Stroke Of Midnight by K. Webster
Title: Stroke of Midnight
Author: K. Webster
Genre: New Adult
Publication Date: October 27th, 2020
From USA Today bestselling author K Webster comes a brand new forbidden romance that's going to leave you speechless.
Money can buy anything. And anyone.
As the head of the Constantine family, I'm used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding--I'm all those things.
When I discover the one woman who doesn't wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I'm intrigued. Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it.
I crave her tears, her moans, her submission. I pay for each one. And every time, she comes back for more.
When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if I'm willing to give her far more than cold hard cash. But love can have deadly consequences when it comes from a Constantine. At the stroke of midnight, that choice may be lost for both of us.
Reviewed by Melissa
A twist on a fairytale that only K Webster could write.
Stroke of Midnight is a bit of a forbidden romance featuring a younger woman and an older man. And let me tell you that Webster gets us right into the thick of things from the very get go. And OH MY it's wickedly delicious.
There were parts of me that seriously wasn't sure whether I wanted to love or hate the anti-hero in this one and I gotta say that I actually enjoyed the fact that I went back and forth. He's unapologetic about what he wants. What I also loved is the heroine, she chose what she wanted to do. And as this story moved along I ended up fulling shipping these two.
The more I read the more I loved and it has me wanting more.
I don’t want to clean.
I want to sit behind a desk and crunch numbers. Talk shop. Plan expansions. My dad is an economic analyst, which is what I want to be too. I’d always imagined us going into business together and heading up our own firm.
Cleaning won’t get me there.
I suppose playing nice with Manda the Maneater is my only resort at this point.
For the next hour, I rush through all the offices that don’t need much more than the trash cans emptied, and then make it to the CEO’s office. One day, I’ll have an office like Winston Constantine, but I won’t be some old fuddy duddy. I’ll be a boss babe with style. My employees will love me, because I imagine I’ll be cool as hell. Rather than hire a boring interior designer like whatever robot chose the furniture and décor for Halcyon, I’ll do it all myself.
I’m once again daydreaming of my future that seems more and more murky these days as I fumble through my email on my phone to find the code to get into Big Man’s office. Of all the offices, this one is the coldest and most boring. As though whoever Winston Constantine is, he doesn’t do any sort of work, but instead gazes out the windows all day.
Finally, I locate the code and punch it in.