Title: After Dark (Night Owl Trilogy Book #3)
Author: M. Pierce
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
At twenty-nine, Matt Sky is trying to return to normal, having faked his death and come back to life. He and Hannah move to a simple house in the suburbs, and strive to grow their relationship into something durable and honest. They become more and more entangled, in the best ways possible.
At twenty-eight, 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 solo novel, and she is living with her hot, passionate lover. For the first time, Matt and Hannah are able to explore intimacy without inhibitions—without lies, secrets, or jealousy—and the results are explosive.
Still life together is not as easy as it seems. Matt is estranged from his brothers in the wake of his cruel stunt; Seth Sky, embittered by his failed pursuit of Hannah, makes a play for Hannah’s sister; and the topic of Hannah’s novel—her relationship with Matt and the Sky family—is driving a wedge between her and Matt. The lovers are devoted to one another, having come through many ordeals, but is their bond strong enough to last a lifetime?
Do you remember Matt’s Love Note from two years ago?
Title: Night Owl (Night Owl Trilogy Book #1)
Author: M. Pierce
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
“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 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.
Matt wrote a Love Note last year too – check it out!
Title: Last Light (Night Owl Trilogy Book #2)
Author: M. Pierce
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Matt Sky is missing. After a solo ascent of Longs Peak that left only a large blood stain, tatters of climbing clothing, and the tracks of an animal in the snow, he is presumed dead.
Hannah Catalano is guarding a secret: She knows Matt is alive. After Matt’s memorial service, she lingers on the East Coast with his family, but it soon becomes clear that his brothers’ motives are less than gracious. Nate Sky is bent on tracking down the author of Night Owl, a book that charts the last days of Matt’s life with uncanny and scandalous accuracy, and which appeared only after his death. Seth Sky is bent on getting Hannah into his bed.
Tensions rise, secrets grow bigger, and passions run deeper—and hotter—as Matt struggles to find himself, Hannah tries to escape Nate’s libel suit and fend off Seth’s advances, and together Matt and Hannah strive desperately to maintain their ruse and their relationship…until Hannah is put in danger and Matt must make a life or death choice.
This is not your typical love note…and it contains some MAJOR spoilers – so be warned!
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
February 14
Dearest Hannah,
You and Seth Jr. are outside building a snowman as I write this. Our property looks gorgeous under a new snowfall and I can hardly stand to sit inside while you two play. You’re adorable, both of you, packed into your winter clothes like marshmallows. After you put Seth Jr. down for his nap, I’ll enjoy peeling that puffy coat off of you. And the scarf, the gloves, the hat . . . your sweater, your jeans . . .
Let me do it in the great room, in front of the fireplace. I love the way firelight looks on your skin.
But I can’t let those thoughts distract me now. It’s Valentine’s Day and I want you to know that I love you truly. There can’t be any secrets in love—not for me, at least—and I’ve held onto this little secret for almost a month.
As you know, I went to look through Seth’s belongings last month. He had more than one apartment and his things, like his life, were scattered. Although he’s gone, I felt that I was invading his privacy, picking through his papers and personal keepsakes. By the same turn, it seemed unforgivable to discard those things without at least looking at them.
Among his papers, I found this . . . note . . . more of a note than a letter. It’s addressed to you, though I don’t know if he ever intended to send it. It seems he wrote it after the incident in Denver. Just writing that . . . “the incident in Denver” . . . I’ve nearly snapped my pen in two. I hate the thought of giving you this, but I loved my brother and I sometimes believe he loved you too, in his way.
And isn’t that the best we can do? Love someone in our way. You know my way—love with too much jealousy, passion close to anger—and I guess that’s why I kept this letter so long, but it’s yours and not mine. You deserve to have it. Please know that it wasn’t sealed when I found it and once I realized what it was, I stopped reading. I never had a chance to make things right with Seth before he left us, but giving you this note feels like a step in the right direction.
I love you, little bird.
Always,
Matt
Hannah, Hannah, Hannah . . . I’m completely fucked, now that you’re gone. I mean you just walked out of my hotel room after jerking me off and I feel . . . the worst I’ve felt in a long time. Worse than I felt when I realized Matt staged his death. Worse than when I was a kid and my parents died. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it’s true. There’s nothing. That’s it, I’m not looking forward to anything. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you in Nate’s house, dressed in black lace for Matt’s fake funeral, your eyes so wide. You were standing in the hallway with all the white flowers. You wouldn’t take off your coat. Everything looked white to me, the inside of the house, the flowers, the snow, like someone had bleached the feeling out of the world, and then you were dark and beautiful, full of secret pain.
You don’t know what those images mean to me now. They’re sacred to me. I know if I told you this stuff, you would freak out. Plus, you think I’m an empty-headed singer, and I keep letting you think that because it’s easier than trying to prove I’m something more. But I’ve wanted you . . . more than Matt ever wanted you, with a better kind of wanting. I believe that.
The music I play with Goldengrove, the songs I write, the endless drunken tours . . . they mean nothing to me. I’m spending my life . . . just spending it . . . throwing away the hours by the fistful. I’m too high to be writing to you like this, but everything looks so clear all the sudden. When you came to the hotel tonight, I thought you chose me . . .
Anyway, here’s the thing. I know I messed up a lot, in a lot of different ways . . . I went after you too hard, I was reckless about it. I was cruel to you at first. I didn’t know how to handle the things you made me feel. But maybe you remember how we escaped after Matt’s memorial, before I tried to kiss you at the bar. That car ride when you drank from my flask and we smoked cigarettes. I let you choose the music. It was perfect, right? Winter outside, us warm inside my car, the night in every direction.
I’ve been living in that moment a lot lately. I go there when the world feels pointless, which is all the time. I keep thinking, if you’d let me, we could have that. If you’d give me a chance, I’d drive you anywhere, you choose the music. We could always be going somewhere exciting together. We don’t ever have to get there. The sun never has to come up. I want a chance to show you my version of happiness. That’s what I’m saying. I want a chance, even if Matt’s still around. I could make you happy. Can’t I even try? Come see me again. I can do better, way better. Give me one chance.
Seth
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.
This made me a little weepy, I have to say.
?Lisa, thanks for hosting & sharing this amazing surprise for us in complicity with M❤️Pierce. You’ve dressed the page up so beautifully…your embellishments introduced “The Notes” to an even higher levels?