Stroke of Midnight Blog Tour & Review
Stroke of Midnight by K Webster is now live!
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.
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I certainly won’t be reading my kids this flippin’ fairytale. But this momma sure loved this bedtime story. This Cinderella-ish like story is captivating and naughty. It’s an oh so devishly dirty and delicious age-gap romance and is perfection in the most alpha and erotic ways.
Winston, the charming and gorgeously irresistible villain and Ash Elliott who he has so appropriately named his “Cinderelliott.” It’s not a dirty rags to riches story, it’s a coming into your own with your perfectly filthy perverse partner. It’s about discovery and acceptance of just how deep your desires run and being okay with the lengths in which you will go to give into them.
You will be instantly allured by Ash and her foul mouthed fairy god daddy as they come up with a taboo and deviant arrangement that works out to be mutually beneficial for both of them. I enjoyed every second of reading how they worked out the kinks in their arrangement as they went along. 😏
Ash and Winny will test their boundaries, toe the lines of what some of society would consider morally acceptable, at least in their circles and in the end others may hold their desires over their heads. In the beginning this was an agreement with no feelings involved, but will that remain true the longer they’re involved? Just how far will they go to protect each other?
The entire cast of secondary characters, from Winson’s brother Perry, Ash’s dad, step-mom, and horrible triplet step brothers, and most of all Shrimp, my favorite bird ever!! All make this book unpredictable, unputdownable, and unforgettable.
This book has so much going on with our fierce and feisty heroine Ash to the alphahole Winston. You will run the gamut of emotions. It’s so hot, and frustrating. It’s devastating and enraging. One minute my heart is all ooey gooey and the next I’m all raged. It.Was.Awesome.lol Dang that Cliffy though! You still must read it!! ⭐️🖤⭐️🖤⭐️🖤⭐️🖤⭐️
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya!! 🖤
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.
It’s like twelve numbers long, and I fail a few times before it grants me entry. With a sigh of frustration, I push the door open and drag my rolling cart in after me into the dark office. I hit the light switch with my elbow and leave my cart in front of the door to prop it open. I fidget with the dumb uniform skirt I have to wear and wonder if anyone would notice if I wore jeans instead.
I grab the duster and make a beeline over to the painting on the wall. It’s the best part of the office besides the cool desk that moves up and down and the windows overlooking the most picturesque parts of New York City. I touch the bottom of the frame to check for dust. As I imagined it to be, there’s not a speck.
I’m just moving to the bookshelves when I hear a creak.
“You’re supposed to clean it, not pretend,” a deep, furious voice growls, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
“What the fuck, man?” I snap, whirling around, dropping my duster in the process. “You can’t just sneak up…” I trail off as I drink in the man sitting in the desk chair.
Was he here the whole time?
But there’s nothing creepy about his looks. He’s not a fuddy duddy either, if this is Winston Constantine. He’s fine as hell.
Older. Dressed to the nines in a three-piece navy suit that looks custom-tailored and expensive. A handsome, villainous smirk on his face. His dark blond hair is shorter on the sides and longer on top, styled perfectly, making it look as though he came from a photoshoot at Gucci or something. Just enough scruff to give him an edge despite his otherwise clean-cut appearance. It’s his eyes that are mesmerizing.
Dark blue. Intense. Penetrating.
For some reason, it makes me think about my ex-boyfriend, Tate. The exact opposite of this man. Soft and sweet and gullible. Tate and I were a high school thing, but the moment we graduated a couple of weeks ago, we amicably broke it off knowing we were headed in different directions. This guy looks anything but soft, sweet, or gullible.
He looks scary.
But still scary.
I clear my throat. “Sorry. I’ll just empty your trash and be out of your way.”
“No,” he rumbles, his voice dripping in a menacing tone. “I’ve been waiting for you. It’s time we chat, little girl.”
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Meet K Webster
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in “”Tornado Alley”” with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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