My Review:In the final novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce, can a passion that has withstood many ordeals become a love strong enough to last a lifetime?
Matt Sky is trying to return to normal, having faked his death and come back to life. He and Hannah move back in together, and Matt attempts to put his demons to rest as they strive to grow their relationship into something durable and honest. But as the two become more and more entangled, and the heat between them intensifies in all the best possible ways, Matt’s desire for Hannah ignites cravings he has kept at bay for a long, long time…
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 novel, and she is living with her hot, passionate lover. But as Matt and Hannah explore a new intimacy, Hannah finds that there are parts of Matt—dark, wild, uncontrollable parts—that he has yet to show her…that he has yet to show anyone…Under the surface of Matt and Hannah’s domestic bliss, deeply buried secrets burn, and all of a sudden, the least foreseen obstacle threatens to shatter everything they’ve worked so hard for.
I absolutely devoured this ending to one of my favorite series of all time -- I couldn't put it down and as I turned the last page, all I could think was . . . perfect. You can also read my review of the second book in this series, Last Light, here. Both of the first two books in this series made my best of 2014 list, and I know the conclusion will be on my top ten list this year.
After Dark will be released tomorrow, March 24, 2015, you can purchase HERE, and I highly, HIGHLY recommend it!
Since I'd met Hannah, I wrote only about Hannah. That beautiful woman . . . my sweet little bird. Love is hysteria, and summer makes it worse. Heat spreads the fever. Madness.
"I'm having unsettling visions of domestic bliss. Remembering, too . . . the first time I drove out here, and you came running across the lawn." I pointed. Ghostly sadness gripped me. "God, I can still see it, the way you looked. I can smell that night, taste it. I know that . . ."
She touched my inner thigh. "Go on."
I kept pointing, searching for words.
"I know that I'll die with those memories in me. I know those are the kind of memories . . . that last." I focused on Hannah. Her face was vibrant, her expression unlike anything I had ever seen. I knew that whatever had been left unsaid, she understood. I also knew that the old cosmic trick was playing itself on me. The greatest cynics fall in love.