Series: The Night Owl Trilogy #1
Published by St. Martin's Griffin
Publication Date: February 11th 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotica
Also in this series: Last Light, After Dark
Also by this author: Last Light, After Dark
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.
I know exactly three things about him. He lives in Colorado, he’s an awesome writer, and he gets off talking to scantily clad strangers on the internet. Love at first Skype.
Night Owl is one of those books that took me by surprise. Not only was it incredibly sexy but I found myself in awe of the writing, characters and plot.
“You are always deceiving me….Always, Matt, always speaking to me from any mouth but your own. Don’t you know that I love you? I see under all your lies, and I always find you.”
Matt and Hannah are two characters that light up the page with their chemistry and passion. Every moment between them is charged and electric.
God, I loved the way he handled me, like he had a right to my body. Like I was his. I loved his voice, demanding, dictating, demeaning, and, in the end, desperate.
Matt is one hell of a contradiction. He is abrasive and cruel one moment and heartbreaking and vulnerable the next. There are so many layers to his persona that I found myself skimming key scenes trying to catch all the little mannerisms that spoke louder than his words did.
“Hannah…” I loved the way he said my name. I loved the hundreds of flavors of his voice.
Hannah is strong and brave and is the perfect compliment to Matt. Heroines always seem to have the harshest critics, but I found her refreshing with her backbone, her fire, and her surrender.
I never want to learn how to say goodbye
I have read this twice since it debuted in September 2013 as indie and once more after it was published through St. Martin’s Griffin, and it’s one of those books that gets better with every re-read. If you love alpha men, a bit of deception, and extremely erotic situations, Night Owl is the book you’ve been waiting for.
Thank you so much for letting me interview you! I am a huge fan and very excited have a chance to ask you some questions.
Thank you for participating in the Night Owl tour! I’m excited to answer your questions, and so glad you liked the book.
- Describe Night Owl in 5 words or less.
Sex, sex, sex, author, drama.
- What song would you say best describes Matt? Hannah? Their relationship?
Matt – “Everybody’s Watching Me” by The Neighbourhood
Hannah – “Waiting Game” by BANKS
Their relationship – “Gods & Monsters” by Lana Del Rey
- What quality of Matt and Hannah do you identify with or admire the most?
I identify with Matt’s passion – for people, for his writing – and the flip side of that passion, which is an unhealthy degree of intensity.
I most admire Hannah’s capacity for caring and forgiveness. I love the way she takes care of Matt.
- I read Night Owl back when it was indie and now you have a deal with St. Martin’s Griffin (congratulations!); how has this experience been transitioning from indie to traditional pub?
Great question. It’s been exciting and difficult. And complicated. Getting a traditional book deal and seeing my book in stores has been my life’s dream. Plus, working with an agent and an editor is really gratifying. I know my books are getting professionally edited and will be more widely distributed.
But it’s been difficult, like I said. Going from indie to traditional publishing means yielding a lot of control… over cover design, release dates, and book pricing, among other things. Many people who bought Night Owl for less than a dollar will be unwilling to buy Last Light for closer to eight dollars, and that’s my cross to bear. I’ve wrestled with my publishers about release dates and pricing. So, there’s been more behind-the-scenes drama than people may realize. At the end of the day, though, I am thrilled with the exposure SMP has given me, humbled by their attention to my manuscripts, and respectful and supportive of their decisions about what’s best for my books.
What matters to me is that my editorial team is helping me bring better books to my readers. I recently held my first copy of SMP’s paperback edition of Night Owl, available July 1 from Target, Barnes and Noble, Amazon, and other retailers, and it’s a thing of beauty. It really is.
- I remember that you had originally planned to turn this series from contemporary to paranormal with Last Light but that is no longer happening. In the future do you plan to write a paranormal book/series?
Yes, I have vague plans to write something paranormal in the future.
- Can you tell us what to expect for Last Light?
Well, Matt Sky is alive, as you’ve probably guessed. We also get to meet the middle Sky brother, Seth. Nate Sky makes a reappearance, and Hannah is caught up in some Sky family drama. Here’s the spoiler-free book blurb from Goodreads:
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 … Tensions rise, secrets grow bigger, and passions run deeper in the highly anticipated second book in the Night Owl Trilogy.
- What do you hope most readers take away from your books?
Most of all, I just want my readers to be entertained. I want them to love Matt and Hannah’s story and to feel that they’ve gone on a journey with these characters. I don’t have any grand moral messages in my trilogy. Maybe I’ve planted some ideas in there – about love, tolerance, ambition and passion – but I’m not trying to teach any lessons. I want people to escape their lives for a while and enjoy my books. If I accomplish that, I’m satisfied.
- Favorite Song?
Lately, anything by The Neighbourhood, but my true favorite would probably be a hymn or one of Satie’s Gymnopédies.
- Favorite Movie?
It’s a tie. Good Will Hunting because it’s funny and smart, or Legends of the Fall because Montana (my favorite state).
- Favorite Word?
Unvarnished is one of them. I don’t know why.
- Favorite Quote?
“Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.” ― Willa Cather, My Antonia
- Favorite Genre?
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.