In the final novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce, can a passion that has withstood many ordeals become a love strong enough to last a lifetime?
Matt Sky is trying to return to normal, having faked his death and come back to life. He and Hannah move back in together, and Matt attempts to put his demons to rest as they strive to grow their relationship into something durable and honest. But as the two become more and more entangled, and the heat between them intensifies in all the best possible ways, Matt’s desire for Hannah ignites cravings he has kept at bay for a long, long time…
Hannah finally has the life she’s always wanted: she’s pursuing her career as a literary agent at Granite Wing Agency, she is writing her first novel, and she is living with her hot, passionate lover. But as Matt and Hannah explore a new intimacy, Hannah finds that there are parts of Matt–dark, wild, uncontrollable parts–that he has yet to show her…that he has yet to show anyone…Under the surface of Matt and Hannah’s domestic bliss, deeply buried secrets burn, and all of a sudden, the least foreseen obstacle threatens to shatter everything they’ve worked so hard for.
**This series must be read in order. My review will likely contain spoilers if you have NOT read Night Owl and Last Light.**
Matthew Sky first stole my heart in October of 2013 and never returned it. While loving him can be difficult at times, I have never regretted a moment and still somewhat amazed how invested in this series I have become. It was with a heavy heart I began my final journey with Hannah and Matt. It is bittersweet to say the least, but M. Pierce delivers a beautiful novel that the overwhelming majority of fans will love and embrace.
This happiness, I thought. Here, now, always. This happiness, no matter the cost.
After Dark begins shortly after the events of Last Light. Matthew and Hannah are left to deal with the aftermath of Matt’s faked death. As with the other books, I loved having both of their points of view. Matt often hides his true feelings, and his POV is imperative to truly understanding his thoughts and feelings. The growth Matt has made since the early days of Night Owl is quite substantial, but he is still a little boy in so many ways. He has such a vulnerability that always lingers just under the surface. Hannah comes into her own and comes to truly understand Matthew like no one else.
She is like the little bird I call her. Strong and delicate. I’m out of my depth.
Of course, it wouldn’t be Night Owl without the sexy times between Matt and Hannah. This book definitely delivers them. Matt is learning to trust Hannah with his true desires. Will Hannah be able to truly accept Matthew as he is? In turn, can Hannah also learn to trust in Matthew and his love? In addition to the hot times, the book has many intense moments. There are several twists and turns in this final book, especially those involving Seth. I definitely wasn’t bored for a moment. My only complaint is the final chapters moved a little too fast for my liking. Perhaps it is me being greedy, but I wanted more of the life altering events. There is a charming epilogue that was absolutely perfect! I can’t bare to officially say good-bye to Matthew and Hannah, so I hope we see them again sometime in the future. I will never see a rabbit or an owl and not think of the charming man who completely mesmerized me for the last year and a half.
We made out for a full quarter-hour before I noticed the tent in the living room.
“Matt!” I snickered. He’d moved the coffee table and couch to accommodate the tent. It was new, or new to me—a tall gray and orange dome.
“Aha, she finally sees it.” He stalked over to the tent. Yes, it was definitely new. Matt wore his distinct “Do you like my new toy?” expression, and he circled the tent and folded his arms and studied it, signaling that I should also take a moment to admire it. I did.
“Wow . . . it’s nice.” I touched one of the poles. “So big. So . . .” In our living room.
“Mm. I got it at REI. Had to throw it together, make sure nothing was missing.” He frowned at the mesh-and-polyester palace. “I thought we might take it for a spin this evening, but not in this weather.”
On cue, thunder crackled and boomed outside.
“Oh, babe.” I rubbed his back. “Lemme get into dry clothes and we’ll ‘take it for a spin’ right here, okay?” I kissed his cheek. “Happy Fourth.”
His eyes lit up like a child’s.
“Perfect,” he said, already halfway into the tent.
I peeled off my wet clothes and changed into my Shell Belle Couture chemise, an expensive little gift from Matt. I never bought such nice things for myself. The champagne silk complemented my pale skin and felt luxurious. The lace cups, well . . . I resisted the urge to grab a robe as I felt my nipples hardening. Matt liked the lace cups best of all.
In the bathroom, I untangled my hair with Moroccan oil and washed my face. On my skin, I left the scent of rainwater.
I returned to a living room devoid of pillows.
The tent flap was shut.
“Knock knock?” I said.
With a swift zinging sound, Matt unzipped the door from inside.
“Why, come in.” He was laughing. The tent was tall, but taller Matt stood stooped beneath the dome. All our pillows lay around his feet.
“Don’t mind if I do.” I took his hand and stepped inside.
He stared openly at my chest.
“Oh,” he said.
His expression grew somber. I wanted to burst out laughing.
God, his cuteness . . .
“Very swanky in here.” I sat cross-legged on a pillow and looked around. The tent was cozy, the inner flaps a vibrant orange, and adorable Matt had stocked a wall pouch with snacks and drinks: two cans of Coke and a bag of goldfish. In another flap, two books and a flashlight.
“I was just testing those pouches,” he mumbled, gesturing to the snacks. “Hi.” He shucked off his shirt—yum—and crawled to me. “Hi . . .”
“Hi,” I said, giggling. “Hello. Did I ruin storytime with lingerie?” I slid my fingers up his arms. Whisper of skin on skin. My hands curled over his shoulders.
“No.” He closed in on me, his body pressing mine back and down. He went for my neck with his teeth, like an animal. Bit the column of my throat. Licked away the hurt.
“Ah,” I gasped, arching under him. I pawed at his abs and pulled at the band of his lounge pants.
An electrical pop sounded in the condo and the room went dark.
Matt and I froze.
We laughed in unison, sitting up and holding one another.
Pure darkness. I clung to his torso.
“Well, this is a first,” I said. “Our first power outage.”
“Always be prepared.” Matt groped around until he found the flashlight. He turned it on and hung it from the top of the tent. A cone of light shone over us.
His erection tented the front of his pants. I reached for it, my hand drawn to it. I gripped his head through the fabric. God, I loved seeing him turned on.
“I’m glad that happened.” He flexed into my hand. “Slowed me down.”
“Baby, you don’t have to slow down.”
“I know. I want to.” He caressed the undersides of my breasts and my nipples. The intricate lace of the cups scratched gently at my skin. I twitched and moaned.
He reached up and turned off the flashlight.z
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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