Tensions rise, secrets grow bigger, and passions run deeper—and hotter—in Last Light, the second novel of the Night Owl Trilogy from bestselling author M. Pierce.
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.
Hidden away in the woods, Matt and Hannah strive desperately to maintain their ruse and their relationship—but their web of lies only tightens as Matt struggles with the consequences of his decision, and Hannah tries to escape Nate’s libel suit and fend off Seth’s advances…until Hannah is put in danger, and Matt must make a life or death choice.
Wow. Where to start? To be completely honest, I was a tiny bit nervous to read Last Light. That’s crazy talk, I know. Listen. I know M. Pierce is a brilliant writer. But. I did have little voice in my head that was scared. “What if you don’t love it as much as Night Owl? What if the sex isn’t as hot? What if M. doesn’t capture that magic that made Night Owl so special?” Well little voice … you can suck it! You were shut down, mocked, and kicked to the curb.
Oh M. I love this book more than Night Owl. How is that possible? The sex is even fucking hotter, if you can believe it. And that magic? It may have surpassed Night Owl. How?! How did you do this? M. Pierce, you did it again. You played with my heart … and since I’m randomly evoking pop songs …you came in like a Wrecking Ball and just destroyed that doubtful little voice.
Last Light was just more. More heart. More heat. More love. More emotion. More character development. More Nate. More tears. More story. It was spectacular. I raced through this book in one sitting. Another M. Pierce all-nighter for the win!
I’m being very careful because I do not want to give any spoilers, but it’s no secret that Matt fakes his death if you’ve read the epilogue of Night Owl or the various teasers for Last Light. I can tell you that M. does an exceptional job of telling this story. Spot fucking on. It was believable and real and true to Matt’s character. I loved getting to know Matt a little better in Last Light. He makes decisions that leave me shocked, shaking my head and just maybe wanting to smack him, but through it all I know that this is Matt. This is who he is and what he does (a little quote a la Seth). And I love him for it. I love his unapologetic behavior. He has his reasons. His obsessive love for Hannah continues to burn and their scenes together light the pages on fire. I’ve never met characters that I ache for like I do with Matt and Hannah.
Oh Hannah. She’s still my favorite kind of heroine. I adore her. I love her loyalty, kindness, passion, intellect, and let’s face it, she’s fucking sexy. Matt’s a lucky guy to have a woman like Hannah love him. Seeing Hannah evolve as Matt’s partner was really lovely. She doesn’t need to doubt her place in his life. She knows where she belongs. But there is quite a bit of angst with the separation and it will leave you breathless. Hannah actually stuns me quite a few times in the book. I was surprised by her behavior but found myself thinking, “YES! You go girl!” Or some other womanly call to power. Don’t fuck with my girl, Hannah.
Should we talk about the sex scenes? I always say Night Owl is a beautiful love story that just happens to have the hottest sex I’ve ever read … well. The same is true for Last Light. However, I need to revise that statement. Last Light has the hottest sex I’ve ever read. God. It is sexier, filthier, deeper, and even more left-hand inspiring. I mean. I was squirming and crossing my legs a lot reading these scenes. Damn. I need M. alone time.
I also adored the new supporting characters. Mel and Seth were delightful additions to the story. As I was reading about Seth, I couldn’t help wondering about my friends, Jennifer and Elise. Are you in love? Speaking of being in love. Nate. Ah Nate. Are you trying to kill me, M. Pierce? I fucking love Nate Sky. He’s perfect. He’s my ideal man. I love love loved the scenes with Nate. And Nate surprised me too! He’s got some fire in him yet. We’d make the best couple. Sigh.
I could go on, but I won’t. You should stop reading this review and go buy this book. Do it! Read it now. You’ll love it. You’ll be amazed that M. Pierce recaptured that magic. Night Owl wasn’t a fluke. M. Pierce is a seriously gifted writer and storyteller. I can’t wait to see this book climb to the top of all the lists. It will be an absolute pleasure watching this book’s success. And now I know for certain that I’m in very capable hands when I open a book written by M. Pierce.
P.s. I’m still waiting for the Angie & Nate spin-off. I can see us sipping scotch together … in a beautiful cabin in front of a fire … without any purple in sight.
I don’t even know how to start this review. It’s 5:00 am. I pretty much pulled an all nighter. JUST finished. And this is where we are.
M. Pierce. You have done it AGAIN. This is probably the hardest review I have written yet. I always feel like I will fail M, fail the devoted passionate readers. I feel my words simply will not do M or Last Light justice. But, I will try.
Have you ever had that feeling of waiting, wanting, needing?? Then when you finally get what you’ve been craving for, the rush, the excitement, like a crazed addict. Yeah, M. Pierce, your words are like a drug to me. I CANNOT GET ENOUGH!!!! And I don’t ever want to quit you. EVER.
Book 2 pretty much starts off with Matt not being dead. I think everyone knows that already, so no spoiler here. Matthew decides that it’s best to fake his own death due to the fact that his privacy, anonymity…..all gone. So he does. And Hannah agrees to this. Of course. The first thing I think is, lies. More lies. And lies never lead to anything good. So, during the midst of his “death” Hannah is forced to act as the grieving girlfriend. Which forces Hannah to lie. We are introduced to new characters in this book. Such as one Melanie Vanden Dries. I hated her. And liked her. MATT TOOK HER FOR ICE CREAM. ICE CREAM!!! I don’t know know why, but this little innocent thing pissed me the fuck off. Not to mention the few other things. And this is where, for the first time so far, I thought ASSHOLE. MATTHEW IS A LYING ASSHOLE. But God how I love that sweet, sexy, broken miserable gorgeous asshole. He was lonely. This is the mantra I kept repeating in my head. Over. And. Over. And speaking of assholes, we meet the middle Sky brother. Seth. I’m going to ask M to please skip over this part if you’re reading this and I apologize Matthew, please forgive me.
Seth. Holy fucking, cocky, arrogant, ROCKSTAR, ball of sexiness. And Asshole. I absolutely LOVED Seth. And, I’m going to just say it, but I would love for Seth to have his own book where he falls in love with a stripper/groupie named Candi. Anyway, don’t get me wrong, I did want to kick him in the balls and throat punch him. But hey, he’s a Sky. A beautiful sexy asshole. Seth and Matt don’t really seem to like each other. And I’m hoping to find out more about that too, in the future. Hannah is immediately attracted to Seth. Can you blame her? HELLOOO!! Rockstar.
But, I did blame her. She made choices. A couple VERY BAD BAD choices. I actually had to stop reading a few times because I was just blown away. Blank stare. Caught off guard. M REALLY pushed the comfort zone envelope with Last Light. One very particular scene….I wasn’t sure how I felt. I mean, I know what I felt when I read it, and at first I was embarrassed. I’m like how can I get turned on by THAT!! But…I did. I will admit. It was hot. And wrong. And sometimes wrong is just ohhhh soo fucking right. So yeah. I learned something new about me around 3 am.
I also have to point out that Last Light had A LOT of LOL moments. So many times I literally died laughing. In regards to Matt’s non-cooking skills.
“Ready in 10 minutes,” the bag claimed. “Just heat and serve!”
“Hell, I could heat and serve.”
I seriously have no words for this. Just pure true laughter. Ahh, poor Matt. I swear. This little part made me fall more in love with him. Not to mention his misshaped heart outline, his thoughtful attempt at the Xmas tree. All sad and slumped in the corner. These are the lil things that squeezed my heart. To Matt’s assholery ways, there is also compassion. Thoughtfulness. It’s a perfect balance.
And the sex in this book. And the dirty talking. Yeah. Matthew Sky is still the king of kink. I bow down to you. Also very glad that there was still phone sex. Yes. The phone sex, people. Sometimes more intimate, in my opinion, then the actual physical act. Imagination is a powerful thing.
I try hard not to do spoilers. And this is very challenging. So I will end this by saying, M. Pierce, you truly and honestly pushed my limits with this book. Things I never thought about, things I always stood by, you had me second guessing everything about myself. And to me, that is amazing writing. When a book, an author, can make you step out of your safe and secure comfort zone, push those limits, and leave you wide open. Yeah. That is what this book did to me. And also thank you for a little bit more gentler ending.
Nothing was thrown this time. I have mad, mad love and respect for you M. Thank you for another amazing and kick ass book. And I can’t wait for After Dark!!!
Is it too soon to start an official countdown? I kid. I kid. Kinda.
M. Pierce, you little devil. I knew I wouldn’t be disappointed. I committed all Seven Deadly Sins reading Last Light. Any author who has me searching their erotic novel for biblical allusions like I’m deciphering the Dead Sea Scrolls is my hero. I may need a Bible study lesson soon.
I read this book like someone was going to come in any minute and demand I give it up. So many times the sequel doesn’t live up to the original–not this time. The beauty of the writing is mind boggling. I have waited a year to find out what happened to Matthew Sky and it was worth every hour, minute, and agonizing second. My theories were so boring compared to what actually happened, and my emotions were all over the place. Let’s just say, the ride I went on was not at all what I was expecting.
So, let me tell you what I wasn’t expecting. Shall I do a list?
Yes, I think I shall.
This is my “Things I Didn’t Expect List.” Haha. I’m hoping that ends up on someone’s “Most Boring Last Light List Names” list. Anyways…
1. At the risk of sounding insane, I love Matthew Sky like he’s real. He is in my top spot of “God, I want you to be real and fall in love with me.” I would be embarrassed about that if I had any shame, but I don’t. We all do this; admit it. My beloved Matt took me by surprise in Last Light. He is one of the most complex, beautifully written characters I’ve read. It’s heartbreaking at times to see the depth of his emotions. And *gasp* for the first time, I was upset with him. What the hell, Matt? Matt was really fleshed out, as were all the characters, and I had a few issues with him when we were given a deeper glimpse into his mind. The hell you say? Believe me, no one was more shocked than me to have this reaction. He pranced right up to what I’ll call my “You cross this line and we’re done” line and wiggled his toes right over it– Almost daring me to question his actions; lessen my love for him. Lucky for him, I just moved that line back a little further each time.
A psycho, they called me. They were right. They were wrong. They couldn’t come close to my fire. They couldn’t touch my heart.
Let me explain why I move that line for Matthew Robert Sky, Jr. He’s not your typical “book hero” and I love him because of that. And because I love him, I will always move that line. Simple as that. I know he’s flawed (understatement of the year), I accept it, and I don’t want him to be perfect. I want him to shock me. And sweet Jesus does he ever. But his heart is good, and I know that he would move heaven and earth to be with Hannah. He may have made me mad but the next minute my chest was aching for him.
That’s how it goes, right? You are who people decide you are.
I will always move that line for him. Always. Because he deserves it.
Speaking of Hannah…
2. A reversal happened here for me. While reading Night Owl I was constantly empathizing with Matt. This time around, it was Hannah’s turn. She is one of the most like able heroines I’ve read and I just want her to have her happiness. She is the light to Matt’s dark, and I was pissed for her. Hannah had a lot to deal with and I was not looking forward to what was going to be revealed to her.
Always hurting me to get what he wanted, even when I was the thing he wanted.
She is selfless when it comes to Matt, so I was glad to see her call him out on a few things. Her pain was my pain. But then, my sweet Hannah had to go and… make. me. move. that. line. for. her. too. My stomach was a big ball of nerves…
Which brings me to…
3. Seth Sky. Um, hello Seth. I wasn’t expecting to dislike this character so much …and then become so attracted to him. I have a lust/hate relationship with Seth. Seth was a very riveting character and to my dismay I ended up connecting with him. You know he’s hiding all the good things under that smart ass, sexy, rock god, tattoo’d exterior. I’m suddenly feeling disloyal to Matt because of one line from Seth. Sometimes a line strikes a chord with you and this one stuck with me.
He draws people in without even trying. Puts them under a spell. And then he does what he always does-lies or disappears-and you break on the rocks you were too dazed to see.
Aaaand now I’m having to move that red line back for myself for Seth causing me to want to sleep with him and question Matt. Lucifer indeed. Good heavens…
Now let’s talk sex, it is erotica after all…
4. Matt and Hannah have a chemistry like no other; they are beautiful together. Their sex scenes are so well written and detailed I feel like I’m in a threesome with them. I’m amazed that even “Get on my dick” has the ability to make me want to do just that. Matt’s dirty mouth once again has the power to make me blush and keep him secure in my top spot.
Mm, turn over. I want to finger your ass.
I could read a whole book with just him stroking himself. All the sex scenes are freakishly hot, but one in particular, you’ll know when you get there, had me wondering if I even have any boundaries. I’m thinking I don’t. It was intense, and I was so turned on that once again I found myself moving back that red line…
5. I was not happy with this Melanie person. Call me territorial, but I did not like the friendship between her and Matt. I felt my hackles rise over the developing intimacy between them. Don’t be sharing that beautiful story that broke my heart with her over ice cream. And for sure don’t be smiling and laughing with her. Now I’m pissed again. Great. She’s sweet and was a dynamic new character integral to the story, but … No. Just no. *retracts claws*
Even though I was tortured and pissed at times, I love these characters so much; they are a part of me now. This sequel was phenomenal and I couldn’t have asked for a better continuation. Like it’s predecessor, Night Owl, Last Light is filled with gorgeous lines that gave me chills.
The answer came to me as if it had only been waiting for the question. Because happiness is useless to me. Because I need agony and heat in my life.
M. Pierce is the master manipulator at writing–making me question my beloved, and then making me want to whisk him away and protect him. The plot is intelligent, fast paced, witty, sexy as hell and Last Light currently sits next to Night Owl as my favorite book. Now I have to start my wait for After Dark, but I’m okay with that because I’m going to be so sad to let these characters go. If you haven’t read these books, I can’t recommend them enough. If you have, I know you loved them. I really don’t want to have to move that line again.
And to you, M. Pierce, I say–“Do not be afraid; keep on speaking, do not be silent.” You were born to write.
I opened this book like Charlie opened his chocolate bar when he found a golden ticket.
Many times a book comes about that you love. Love madly. It leaves you wanting more. We have all been wanting more since Night Owl. #Favorite. Would this “more” we crave be delivered though? Will any fucking book live up to Night Owl? M. Pierce’s Last Light didn’t follow the trend where sequels fall short. I dare say, Last Light was better. Wuuuuut?! I know, right? Better I tell you!
The characters in Last Light impress me. I feel like I learned so much more about Hannah, Matt, and their relationship. We meet some new people as well. I hate saying too much, but let me tell you… these characters play pivotal roles and will blow your mind. I had so many love/hate moments. It’s a roller coaster ride to say the least.
I had a lot of guesses on where M. was going to take this plot. SO MANY THEORIES. The basics of it? I got. *high fives* There is so much though. SO MUCH. The details of this story are fucking brilliant. The journey you take as you flip (or slide) your pages will leave you laughing, breathless, squirming, smiling, and feeling deep emotions. From the meta references, to the poetic prose, to the pure wit of it all… there was nowhere for me to be disappointed. (Except for the lack of a plush sloth, but I’ll let that one go. For now.) I’ve never had a writer allow me to feel so much through their reading.
I’ll just say it- the sex in Last Light is the best. Ever. The love, the emotions, the unfiltered, raw passion of Matt and Hannah…
One thing that is crazy and amazing is how with all the lying in this book, it’s somehow about honesty to me. I think the reason many of us as readers so easily get on board with “asshole Matt” is because we know his ways are human. Beyond the sexy, caring, adorableness that he is- he is indeed a jackwang. Haven’t we all been there though? The flaws in M.’s characters remind us of ourselves, of life, of relationships that are REAL. I applaud this.
I want to quote the hell out of this book and give you all details, but I feel there is plenty out there. Reading Last Light is an experience. I didn’t read any reviews before reading Last Light because I wanted my experience. I’m writing this review in a way that I dare not take any of that away from someone who hasn’t read it. BUT YOU NEED TO READ IT. I never thought reading could change your life, but it can. The ripples that the Night Owl Trilogy have caused in my life are astounding. Read this book. Oh, and pre-order After Dark, yo. *starts new countdown*
M. Pierce, you were born to write, and I am forever grateful you share that writing with us. Gold Star Bun.
Matt insisted on carrying me to the bathroom. I hugged his neck.
“Matt, you realize I can walk with a black eye, right?”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” He set me on the counter and I squeaked; the marble was frigid under my bare bottom.
He dropped one of my bath bombs in the tub and watched it fizz and color the water purple. Once, I managed to convince
Matt to use a bath bomb with me. It was called a “sex bomb” and it was supposed to “put us in the mood” with “exciting
scents” and “natural pheromones.” I grinned at the memory. As soon as Matt realized the bomb was coating his skin in
sparkles, he leapt out of the tub ranting about “looking Twilighty” and “smelling like a girl.”
“What’re you grinning at?”
“You.” I smiled. “And this bath, which is such a transparent effort to avoid saying
goodbye. Sweet… but transparent.”
Matt frowned and paced the small space of the bathroom. Ha! I was right. Matt planned to leave me in the tub and
My poor, adorable night owl—he really had issues with goodbyes.
“No,” he mumbled. “Maybe…”
“Can I induce you to stay a little longer?” I uncrossed my legs deliberately and spread them. Matt watched. He
folded his arms and tilted his head.
“How does your cheek feel?”
“They’re cold.” I grinned.
“And you say I’m bad.” He slid me off the sink and turned me. I watched our reflection through the patchy steam on
the mirror. Matt—God, he was so tall, and the look on his face was arresting. He wanted me. I knew that look.