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“Hargrove packs a punch straight to the heart in Craving Midnight. It’s a twisted and sexy read.…A perfect combination of intrigue, lust, darkness, and steam.” —HJ Bellus, USA Today Best Selling Author
“A.M. Hargrove goes outside the box in this darker more emotional read. This is a beautiful novel that takes you down a past that is beyond what a normal or not so normal individual should endure.”—Shasta, Goodreads Reviewer
“I was hooked by this book from the beginning and devoured it in two sittings. If you want feels, I assure you this read will give them to you.”—Courtney, Goodreads Reviewer
She’s a starlet with secrets. He makes scandals go away. Together, they’ll make sparks fly…
Midnight Drake’s squeaky clean reputation has suddenly taken a nosedive. She’s horrified after she wakes up naked from a drugged stupor, but the worst is yet to come. She just found three sex videos on her phone of a night she can’t remember. Midnight wonders if her promising new career will go up in smoke …
Harrison Kirkland cleans up Hollywood’s sordid messes for a living, and he’s never met a scandal he couldn’t contain. But when he’s assigned to fix the sultry Midnight’s problems, he never expected to get dragged in after her…
Behind Midnight’s diva exterior, Harrison discovers a mysterious woman with a web of secrets he can’t untangle. The deeper he’s pulled into her world, the stronger his desire for her grows, but can he handle the truth about her past? If he’s not careful, the next heart that’ll need fixing… will be his…
Craving Midnight is a red-carpet ready contemporary romance novel. If you like steamy chemistry and flawed characters with compelling secrets, then you’ll love A.M. Hargrove’s pulse-pounding story.
*This book contains sensitive subject matter that may not be suitable for all readers.
**This is a stand alone, full length novel.
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Excerpt
A veil drops over her eyes and the laugh disappears. Whatever happened in therapy opened up too many old wounds she won’t show me. Right now, anyway. Then I think about what just took place between us, and I question my own sanity. What the fuck was I thinking? Sex and business should never mix. I broke one of my cardinal rules. I didn’t just break it, I pulverized the damn thing, and it’s now scattered into dust. Maybe I should pretend it didn’t happen.
But I can’t do that. And why? Because it was the most epic sex of my life. And it was with Midnight, someone I’ve developed feelings for. How the hell did that happen?
Leaning down, I take my tongue and give her pussy one last, long swipe. Then I stand and go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I’m done, I pick up my discarded clothes and get dressed. Her eyes practically burn through the skin on my back, which isn’t exactly the most comfortable feeling.
Before I leave, I walk next to the bed. “I’ll be back tomorrow around the same time. And don’t tell me you didn’t like what happened between us. If you do, I’ll call you a fucking liar,” I say. I want to kiss her, but I don’t. Instead, I tug at one of her nipples and the response is immediate. She sucks in her breath and my dick twitches in my pants. I have to get out of here before I strip off my jeans and push said dick back inside her swollen pussy. I’m pretty fucking sure she’d be willing too.
On my way out, she says, “Tomorrow, I want Italian. Make it spaghetti Bolognese. And find a place that serves the best. If you’re going to fuck me like this, I need to keep up my strength.”
The corners of my mouth curve up. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else?”
“Yes. A bottle of Barolo, a Caesar salad, and some great bread. You pick the bread. And butter, none of that olive oil. Bread needs butter.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Not at all. You have the opportunity to choose your own entrée because I never share.”
I chuckle. “Dessert?”
“Surprise me.”
I’d like to surprise her, but I don’t think I have a single trick up my sleeve that she hasn’t seen or experienced. That should bother me, but it doesn’t. At least not yet.
