Love is unstoppable…
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 has 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.
I jumped when my phone chimed.
Who the fuck was texting me at 1:00 a.m.?
That was my first thought.
My second thought: please let it be Matt.
I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t move. Come outside…? Oh… my god.
Matt was outside. Either Matt was outside, or he was weirdly ordering me to have an orgasm on the lawn. Fuck. Obviously Matt was outside. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Brain, work!
I scrambled out of bed and stumbled toward the door. I was wearing a pair of Aerie boxers that barely covered my ass and a lacy white cami with a shelf bra. Oh, and the blue satin thong, because on some pathetic level I still wanted to be wearing it when Matt called.
I grabbed one of dad’s old coats and threw it on before going out by the sliding door to the patio.
Fuck fuck fuck. Matt had come over. He was here. I was about to see him. If he was ugly as sin, what would I say? Um… hi… yeah… I need to sleep.
Awesome plan. And way to have the shallowest thoughts ever, Hannah.
I was on autopilot as I padded around the side of the house. I wanted to see Matt before he saw me. That turned out to be easy, because Matt had his back to the house and his hands braced against a black Lexus. Holy fuck.
This was textbook sketchy. Black car, strange man, middle of the night. Maybe I was about to be abducted. Maybe I was about to become one of those news stories that makes people say, “I feel bad for the girl, but she was asking for trouble.”
Was I asking for trouble?
Tonight, trouble was a beautiful body standing next to a beautiful car right outside my house, waiting for me.
I didn’t feel a single twinge of fear.
I felt raw elation.
I hadn’t broken the spell. Screw the hottie outside the bar. Matt was here and I hadn’t even seen his face and I was already wet.
I jogged across the lawn, unable to compel my feet to walk. My breasts bounced as I moved. The joys of being a double D.
“Matt!” I called.
He turned. I’m a little blind without my glasses, but I knew immediately what I was looking at. The rabbit guy. The young god. The dude outside the bar.
My steps faltered.
I couldn’t process this revelation.
Had he… followed me home?
He came to me, pushing away from the car, and his dark eyes were hungry. He closed the space between us in a stride.
The rabbit guy. Was Matt. Was the young god. Was the man I wanted.
“Yes,” he said as if reading my thoughts. “That was me outside the bar. It was an accident. A coincidence.”
Somehow, improbably, Matt’s real voice was sexier than his phone voice.
He pulled me into his arms, shoving the coat from my shoulders. It fell to the grass. Oh god. Oh god, this was happening.
“Matt,” I whispered.
He crushed my body to his. I was hyperaware of my hard nipples pressing into his chest. He stood a head taller than me and nestled his chin into my hair easily. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He was all lean muscle, heat, and a racing heart. I thought I might faint if I didn’t cling to him.
“Hannah,” he growled. He explored my body roughly, an arm keeping me pinned to him. I couldn’t have escaped if I wanted to. That realization—and Matt’s force and strength—made me tremble with excitement.
He wasn’t shy.
I wouldn’t be gentle, he’d told me on the phone.
He wasn’t lying.
He raked his hand over my side and down to my ass, which he squeezed and rubbed. I could hear his breathing grow ragged as he touched me. Abruptly, he yanked my tiny boxers into my crack—worst wedgie ever—and slapped my bare ass.
“Uhn!” I gasped. I rocked into him. Holy shit, was he already hard?
Move hands, move! I wanted to meet his hunger; I wanted to tease him with my fingertips, to have the courage to feel his erection.
Instead, I was mewling like a kitten and clinging to him.
“My f-family,” I bleated, my mouth leaving a wet spot on his chest. His t-shirt was so soft, his chest so firm. But god, if someone in the house happened to look out a front window, they were going to get an eyeful of my mostly bare ass (and a stranger fondling me).
“Oh yeah?” Matt whispered into my ear. There it was—the cruel, sweet voice. The devil would have a voice like Matt’s. My legs turned to jelly. “You think they might be watching? How about your neighbors?”
As he spoke, Matt tugged my little boxers tighter and tighter into the cleft of my bottom. He wanted me to be uncomfortable. And I was enjoying it.
“God, I hope they are,” he said. “You deserve it, Hannah. You deserve to be humiliated for driving me so insane. Do you have any idea?” Again, the flat of his hand came down hard against my backside.
“Oh!” I lurched against him and he groaned.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “Show me everything. God, show me.”
Without waiting for my participation—which was just as well, since I couldn’t seem to move—Matt yanked my cami up until my heavy breasts popped out of the shelf bra. I felt my skin glowing. I knew I was a violent shade of red.
Matt twisted me around, trapping my back to his chest and my ass to his groin.
Yes, he was definitely rock hard in his jeans. I felt my ass gripping the shape of him.
I wriggled as he began to grope my breasts and he moaned softly.
“Now anyone can see,” he whispered, his breath fanning over my ear. “Anyone in any of these houses. What would they say?” He chuckled. “Look at that slut, they’d say, letting that man do those things to her right outside.”
Wow so where do we begin with this one. Let’s try the beginning. We jump right into this story. No holding back. First things first, Love love love the premise of this story. Two online writers, who have never met, who share their stories with each other. No faces, no pictures, no specifics. Just get the writing done. Or at least that’s how Matthew Sky wants to play it.
A writing recluse, he would rather just Skype with his online friend and do their thing. Until he gets a quick glimpse of Hannah Catalano. Oh, he wasn’t prepared for Hannah. That’s because Hannah is just stunning!! And so it begins…The whirlwind that is Matt and Hannah.
So let’s talk about Matthew Sky aka M. Pierce. Strange fellow he is. He has a pet rabbit! Why?? I have no idea. But his HOT factor makes up for it. And he’s so freakin ALPHA! I love that about Matt. The man is brilliant too. He’s a best selling author and nobody knows it. He’s got this secret that only a selected few know about. What a stress in itself. Funny how Hannah doesn’t even realize she’s sharing her stories with this literary genius.
And Hannah. She’s fearless. And gorgeous and smart. But has this lackluster life, so she throws caution to the wind and decides to move back to her home town, Matt’s town. Now let the fun begin.
What I love about them is how they Skype; it’s dirty skype. Supposed to be skyping about work here people, critiquing each others writing, not asking each other to remove clothing and how wet you are! They are naughty writers. But damn if Hannah is gonna pass that shit up!! HOLLA!!
Matt and Hannah as Night.Owl and Little.Bird.
Night.Owl: Describe your body. Spread your legs. God, my heart is pounding.
Little.Bird: Mine too. I spread them. Telling you this stuff is making me wet.
Night.Owl: Help me Come!!
Oh Okay!! Hot stuff!!! And it gets better, way better!! You would have to read it for yourself to get the rest of that hot scene.
Then comes the phone sex which is freakin insane!! Seriously!! Are you writing partners or fucking phone sex partners? I love it! Best of both worlds I suppose.
Then they meet, face to face. Wow I was shaking in my boots waiting to see how this was going to play out!! Holy SHIT Matt Sky…….You’re one hot man!!! He mauls her!! YES MAULS her!!! I want him to MAUL Me!! And the way he speaks to her. Hannah is taken back but loves it! I would! She’s never been with a man like this, nor has she been treated like this. So, take the bull by the horns, and go with it Little Bird!!
But aside from the mauling…it’s his words. My goodness, the man has a way with words. He turns me on…excuse me…turns Hannah on in a way no other man can.
“You look amazing, Hannah. I know you want to get fucked, wearing a dress like that. I’ll deliver, don’t’ worry. I held back last night, but not this time. You’re bad to wear that. I love it.” – Matt
Are you kidding me?? Whatever, I need a minute after reading dialog like that?? And it’s all over this book! Like everywhere!! This story is jam packed with insanely rough, amazing, unforgettable, hot, dirty sex.
Okay enough about the smut Trish. Let’s talk plot. Let’s talk storyline. I fucking LOVE this story. So much more to this book then sex. Matthew Sky really complicates things for Hannah. He’s got secrets, not just his big secret he keeps from the world, but other secrets. Things you should be telling the woman you are intimate with. He’s a liar. But he loves her nonetheless. She loves him right back. But shit hits the fan! This book gets so angsty. The plot just thickens. I won’t give anything anyway, no spoilers. But Matt is losing his bird. Well more like he’s losing his mind. He royally fucked up. And has to face the music, and there are consequences. And Hannah has to deal with the heartbreak.
“I understood how dangerous it is to let someone become your whole life, and how powerless we are to prevent it. Never deny me, Matt once said.” – Hannah
The story just takes a dark turn. And I was left feeling sad, heartbroken, unsure. I didn’t realize the author was going in this direction. But that’s what a good book does. It gives you everything you need. Let’s your feel it. And for sure, I felt so much emotion reading this story.
Damn, I was enjoying all that hot sex. Then it all hits the fan and gets real. Life gets real. It’s such a freakin mindfuck. Matt is a mindfuck. He’s so complex, and sad, and broken, and crazy, and smart. My God, Hannah you are in for it my friend.
No more, I can’t tell anymore. Can’t give anything else away. You have to just buy this book, read it and let it all simmer. And then report back and tell me how this is such a 5 star read!!
I will close out this review with some Schmexy stuff:
“You’ve needed this for a while,” he growled. “I won’t stop until you stay still and take it. Yield to it, Hannah-you love it. You’re dripping wet.”
And you have nooooooooooooooooooo idea what follows that…..My god!! Love Matthew Sky aka M. Pierce aka Night Owl.
About the Author
I’m an avid reader and writer living in Colorado.