Release Date: Summer 2014
Oliver Durant finally feels complete. With his butterfly now wearing his collar, he begins to introduce her to his world, taking her to his BDSM club and introducing her to his family. Things progress rapidly and she feels safe and welcome with them and his species. The longer they are together, the more she starts to become like his kind, offering him hope that he will be able to be with his mate for the rest of his life.
While Rebecca Summers is new to the BDSM lifestyle, she adapts quickly and serves her Master well, giving him everything he asks for. She loves pleasing him and spending time with his family, who has given her the sense of belonging she’s yearned for since her parents’ tragic deaths. She can’t imagine denying Oliver anything, and even asks to undergo the genetic transformation to become one of his species. Days before the event, they are given some news that changes everything.
Can these two find their happily ever after?
Or does fate have other plans?
I loved the first book in the Midnight Series – Midnight Caller. Check out my review and a Love Note from Oliver to Becs!
Title: Midnight Caller
Author: N.J. Cole
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Erotic Contemporary Romance
Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.
Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.
Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.
“I want you in the waiting position in the playroom. My butterfly may take as long as she likes, but if I’m kept waiting, there will be a consequence. One minute wearing nipple clamps for each minute sounds fair.” She nodded her head and began to move. “Oh, and I’ll be paddling that ass and flogging that pussy while we wait for your timer to count down.”
Her eyes were wide. I held up my phone with the screen facing her as the timer changed from seventeen to eighteen seconds.
“Oh, shit!” she yelped and took off toward the playroom.
“That’s an added minute for language, young lady,” I called after her.
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath. It was much too low for a human to hear, but I wasn’t human and she knew it.
“Two minutes.”
There was no response that time and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved how she was hurrying, but it was no secret that she loved spankings and nipple play, though the ones I had in mind today had a little more bite than the ones I’d used yesterday.
I stepped into the viewing room to undress, and because I was watching through the monitor, I knew the moment she was ready. At Bocaj speed, I entered the playroom to find her kneeling in waiting position. “Little one, you took four minutes. I am quite impressed, although I’ll have to add on the two minutes for your potty mouth.” I walked around her. “Inspection pose.”
I watched as she shifted into position. The scent of her arousal had already filled the air, and when she moved, I was able to see the visible evidence. “So wet for me. You want my cock, don’t you, little one?”
She knew not to answer, although a whimper escaped her lips as I slid my fingers through her wet folds. “On your knees,” I commanded as I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out nipple clamps and a flogger. It wasn’t as soft as the one she loved, but it still had soft fronds so it wouldn’t mark permanently.
Holding the items in my hands, I headed over to the couch and sat on the black leather. “Crawl to me.”
It was completely unnecessary, as I knew she understood her place. I just liked watching her look at me as she moved the short distance across the floor.
She stared into my eyes as I placed first one then the other clamp on her nipples. Holding her breath for a moment, she allowed her body to adjust to the pinching sensation.
“Up on my lap, over my knees.”
The sight before me was spectacular—her milky white ass ready and waiting. I brought my hand down on her smooth cheek, leaving a pink mark in the shape of my hand. “Beautiful.”
NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.
