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O'Neill, Lindsey Bayer Reviews For MIDNIGHT BECOMES YOU by Michelle O'Neill & Lindsey Bayer Grade A! "Sexy and hot a page-turner I wasn't expecting. The tension and heat between Lyric and Lucifer could move mountains-literally. Well worth the read!"~ Simply Romance Reviews "Having had the pleasure of reading other compilations by Michelle O'Neill and Lindsey Bayer I wasn't at all surprised at the exciting tale of a woman with uncontrollable powers and her attempts at love. Midnight Becomes You was an interesting story about two gifted individuals on opposite sides of the control spectrum that come together in a clash of wills...I hope this duo continues to provide readers with more interesting tales and that there is a coming soon book on the horizon." Fallen Angel Reviews 4 Blue Ribbons! "The heat this couple gives off when they come together is nothing less than an inferno and the love scenes have an intense sensuality. Michelle O'Neill and Lindsey Bayer are a creative duo who has penned a terrific tale that will have readers coming back for more." Romance Junkies Midnight Becomes You by Michelle O-Neill and Lindsey Bayer: 3 Stars! "The fast pace of this sexy supernatural adventure will hook you from the beginning. The paranormal elements are original and entertaining, but the brevity of the story may leave you wanting more. Sparks fly between the main couple -- literally -- and their psychic power is high voltage. But the heroine is so irritating it's difficult to imagine what the hero sees in her." - Reviewed by Gail Pruszkowski for Romantic Times BOOKreviews Sample Chapter For MIDNIGHT BECOMES YOU by Michelle O'Neill & Lindsey Bayer Lucifer’s office was huge and furnished entirely in black leather. Lyric stepped inside and was immediately impressed by the room’s energy. It swept over her like a summer heat wave, making her skin flush. It did not quite give her the warm, calm feeling that she had gotten from Hank. Instead, it was more like an arching energy; sharp, biting, electrical. Without thinking, she moved closer to Hank. Lucifer sat behind a black lacquer desk watching them with pale gray eyes. He was a large, powerful man with long black hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. He was stunningly handsome in a diabolical kind of way. There was also something oddly sexual about him, like he’d already slept with her and was looking forward to doing it again. She met his gaze and was drawn in by it—consumed by it. Feeling heat rising in her face, she glanced away. She’d felt sinful just looking at him. “Lyric,” Hank said, breaking the spell. “This is our Chief of Special Operations, Lucifer Tanner. He’ll be your instructor.” A light sweat broke out on her temples. “Hi,” she managed, not sure if she should walk forward and shake his hand. She decided to stay right where she was. Lucifer stood up and walked around to the front of his desk. He wore an expensive-looking, dark gray suit that accentuated his massive shoulders. He leaned against the desk and locked his gaze on Hank. “Can you leave us alone for a few minutes, please?” Hank squeezed her upper arm reassuringly. She resisted the urge to grab him and stop him from leaving. “I’ll leave you in your instructor’s capable hands,” he said with a wink and a grin. Then he was gone and she was alone. Lucifer studied her and stroked his goatee thoughtfully. He looked like he was considering stripping her naked. Lyric shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t know what to do with her hands and her mouth was parched. She folded her arms across her chest and felt a little less vulnerable. “Do you understand why you’re here?” he said in a deep, seductive tone. Lyric felt like she’d been sprung with a surprise quiz. Anxiety rolled around in her gut. He knows I don’t have any powers. They all know, they’re just being polite by interviewing me. “Yes,” she said, trying to sound confident. “Of course I do.” His eyes sparked with amusement. “Explain why then.” Lyric frowned. “What? Why I’m here?” “That’s right.” She shifted her weight to her other foot. “I scored well on some kind of test that I wasn’t even aware I had taken.” “That test,” he said, “is the Kroner PSI test. It measures clairvoyant ability, and it’s never wrong. The fact that people don’t realize they’re taking it helps validate the results.” “Well, I think it might be wrong this time. I don’t think I have any more clairvoyant ability than anyone else.” He pushed off from the desk and stalked toward her. He towered over her and Lyric forced herself to look him in the eye. God, he’s tall. What is this guy, six-one, six-two? He smiled with perfect teeth, lazy and sexual. “That’s what we’re going to find out.” Holding his hands out to her, palms up, he said, “Take my hands.” A rush of fear raced through her. She licked her lips and unfolded her arms. Taking a deep breath, she reached out and placed her hands in his. The vision was intense and immediate. She was naked in a bed she didn’t recognize, covered in sweat. A man was kissing her belly, dragging wild kisses across the landscape of her flesh. She loved it, she loved him. She forced herself to control her breathing. Not too fast, try to relax. This isn’t real. The man kissing her had a face. She looked down into it. It was Lucifer. The vision was high emotion and she could smell and feel everything. She could feel his touch on her skin as he eased himself up over her body and nestled his hips between her legs. Stumbling backward, she pulled her hands out of his.
She glared at him. He raised an eyebrow and retreated behind his desk to his office chair. “What did you see?” Images of them making love flooded back to her, making her body tense with lust. “You know what I saw. I am not interested in participating in your sick games. I just want to leave now!” She turned toward the door. Lucifer moved up behind her and grabbed her shoulder. She spun back toward him and he released her. He held his arms up in a gesture of surrender and took a step back. “Honest, Lyric, I don’t know what you saw. I don’t have that ability,” he said. “Oh, really? Then what kind of ability do you have?” She tried to quell the knife-edge in her voice. He grinned at her. Suddenly, a chair to her left slid along the floor and settled in front of his desk. “Relax,” he said softly. A surge of intense heat moved through her body bringing gooseflesh up on her skin. Her heart rate sped up as she rose from the floor and moved through the air. The movement was slow and she fought down her rising panic. He told you to relax. If you fight it, he might drop you. When she reached the chair, he lowered her into it. Lyric could hear herself panting from the rush. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. They were quiet for a long time. Finally, he said, “That’s what my ability is.” |