him to mush, then led him down the tree-lined sidewalk back to William and Vivian Sobel's place. White holiday lights strung around the rooftop and windows of their home sparkled as Lyric drew closer.
She shivered as she rang the front doorbell. Leave it to Mother Nature to unleash evening raindrops the size of dimes right as she did her good deed. Even though she'd only come from next door, a more than respectable distance separated the houses, and she was drenched. She put a hand on Teddy's head and ruffled his wet golden retriever fur. "You really need to time your break outs better," she said.
The holiday wreath on the front door glittered, bringing back twenty years of memories—starting with her seven-year-old self's curiosity with the new neighbors. She smiled and touched one of the tiny silver balls just before the door swung open.
And her heart stopped.
Everything inside her froze.
Her worst enemy stood in the doorway in jeans, a light blue T-shirt, and bare feet. "Quinn?"
"Lyric? What are you doing here?"
Not "Hey, Lyric, how are you?" Not "Wow, Lyric, it's good to see you." Which really should come as no surprise, and should make her happy.
But all it did was twist her stomach and make it difficult to breathe.
"What are you doing here?" And why did his wavy light brown hair, straight nose, and square jaw have to look so good?
His gaze settled on hers with unwelcome familiarity. Did she look different? Could he tell? "I'm here for a visit."
For the first time in almost four years. For the first time since their one-night stand. She shook her head. She couldn't even slightly think about that while standing in front of him when he'd always had this troublesome knack for reading her thoughts and using them to his cruel advantage.
He'd left without the courtesy of a goodbye, a week after his twin brother Oliver died in a New Year's Eve car crash.
She studied his copper eyes. Her skin tingled as emotions flooded her. They were the exact same color as ... "Oh, well, tell your mom and dad I've brought Teddy back again."
Quinn moved his gaze down just in time for Teddy to jump on him. "Whoa. Down, boy."
Teddy's wet paws left marks on Quinn's thin shirt. Lyric stared at his broad chest and wide shoulders. He'd filled out since the last time she saw him.
"What am I supposed to do with him?" Quinn asked, his voice tight.
Teddy sat at Quinn's feet and looked up at Lyric with wide, pleading eyes.
Lyric remembered the time Quinn had gotten a puppy for his tenth birthday. The dog had taken to Oliver instead, leaving Quinn sad and angry. For weeks after that, Quinn hadn't given an ounce of affection to the dog—or anyone, for that matter.
"Dry him off with a towel." She didn't mean to sound patronizing, but she couldn't help it.
"You're soaked, too." He took in her boots, black pencil skirt, and cream-colored silk blouse, lingering on her chest.
Her cheeks burned. The last time they'd seen each other, he'd seen everything. She'd put aside all the crappy things he'd done to her growing up—the teasing, the mean words, the slights—and fallen into his arms after Oliver's funeral. It had been the best sex of her life. The best mistake she'd ever made.
She'd thought maybe they could finally be friends. Then he'd left without a word—reaffirming her belief that once an ass, always an ass.
She crossed her arms. "That's usually what happens when one gets rained on."
"It's raining?" He stretched his neck for a better look behind her.
Lyric peeked over her shoulder. It was hard to see in the pitch blackness, but she'd already had enough of Quinn Sobel. "Not anymore. So I'd better hurry and get back home."
"You're still living in your parents' guest house?"
Teddy dropped and stretched out on the Oriental rug covering the marble entryway. Viv would not be happy to find a wet Teddy on her rug. "You'd better grab a towel or get Teddy back to the laundry room before your mom sees him."
"Hang on a sec, would you?"
Quinn didn't wait for an answer. Typical. He disappeared down the side hall and returned a few seconds later with two towels from the guest bathroom. Lyric pressed her lips together to stop from smiling. The brown and gold designer towels were the perfect thing to dry a wet, stinky dog.
He handed her a towel. "Mind helping?"
Yes, she minded, but she stepped into the foyer because it was Teddy ...and because Quinn had never asked for her help before. Ever. What had gotten into him?
They knelt to dry him off. She looked at Quinn as she worked. He had an odd look on his face, a cross between pain and appreciation.
"Your parents aren't here, are they?" she asked.
"Did they know you were coming?" Viv had told Lyric's mom that she wished she knew how to help Quinn. That since his brother's death he'd completely shut himself off, choosing to leave Northern California and live in New York.
"They did, but Dad got a call that my uncle's cancer took a turn for the worse. My aunt thought my parents ought to fly out to Michigan right away. I think our paths crossed mid-air."
"I'm so sorry. When was that?"
So he'd been alone on Christmas. Was alone now. She couldn't imagine the holidays without family. Lyric took a deep breath. The house smelled cold, empty, sterile. Her heart squeezed. When they were kids, she and Oliver used to tease each other all the time about wanting to switch families. Lyric's big family came with lots of drama. Oliver's came with a quiet brother. But as much as she hated all the hoopla, she wouldn't trade it for anything.
Especially during this time of year.
"Don't look so sad," Quinn said. "I'm perfectly happy by myself."
"Still don't need anyone, huh?"
He flinched. He opened his mouth, paused, then sealed his lips with a frown. So now he was censoring himself? Huh.
She stood and handed him the towel. A clap of thunder roared through the airy entryway; a gust of wind swept past the open door. She jumped and practically slammed herself against him, palms pressed to his chest.
His arms went around her, the towel slipping through his fingers. He was warm, and his shirt smelled like fabric softener. The tension in her shoulders relaxed. His muscles went taut beneath her hands.
Lyric froze. They locked eyes.
Getting close to Quinn was a big no-no. She hadn't forgotten one rotten thing he'd said and done to her. But the one good thing—
Quinn broke the breathless silence by laughing. "You still afraid of the dark, too?"
God, he made her mad. She turned on her heels to leave. She'd pretend she'd never run into him. But then Teddy went on alert and growled at the sharp whistle of wind—and without his company, the night looked pretty damn scary. Maybe she was still afraid of the dark. Quinn really could be a little more considerate and offer to walk her home, but she knew he wouldn't.
She ground her teeth together and whipped back around. "Come on, Teddy. Let's get you in bed before I go."
With his tail wagging, Teddy walked alongside her—past the living room and unlit Christmas tree, toward the kitchen and laundry room. She didn't know what the hell she was doing. A dark, rainy night was way safer than the man following her. But something kept her in that house. Something she refused to contemplate. Because if she let herself feel anything, she might think about telling him her secret.
"You never answered me about the guesthouse," Quinn said, his even tone betraying nothing about seeing her again.
She wondered if he really cared, or was just curious.
"The last time I saw you, you were in med school. I figured you'd be doing your residency in some fancy hospital back east by now."
"Nope." She blinked extra hard. Thank God he couldn't see her face. She'd given up her dream of becoming a doctor.
"No, you're not back east?"
How had he known she'd wanted to leave California and live somewhere that actually had four seasons? She'd never told him. "No, I'm not in residency. I quit med school."
"What?" he asked, and Lyric pictured his eyes widening. "You had a plan. You always stuck to your plans."
It unsettled her that he knew that, too. "Sometimes plans change."
"For the better, I hope."
Did he have to walk so close behind her that his words floated to her ears like sweet nothings? Yes, she wanted to say.
But then the lights went out.
* * *
Quinn halted to give his eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness. The last thing he wanted was to press up against Lyric again. Her body still stirred up desires too strong to think about rationally.
The last time he'd gotten up close and personal with her had been after Oliver's funeral, when he'd been so filled with pain and grief that he'd selfishly taken her to bed. Anything to feel something other than loss. Yeah, she'd complied, putting aside her dislike for him to ease her own grief. But in the end, that only made him feel worse. Because he'd gotten something he'd always wanted—her—and she'd gotten her second choice. Quinn had always come in second to his brother.
He suspected that was the reason he'd been so unkind to Lyric growing up. She'd only had eyes for his twin brother, never once noticing the affection Quinn's eyes held for her. Ignorance made guys say and do stupid things to get attention.
A loud thunk, followed by an "Ow!" from Lyric, reminded him where he was.
She didn't answer. His pulse accelerated. He squinted until he could just make out her shadow near the kitchen counter. With his arms stretched in front of him, he reached for her but didn't touch.
"I'm fine," she said, leaning away. "Bumped my head on the corner of the wall, is all."
"You always so clumsy?"
He did. A few seconds later she muttered, "Are you just going to stand there, or get me some ice?"
Before Quinn went to the fridge he went to the cupboard, where he hoped his parents still kept the candles and matches. Bingo. He lit a slender taper and carried it over to Lyric. Christ, she was pretty in candlelight. Still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her auburn hair reminded him of the cinnamon sticks his mom would put in his and Oliver's hot chocolate during the holidays. And her light blue eyes were so clear, they were almost transparent. Like looking into a shallow lake and finding some small treasure at the bottom.
Right now, what he saw in them confused the hell out of him. He'd come home to put to rest the painful memories of his past and apologize for being an ass, but something new lurked in those blue depths. Something he'd never noticed before.
Another roar of thunder sounded. Lyric groaned and turned her head to look out the kitchen window. He wasn't sure if her discomfort stemmed from the storm, the head injury, or him. He turned away before he might ask or give in to the urge to comfort her.
Teddy nearly tripped him on his way to the freezer. He grumbled and righted himself on the counter before grabbing a bag of frozen peas.
"Here you go." He handed her the small bag. "Works better than ice."
She took the bag and held it to her temple. "I know."
Quinn leaned his backside against the counter. "Want to sit?"
"No. I'll just hold this for a few minutes before I get out of your way. I've got a great idea for you while you're home. Fix the side gate so Teddy doesn't sneak out anymore."
He chuckled. "I'll get right on that, Miss Bossy Pants."
"Don't call me that," she growled. Or maybe it was Teddy who growled. "I asked you never to call me that again."
Lyric had asked him to do a lot of things over the years—jump off a bridge, stay away from her, move to China, die—and he couldn't blame her. Oliver's friendship with Lyric killed him. He'd lashed out at her, deliberately tried to make her feel bad.
The worst thing about it was how he'd hated his brother for stringing Lyric along. Oliver had gotten whatever and whomever he wanted, and he'd liked having Lyric around just in case. She'd never realized it, but she was second best, too.
"Guess I needed reminding. So, back to your plans. What happened with med school?" He kept his gaze fixed on the cabinet above her head. Direct eye contact seemed to make her uncomfortable. Maybe if he looked elsewhere, she'd speak more freely.
"I, uh, decided to change plans." Her voice quivered.
"Why do you suddenly care?"
He should just get his apology over with now. Tell her he was sorry for being such a dick and leaving without saying goodbye. Explain that he hadn't meant for them to be enemies growing up, and ask if maybe, just maybe she could forgive him.
None of that meant he'd changed, exactly. He still preferred solitude. Still had nightmares about that New Year's Eve night, four years ago. Still believed his brother was the glue that had held his family together. But if he didn't reconcile some of his past mistakes, he'd go insane.
He'd always cared. He just hadn't shown it.
"I don't," he lied. "Just curious."
"Oh, okay, then," she said. "I decided to start my own company. It's called CARE. C-A-R-E. Comfort. Aid. Remedy. Ease. We offer home health care to anyone who needs it. Most of our clients are the elderly and people who've been in serious accidents, but my plan is to expand into services for kids and teenagers, too."
"That's a good plan."
Her smile hit him square in the gut, twisting it into the kind of knot only she could tie. Shit. Seeing her again was harder than he'd thought it would be.
"Are you still traveling all over the world for Noble?" she asked.
"I read an article recently that said fewer college and graduate students are studying the arts, especially foreign language."
It intrigued him that she knew the name of the company he worked for and seemed interested in his profession. His mom or dad must have mentioned it to her. "That's true. I think the rising costs of college education are to blame. Means I've got job security."
"I guess you stay pretty busy without much competition."
"Very. But I enjoy the work, so it doesn't bother me."
Noble handled multi-million dollar biotech deals all over the world, and Quinn was their primary translator. Languages were the one thing he'd excelled at as a kid, the one thing he was better at than his brother. It had started in preschool, when they'd count to ten in Spanish. By fourth grade he'd taught himself French and Italian, too. He couldn't explain it except to say something just clicked in his brain and made it easy. No one came even close to matching his expertise.
Foreign language had saved him from his loneliness.
Lately, though, he wasn't sure that was enough.
"I still haven't forgiven you for the time you humiliated me in Spanish." Lyric lifted the peas from her forehead. A nice bump swelled above her eyebrow.
She harrumphed. "The time you promised you were telling me how to end my culture speech with a fact about South American soccer, and instead I said our teacher smoked pot and smelled like blue cheese. I got an F and a trip to the principal's office, and you didn't say a word."
"Oh, I said lots of words. You just didn't understand them because they were in Spanish."
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My inner romantic is rather partial to a second chance love story and Robin Bielman brings us a captivating journey in Yours at Midnight. Lyric Whetstone and Quinn Sobel have known each other since they were seven. She never saw him as she was smitten with his twin, Oliver - his twin who died four years previously leading to a night of grief fuelled passion. Quinn left, but now he's back. And it's not long before both he and Lyric realise their feelings run deeper than they imagined. ‘He'd always cared. He just hadn't shown it.’ As always, Robin has brought us a couple to love. Sweet, sexy and with their own secrets, there was absolutely nothing not to love about Quinn (the man was adorable) and although Lyric frustrated me a little, she was still very likeable. Together they brought emotion, feeling and some great build-up. And as always there was some lovely humour. ‘I knew your mouth was talented, but I had no idea you were so good with your hands, too.’ Why it's taken me so long to read this, I have no clue, but if you're looking for a short-ish romance that packs the feels and holds a couple of nice surprises, you can't go wrong. This is exactly why Robin Bielman is one of my favourite authors. She never fails to leave you with a happy heart. And some days, you just need that. 4.5 stars. Copy generously provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Growing up, Lyric was always with the twins next door, Quinn and Oliver. She was always drawn to Oliver, who had the friendlier disposition. Quinn and Lyric always acted like they didn't like each other. Even when younger, they feared how they made each other feel. Oliver passed away in a car accident 4 years ago and the night of the funeral Quinn and Lyric found comfort in each other's arms. Now he's back to try and reconcile the guilt he feels for Oliver's accident and for leaving Lyric with out a goodbye the night of the funeral. What will Quinn and Lyric's family think when they find out about the secret she's been keeping for nearly four years? Fantastic story line! I was hooked from the beginning and couldn't put it down. Quinn and Lyric have a strange relationship but their chemistry is undeniable and sizzles just under the surface. There are some great secondary characters too! Max is a little cutie and I wish we could have seen more interaction from him but I loved the story anyway! I can't wait to read more from this amazing author. Received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
In this contemporary romance, Quinn's been half in love with Lyric from the start of their friendship several years earlier but his twin brother Oliver had all her attention until he tragically died in an accident for which Quinn has always blamed himself. Lyric and Quinn had one night together in their shared grief after which Quinn left for 4 years, returning now with his head straight and determined to show Lyric his true feelings for her. I quite enjoyed this romance though secrets that are kept throughout a story are not my favourite plot device - sometimes I just want to tell the characters that if they communicated with each other there wouldn't be all this angst! But then again, there wouldn't be a story either. I thought Lyric and Quinn were both well written and interesting characters and it is obvious that there is still chemistry between them from the first time they see each other after Quinn's long absence, making their love scenes sweet and emotional. I liked how Quinn was able to come to terms with his brother's death over the course of the story and make the decisions he needed to in order to be the man for Lyric. There is a mix of lightheartedness and more serious moments making for an interesting and entertaining romance. 4 stars.
I missed the opportunity to read Yours at Midnight by Robin Bielman when it was first published a little over a year ago. So when I was given the chance to read it prior to its re-release, I jumped at it. This is the love story between entrepreneur Lyric Whetsone and translator Quinn Sobel. Lyric, Quinn, and Quinn's late twin brother Oliver, grew up together. Four years ago on New Year's Eve, Quinn and Oliver were in a car accident driving home from a party, and Oliver lost his life. After the funeral, Lyric and Quinn drowned their grief in each other and then moved on with their respective lives. Lyric made a life for herself in their hometown, while Quinn took a job in New York City. Now Quinn is back in North Carolina, to spend the holidays with his parents, obtain some much needed closure and convince Lyric that he is a much nicer person than he used to be. Quinn wants Lyric more than ever. However, if anyone needs to make amends for their actions it is Lyric, for keeping a life-changing secret from Quinn. Luckily, the love that developed during their childhood remains genuine and true. I really enjoyed this book. Ms. Bielman packs a lot of punch into this novella and I really liked the way she evolved Lyric and Quinn's love story. They were easy to get to know and their passion for each other was palpable. Ms. Beilman beautifully combined excitement, heat, and drama into this romantic read, and there was never a moment that I did not want Lyric and Quinn to be together. Complimentary copy provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.
Robin writes such wondrous feel-good romances! I love them! When I pick up one of her books, I know that I will be in for a wonderful, enjoyable read. Yours at Midnight was a treat. Lyric and Quinn are wonderful characters. Quinn is our tortured hero who has been in love with Lyric since childhood. But... Lyric was besties with Quinn's brother. The three of them as next-door neighbors made a lot of memories through the years. Quinn's brother has now tragically passed away. Quinn has been away from home having left shortly after his brother's funeral. He hasn't seen or talked to Lyric in all that time, and he has an apology to make to her. Lyric has a few big secrets of her own. LOL! I wanted to shake her more than once! I connected immediately to both Lyric and Quinn. They're both survivors; each was stubborn and strong. The book's supporting characters and the setting as the time line neared New Year's Eve were perfect. I couldn't put the book down as Lyric's and Quinn's re-developing more-than-friendship went helter-skelter as the clock neared the new year. If you like to read light romances with happy ever after endings, you must read Robin's books. They're all great! Her writing just flows and it always immerses me completely in the story. 4 3/4 stars! (Just because I wanted to shake Lyric so much during part of the book!)
An emotional story that satisfies completely!
A short enjoyable read... Love these kinda books to fill in between longer more serious reads... Have now read several books by this author and they are lively and interesting... Would recommend to all interested in short, fun and sexy...
I read all 3 this author has available and really enjoyed each one. They are not long books, but they are great stories.
While this is a short romance, I was pleasantly surprised by how complete I felt at its conclusion. It was exactly the right amount of sexy, wit, suspense, conflict, and character development. The writer did a lot more within her perimeters than other writers with lengthier stories. I didn’t feel shorted nor was there any excess fluff. Quinn and Lyric shared a beautiful love that wasn’t always evident to them. Their playful banter reminds me so much of my husband and I which is a testament to the story’s ability to be relatable. The sexy scenes are sizzling. The supporting characters are well established and there is potential for branching out. I really enjoyed this light read and look forward to more from Ms. Bielman. If you just want a feel-good undemanding romance to cleanse your palette, this is it!
A perfect weekend romance, a fun little escape into the world of lifelong frienemies unfolds as your plunged into a world of secrets, heart ache, and missed opportunities. It makes you wonder how many of your childhood ‘I can’t stand the sight of hims’ really could have grown up to be someone you’d really like to be with. Yeah, not one would have turned out as well as Robin’s Quinn. I know, I’ve checked them out on Facebook. Lyric and Quinn’s story intertwines through the years. Unfortunately, his grief and guilt when he lost his brother set in motion a series of events that he’s totally unaware of. He wants to make things right with his family and his old neighbor, Lyric. The question becomes, how is he going to take it all in, and will he cope with it all. This is a short romance, perfect for an evening of blissful reading.
Yours at Midnight by Robin Bielman was a deliciously angsty story that hit all my sweet spots. It all started with a crush, a childhood love – of the wrong brother. Lyric and Quinn met as children, but unfortunately for Quinn, it was his brother Oliver, who Lyric wanted. When Oliver died, their grief and guilt lead them to one night together – a night that left them both reeling. Now, a number of years out, Quinn was back. Quinn and Lyric were both multi-dimensional characters, though Lyric was the more finely drawn of the two. Both had strong, emotional arcs and had very real issues to confront. Quinn was angsty and broody and painfully unhappy enough to create a deep sympathy for him. Lyric held on to the past a bit too much for her own good and needed a sharp shock to open her eyes. The supporting cast (mostly Lyric’s family) all had roles to play and their roles were definitely a surprise. Unfortunately, none of them were hidden gems. What really kept this story moving along are the deep and difficult issues between Lyric and Quinn and the strong push-pull that both experienced. So while the story moved at an even pace throughout and never felt rushed, the tension continued to mount until the explosion. In the darkest hour, a kiss can make it all better. RATING: 4 Heat Rating: Mild REVIEWED BY: Monique Neaves, My Book Addiction Reviews
Quinn Sobel and Lyric Whetsone have known each other since they were seven years old, when the Sobel family moved next door to the Whetsone family. For twenty years now, both families have been good friends. Since they first met, Quinn has had feelings for Lyric, however Lyric was ALWAYS too quick to dismiss Quinn, preferring to focus on his twin brother Oliver. Four years ago, on New Year’s Eve, Quinn and Lyric’s worlds came crushing down on them with the death of Oliver due to a DUI accident. Quinn has spent the last four years living with the guilt of what happened to his brother and keeping a distance from his family. Lyric has spent the last four years lying to everyone but herself. Now, with the fourth anniversary of his brother’s passing, Quinn is ready to come clean and make amends with his parents and Lyric for leaving. A family emergency keeps William and Vivian Sobel from spending this time with their only son, thus opening the door for Caroline and Douglas Whetsone to welcome Quinn back into their family for the holidays, much to Lyric’s horror. Lyric wants nothing more than for Quinn to get on a plane and go back to New York, where it’s safer for her. I will be the first to admit I had no idea what to expect from this story before I started reading it. For whatever reason, Lyric’s secret completely blindsided me. I fell for Quinn immediately. I mean seriously, who wouldn’t? He’s hot, sexy, and speaks at least four different languages. There were definitely times when I didn’t like Lyric. Overall, she is a really good person with a good and kind heart, doing her best to cope with her situation. I wish there was a Prologue to this story so that I could find out what happened after New Year’s when Lyric’s secret is finally revealed to everyone. This is one of those stories that I wish could go on forever. Source: NetGalley Reviewed for Read Your Writes Book Reviews
This book was a charming read. I highly recommend it. Love the characters and loved how they loved each other!
This was such a fun book. I fell in love with both Quinn and Lyric right away. Robin did a great job of developing these characters, especially since this was a novella. I jumped on for the ride and didn't put the book down until it was over (well, maybe once when I had to go to work). Quinn is a very complicated, yet simple guy. He has come back after four years and wants to right some wrongs. He feels so much guilt and shame over his brother dying in the car accident that Quinn survived. He has always loved Lyric but just left her when things got too hard to handle. Now he is back for her. He has so much to say to her that should have been said years before. I love Quinn's easy nature with people, especially Lyric's mother Caroline. She is like a second mother to him. Lyric carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. She has kept so much inside for the past four years since Quinn left. Now that Quinn is back she is completely out of sorts. Her mind and heart are thinking two different things when it comes to Quinn, which only complicates her situation. She also has this secret that keeps getting in the way but she is so afraid to talk to him about it. Normally, as a woman, I tend to side with the female heroines in books, but in this one I was all team Quinn. Lyric did come around though and also righted some of her past wrongs with Quinn. Robin pulls some tricks in the story that really thicken the plot and had me gasping out loud a time or two. She also had me laughing and feeling sad for the characters. She did a wonderful job of balancing the specific romantic moments with the overall plot of the story. I thought Yours at Midnight was a sweet, emotional, fun, contemporary romance story. If you are searching for a quick weekend read, I highly recommend it. I look forward to more books by Robin Bielman in the future!
This was a delightful read from talented author Robin Bielman. I enjoyed the characters who, to me, felt multidimensional and interesting. The story was terrific and kept me enthralled till the very end. I love this author's voice and writing style. I find it engaging and delightful to digest. I encourage any romance fans to purchase this book. As I felt with Bielman's other work, Worth The Risk, you won't be disappointed. A well deserved five stars!!!!
This was such a great novella and I adored it, devouring in a couple of hours. I love romance, and this is just the type of story I really enjoy. Lyric, Quinn, and his brother Oliver grew up together. Quinn was always mean to Lyric growing up, but he really loved her, and Lyric was in love with Oliver, or so she thought. When Oliver died in a car crash on New Year's Eve, everything changed. Quinn and Lyric shared and night of passion after the funeral and then he disappeared from her life. It is now 4 years later, Christmas Day, and when Lyric delivers her neighbor's escaped dog home, who does she find answering the door but Quinn. What she doesn't know is that Quinn is there to apologize and make amends for what he has done. Old habits die hard, and these two fall back into the pattern of arguing, though the love and sexual tension lies just beneath the surface. Over the ensuing few days, as much as Lyric tries to prevent it, these two end up spending a lot of time together. There is one problem. Lyric has a huge secret, a secret which she hasn't told anyone about, and just as these two seem to be reconciling their differences and discovering something new, this secret threatens to tear them apart. Your's at Midnight is a heart warming, romantic, and fun read. The story line is great, as are the characters, and Quinn is such a hottie. I loved the relationship between these two, and there are a couple of great steamy scenes also. If you love romance and are looking for an quick, enjoyable, and entertaining read that leaves you feeling happy and warm all over (I know I sound cheesy, but I am such a sucker for a good romance), then Your's at Midnight is one book you should check out.
What a delightful book! I rarely read novellas, but I have to say, I'm so glad I took a chance on this one. It was exactly what I was looking for -- a fun, quick, romantic, satisfying read that also got me in the holiday spirit (for both Christmas and New Year's). I adored both Quinn and Lyric. Their path from enemies, to one night stand, to strangers, to lovers felt very authentic and kept me reading and wondering how they would finally get together. The secondary characters were wonderful as well. I just wanted to give Lyric's wise, warm mother a hug, and three-year-old Max seemed very true-to-life, something that is so rare in novels. He spoke and acted just like a child his age. Other characters had their own little quirks that added to the story as well. (Swear jar, anyone?) Really, at the end, I just have to say that reading this book made me happy, and is there any better recommendation than that?
I loved Yours at Midnight! The heroine, Lyric, is as original as her name. Yet as a reader, I connected with her easily. With dreams and hopes dashed, she faces the challenges life deals her with an enthusiasm that will have you falling in love with her and rooting for her happily-ever-after from the very beginning. The tortured hero, Quinn, although successful in his career, has run away from everything and everyone he's ever cared about because it's easier to be alone than to face the loss of his brother, especially when the woman Quinn loves misses his brother more than she would ever miss Quinn. Then as New Years rolls around, these two find each other through all their mistakes and heartaches. Ms. Bielman's story, Yours at Midnight, is filled with hope and love. It's perfect to get you in the mood to start the new year with a new perspective. Loved it!