Night Owl (Book #1, Night Owl Trilogy) Author: M. Pierce

Title:   Night Owl (Book #1, Night Owl Trilogy) Author:   M. Pierce Genre:   Contemporary Erotic Romance Paperback Release Date: July 1, 2014 Synopsis: "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. Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18681804-night-owl?from_search=true Amazon paperback link: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Owl-Trilogy/dp/1250058236/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1390391205&sr=8-1 Amazon ebook link: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Owl-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00HY070CU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1390391205&sr=8-1&keywords=m.+pierce Target: http://www.target.com/p/night-owl-night-owl-trilogy-series-1-by-m-pierce-paperback/-/A-15305150#prodSlot=medium_1_15&term=night+owl Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/night-owl-m-pierce/1117359288?ean=9781250058232 iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/night-owl/id802769143?mt=11 Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/night-owl-3 Giveaway: M. really wanted to go all out for the blog tour since it’s been a long time coming – we have 20 awesome prizes! If you could please include the list of prizes in your post, that would be greatly appreciated: - LELO Elise 2 - http://www.lelo.com/index.php?collectionName=femme-homme&groupName=ELISE-2 - 3 signed SMP Night Owl paperbacks - 1 signed original/indie Night Owl Paperback - 4 sets of signed bookmarks - 3 Night Owl Ebooks - 2 Last Light Ebooks (delivered on release day) - Oh Whimsical Me Night Owl bracelet (with original cover) - Oh Whimsical Me Night Owl bracelet (with new ebook cover) - Night Owl Inspired Necklace - Night Owl bottle cap magnets (set of 4) - Night Owl Trilogy Bookmarks & Night Owl paperback cover magnet - Night Owl Trilogy ribbon bookmarks (set of 3) RC Embed Code - a Rafflecopter giveaway RC Direct Link - http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1eeafd153/ About the Author: 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. Website/Blog:http://mpiercefiction.com/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/pages/M-Pierce/174553066083258 Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7258437.M_Pierce Twitter:https://twitter.com/mpiercefiction Pinterest:http://www.pinterest.com/mpiercefiction/ Tumblr:http://mpiercefiction.tumblr.com/ Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/M.-Pierce/e/B00F0SL9WU/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1 Excerpts (Please choose one to post) 1. Panic set in as I listened to the ring.             I'm about to talk to Matt. I'm about to hear his voice. I don't even know this guy. What the hell am I doing? He could be a psycho stalker. We shouldn't cross this line. I can hang up. I can hang up now. Yeah, I'm going to h—             "Hannah?"             I swallowed and slid down the bathroom wall.             "Hannah, is that you?"             Matt's cool, clear voice swirled in my ear. It was distantly accented—New Jersey, maybe New York—and a little husky. He sounded sleepy.             He sounded sexy as hell.             I had the overwhelming urge to ask him to keep saying my name. Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. Help me come. Warmth bloomed between my legs.             "Okay then." He laughed softly. I felt my reason melting at the sound. "We'll play the one-sided conversation game. I'm Matt, it's nice to—" Again, he broke into quiet laughter. His voice was rich with amusement, but not warm. He sounded contemptuous. He sounded ready to laugh at anything, simply for the pleasure of laughing with his silky voice. I couldn't help but picture the devilish eyes that must have accompanied that voice.             Green eyes, I decided. Dark green, secretive and deep like a forest.             "I was going to say it's nice to meet you," he went on, "but I guess we've technically met online. Now we're meeting on the phone. Maybe…" He trailed off. I heard some shuffling. "God, if this is you trolling me Nate, I swear I'm going to break your fucking—"             "Hey! Sorry, I—" I scooted over to the bathroom door, opened and closed it, then sat back against the wall. Brilliant. Sorry, I was soaking my underwear while I listened creepily to your voice. "—sorry, yeah. I had to go in the bathroom. My sister is asleep."             Matt was silent for a moment.             "Is that why you're whispering?" he said.             "Yeah. She's really tired. We're at a motel, we just stopped. Pretty sure the wall between this bathroom and her bed is a piece of plywood, so."             "Well… damn. I wanted to hear your voice. I mean, your regular volume voice." He chuckled. "Do you think you could risk a few words? I'll deal with your sister if she wakes up."             I smirked, imagining a conversation between my hotheaded sis and this glib personality.             "I think that would be a bad idea. But, um. Sure. What  should I say?"             "With your normal voice? How about, the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."             "Okay." I cleared my throat. I was suddenly painfully self-conscious about my voice. "Um. Okay. The… the quick brown fox—"             Laughter exploded on the line. It was loud and sharp, nearly cruel.             "Oh… my god Hannah." I heard a clatter, then some scuffling. "Oh fuck. You were really saying it. The quick… brown fox… oh god." Matt dissolved into laughter again.             I glared at my knees.             "What's so fucking funny?" I whispered.             "Hannah. Hannah, I'm sorry."             I heard him take a few calming breaths.             "Okay," he said. "I'm sorry. Ignore me, seriously. I have a weird sense of humor. That… that struck me funny. You have a lovely voice. Go figure."             Go figure? What did he mean by that?             "Look, is there a reason you wanted me to call, or were you just looking for some late night entertainment?"             "Pretty sure this classifies as early morning entertainment, Hannah."             "Okay. Well whatever. Look, I'm not sure why I—"             "I can't stop thinking about you."             His words stopped me cold.             His words, and something in his voice. Honesty.             "What we did," he continued. "Or what you did to me…"             My throat went dry. What I did to him. It should have grossed me out, the thought of a stranger beating off to a few details about my body, but it didn't. It intrigued me. The heat between my legs pulsed.             "You know what I'm talking about," he insisted. An edge came into his voice at the slightest provocation.             "Y-yeah," I managed. "Yeah."             "You enjoyed it."             "Yeah."             "You said you wished I were pounding into you."             "Yeah…"             I couldn't believe this smooth-talking stranger was dictating to me how I felt.             I couldn't believe I was blindly agreeing.             And I couldn't believe my considerable vocabulary had suddenly been reduced to "yeah."             "Hannah, you made me come so hard. And I did it again, thinking about you. Let me return the favor."             His words hung in the silence between us.             Return the favor. Help me come.             "Yes," I whispered. 2. Matt had a sprawling, high-rise apartment in downtown Denver. I probably should have guessed. The rooms were clean and modern, harshly white, with light hardwood floors and gorgeous area rugs. The fixtures were all of matching brushed metal and the décor was spare but tasteful. I recognized a framed John Singer Sargent print on the wall.             Matt loomed as I padded through the neat, quiet rooms. Each time I smiled at him, I thought I caught a glimmer of anxiety in his expression. Why would he be nervous? Was my opinion really that important to him?             "This place is lovely," I said. "It's amazing. I can't believe it was ever messy."             "Oh, I had a maid come through," he said.             "Laurence!" I squealed when I saw the rabbit's hutch in the living room. The hutch was as swanky as Matt's apartment, made of beautiful varnished wood with little gold knobs.             "Your lady love is back," Matt said to the rabbit.              We watched Laurence hop around his hutch for a while. Matt's hovering was making me uneasy—and strangely aroused. He hadn't touched me yet, but I knew he planned to. I assumed his bedroom was down the hall. Was something wrong? Tension and desire made my stomach clench. We drifted into the kitchen, Matt right at my back. "Nice." I swallowed and brushed my hand over the granite countertop. Even the kitchen was immaculate. I could feel Matt behind me. I thought I heard him take a soft breath. My skin prickled. God, if he didn't touch me soon—             I exhaled in a rush as Matt brought his chest flush against my back. He pinned me to the edge of the island and cupped my breasts from behind. I moaned. "Are you ready?" he whispered in my ear. 3. We drove through the prairie for two hours, talking and listening to music and sometimes sitting in silence. We spoke about nothing important. It was nice not to have to dodge questions. Every half hour, I asked if Hannah was tired. No, she insisted, no way, and she smiled at me in a way that made me ache.             We stopped by a walking trail that ran out through the scruffy grass.             "Let's go," Hannah said. "The stars will be crazy."             I got a blanket from the trunk of my car and we walked down the trail, Hannah's eyes on the sky, my eyes on Hannah. She was beautiful.             After a while, she reached for my hand.             I found a soft spot off the trail—no easy task in the Colorado prairie—and spread out the blanket. Hannah sprawled across it. She grinned up at me.             "Hog," I chuckled.             "There's space," she said, "on top of me."             While I gazed down at her, Hannah wriggled out of her shorts and thong and tugged her cami up enough to bare her breasts to the night air. I was drunk looking at her. She parted her legs and held my gaze.             "Beautiful man. I wish you could see yourself. You look lost."             "I feel lost," I whispered.             Our pace was more sedate the second time. Hannah grasped my hair and guided my face to her breasts. I kissed them, sucked them, licked and bit them. She moaned as I fingered her. When I nuzzled my mouth into her pussy, she began to whimper.             "Touch your breasts," I ordered softly. I glanced up her body to see her hands move obediently to her breasts. I licked my lips. She smelled musky. She tasted fiery and sweet. I went back to work as Hannah kneaded her breasts and issued wild, indecent noises into the night.             Soon I was too hard to think. I fumbled with my jeans and freed my cock. As I crouched over Hannah's sex, three fingers inside of her and my lips, tongue, and teeth toying with her clit, I pumped my shaft.             She came moments before I did. She was still rigid with ecstasy when I climbed over her and milked my cum onto her sex.             "Perfect," I whispered. 4. Pleasure gripped Hannah the way it gripped me—first in a powerful paroxysm, then rolling waves of bliss. I watched her face as she came. No wonder they called it the little death. Her pain sounded so much like her pleasure, or her pleasure like her pain, and the ecstasy on her face could have been agony. She moaned and wet my hand with her desire, and I held the toys against her until her struggling ceased. We slept in a sweaty tangle. The ties and toys lay strewn around the edges of my bed. For the first time, I held Hannah's naked body as she held mine. Our hearts slowed together. Our breaths grew even and deep. When I woke, Hannah was exploring my body with her small hands. I realized I had been feeling her touch as I dozed, like the touch of some curious animal, on my face, my hair and neck, my shoulders, my back. I sighed and she paused. "Keep going," I whispered. Her feathery touches grew urgent. She pawed at my ass; she squeezed the lean contours of my torso and smoothed her hands over the hard planes. When she scooted down to hold my thighs, she began to lap at my cock. We made love as the evening sun burned away. We touched all of one another, tasted everything. We were slow, gentle, and quiet. We took what we wanted. We gave it up. Hannah rode my face, I wriggled my tongue into her ass, she pinched and licked my nipples. My eyes watered with the force of my climax. We drowsed and woke again. I mounted her. She mounted me. Our skin glistened. Again and again we went there together—tumbling over the raw edge, touching the live wire, collapsing, exploding, dissolving like dead stars. Playlist: Embed info July Flame -- Laura Veirs Blue Caravan -- Vienna Teng Body Electric -- Lana Del Rey The Ghost On the Shore -- Lord Huron A Message -- Coldplay A Love Song -- Amanda Blank Blinding -- Florence + The Machine Dog Days Are Over -- Florence + The Machine In the Sun -- Joseph Arthur Not Dark Yet -- Bob Dylan Ride -- Lana Del Rey The First Days of Spring -- Noah & The Whale Flowers in Your Hair -- The Lumineers Oh Take Me Back -- M. Ward 10 Mile Stereo -- Beach House Blood -- The Middle East Man in the Long Black Coat -- Joan Osborne Damnit Anna -- The Morning Benders Jigsaw Falling Into Place -- Radiohead Billie Holiday -- Warpaint Civilian -- Wye Oak Love Is Blindness -- Jack White Only Now -- JBM Born to Die -- Lana Del Rey Gods & Monsters -- Lana Del Rey Burning Desire -- Lana Del Rey Blue Jeans -- Lana Del Rey When I Grow Up -- First Aid Kit [Notes: July Flame -- Chapter 16, M & H on The Fourth. Blue Caravan -- Ten Thousand Nights. The First Days of Spring, Oh Take Me Back, & When I Grow Up -- Matt in Geneva. Only Now -- Chapter 19, M. Pierce's Identity Unveiled. Beach House, The Lumineers, & Warpaint -- songs M & H listen to in the car. Love Is Blindness -- Chapter 21, trying to get Hannah back. Civilian -- Hannah going to NY. The Ghost On The Shore, Not Dark Yet -- Hannah's hollow life, Chapter 22. Jigsaw Falling Into Place -- Dancing at Lot 49, Chapter 6. Gods & Monsters, Blue Jeans, Ride, Born to Die -- M & H getting it on. (Unspecified songs contributed to or relate to themes and atmosphere throughout the book.)] Last Light (Book #2) Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18744040-last-light Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Last-Light-Night-Owl-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00JCZ6U6W/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1402615237&sr=8-2&keywords=last+light+m+pierce Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/last-light-m-pierce/1117685289?ean=9781250058362 After Dark (Book #3) Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20944389-after-dark Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/After-Dark-Night-Owl-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00JTIOXN4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1402615237&sr=8-1&keywords=last+light+m+pierce