Midnight Man

This book’s boinking is bonkers.

The first time the two leads have sex, a day after they first meet, it’s against a wall and the hero is clinging so tightly to the bricks they begin to crumble. Just like the heroine does as the moment the hero, who has a dick like a large steel bar, plunges into her.

The second time the two go at it, this happens:

Afterwards, she never knew how long it lasted. An hour, two hours, all night. There was no way of telling. He rammed into her mercilessly, endlessly, using the full strength of his body. On and on in a steady, driving rhythm. The bed creaked so much with the force of his thrusts she was vaguely surprised it didn’t collapse. No limits.

And there seemed to be no limits to the pleasure he was able to call forth from her. She climaxed over and over again, completely out of control of her own body.

So. If you’re looking for a super charged erotic romance and you enjoy don’t mind heroes who are part caveman, this book is for you. It’s one of those reads that should come with a fan.

Midnight Man is, marginally, about more than sex. It also has a somewhat zany plot: Gorgeous interior decorator Suzanne Barron finds herself pursued by deranged killers for reasons. Luckily for her, she’s just met (and banged) ex SEAL John Huntington who, in addition to being huge, hung, and hungry for her love, is a whiz at protection (not the birth control kind, sadly). The bad guys come for Suzanne, John sweeps her up and takes her to a deserted cabin where no one can find them and he can f*ck her nonstop. In between coitus, he uses the internet and his friend Bud, the hero from the quite good Midnight Run, to figure out who the bad guys and and why they are determined to kill sweet Suzanne. There are shootouts, odd interjections from a psychopath, and fairly clueless Feds. It’s all very fast, not very believable, and just as fun as a weak episode of Line of Duty.   

There’s not really much more to this short, very sexxed up novel. Suzanne is a bit vapid but it’s possible all the sex she’s suddenly having–she, of course, is one of those women whose previous romances have been, um, unstimulating–has made her forget her personality. (She is amazing at describing colors however. Like off the charts crazy good.) John is an ALPHA MALE, the sort of guy who when he first meets Suzanne thinks that he needs to f*ck her as soon as possible and how happy is that she doesn’t wear a wedding ring.

Good. No other man had her and now that he’d spotted her, no other man was going to get her. Not until he’d finished with her and that was going to take a long, long time.

OK, dude. I guess you do you.

Despite all this, I had a good time reading Midnight Man. It’s over the top, silly, and very hot–the romance novel version of a deep fried Snickers bar. (I once had one at the State Fair. It was astonishingly good and I’ve never felt any need to have another.) Because, really who, at some point, wouldn’t want (to read about) a man whose lust makes him gouge out holes in a wall? You only live once.