Title: Talking After Midnight (Plum Orchard #3)
Author: Dakota Cassidy
Release Date: June 24th 2014
Publisher: Harlequin Mira
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Shields up, sugar—things in Plum Orchard are about to get real.
Marybell Lyman is notorious for two things:
Her look. The wicked hairstyle, multiple piercings and practiced sneer that say: "Stay back—I bite."
Her voice. The syrupy lilt that's her bread and butter at Call Girls, the prim little town's flourishing phone-sex company.
Hunky handyman Taggart Hawthorn is mesmerized by the contradiction: such sweet tones inside such a spiky shell! He wants to know more about mysterious Marybell, to hear more of her sexy talk—all for himself.
But Tag's attentions, delicious as they are, have Marybell panicked. She's been hiding a long time. She's finally got a home, a job and friends she adores. She won't have it all snatched away by another stupid mistake—like falling in love. So when Marybell's past comes calling, she and the Call Girls will prove no one handles scandals like a Southern girl!
What happens when Taggart Hawthorne, a guy who had a drinking problem because of his cheating fiancé together with facing bankruptcy, and Marybell Lyman, a girl who has a wall around her so high, a girl who hides behind Goth make-up and multi-colored hair falls in love with each other? Disaster of course, especially after one of them finds out they’re indirectly involved with the reason his/her life is a mess.
It was hard to follow at first since I’m not used to third person point of view. It was a bit confusing at the first part on who’s talking or whose name corresponds with the descriptions. It got confusing reading them all together in a scene. Second reason is that I haven’t read the first and second one so I don’t know who’s who and where’s where. It could’ve been nice if there was a short recap on what happened before the Talking After Midnight or just a brief intro of the story. And lastly, my copy was in a PDF form and I needed an ePub. Either I have to read it on my computer or read it on my device with very small print. I chose the latter one. Although I have written dislikes, it was not subjective to the whole book.
The zombie reference gave the book so many points (I’m a zombie fanatic), especially mentioning my favorite zombie show and awesome zombie fighters. I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t know what the heck bologna is. HA! Anway, I’m really against women chasing after men but since I love the story I can’t stop reading. I love the scandal that the story revolved around on. It was controversial as well, so it was a huge revelation for the plot. There was a whole story to MB’s secretive past and the phone sex company. The Call Girls made it hilarious and more enjoyable. I love Em’s fierceness and the loyalty of the Call Girls to Marybell. It was nice that their friends and family were very supportive. I most definitely love the sisterhood between the Call Girls. It also tackles something the society should change. The gossip that ruins lives, news that isn’t verified, social crucifixion of people, and prosecution of the media.
TALKING AFTER MIDNIGHT is a fun, sexy & heart wrenching tale of despair, betrayals and that everything is not what it seems.
Her goals in life are simple, (like really simple): banish the color yellow forever, create world peace via hot rollers and Aqua Net; and finally, nab every tiara in the land by competing in the Miss USA, Miss Universe, and Miss World pageants, then sweeping them in a stunning trifecta of much duct tape and Vaseline usage, all in just under one week. Oh, and write really fun books!
She loves people, loves to chat and would love it if you'd come say hello to her on the Yahoo! group she shares with two other terrific authors at—The Truth About Big Hair, Books and Babes. Join Dakota and friends in the chaos and send an email to TTABBBemail@example.com or visit her website.
Dakota lives in Texas with her two sons, her mother, more cats and dogs than the local animal shelter and has a boyfriend who puts the heroes in her books to shame.