Release Blitz: At The Stroke Of Midnight: Tara Sivec

by - Tuesday, February 27, 2018


At the Stroke of Midnight

(Naughty Princess Club #1)

Tara Sivec
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Release Date February 27, 2018

Meet the Naughty Princess Club: a brand new series from USA Today bestselling author Tara Sivec that introduces readers to Fairytale Lane and the hilarity—and romance—that ensue when three women start a new business to make it rain.

Once upon a time Cynthia was the perfect housewife. Between being the President of the PTA and keeping her home spotless without a hair (or her pearls) out of place, her life was a dream come true. Her husband was once her knight in shining armor, but now he’s run off with all their money…and the babysitter.

Dressed as a princess at the annual Halloween block party on Fairytale Lane, she meets two other “princesses” also facing money troubles: antique store owner Ariel and librarian Isabelle. When the women are invited to wear their costumes to a party where they’re mistaken for strippers, Cindy, Ariel, and Belle realize that a career change could be the best way to make their money problems go bippity-boppity-boo.

But can structured Cindy approach a stripper pole without sanitizing wipes? And could the blue-eyed anti-prince that has been crossing her path become Cindy’s happily ever after? At the Stroke of Midnight is a hilarious, empowering story where princesses can save themselves while slaying in stilettos.
This is a funny, naughty, new twist on Disney Princesses and Princes. Cynthia has worked hard to rise from her trailer park roots to become a perfectly put together wife, mother, and PTA President. She had the perfect life, family, marriage, and financial situation...until it all fell apart. And now she is scrambling to keep up the facade and pay the bills.

Her unfiltered, outrageous, sexpot neighbor Ariel is not someone she would normally associate with. But they soon find themselves thrown together. And rounding out this new trio is the sweet, quiet, fact spouting, intelligent librarian, Isabelle. When they all show up at the neighborhood Halloween party as Princesses, they get an unexpected job opportunity. And even though it was not quite what they expected, it does spark an unlikely idea as a way for these three to earn money they all so desperately need.

Of course there are Princes or maybe Anti-Princes: PJ Charming is handsome, but intense, broody, and initially not so charming. Eric Sailor is the friendly, flirty, wealthy businessman. And there is a big, angry, burly-man named Beast as well.

This story puts together a perfect prude, mouthy vixen, and an introverted librarian, throws in some men with strong, opposing personalities, and places them in a strip club environment. Bring in some desperation, antagonism, agitation, attraction and sexual tension and watch it all simmer and threaten to combust. There is a thin line between hate, lust, and love and Cynthia and PJ are riding it.

At the core of this story is female empowerment, finding self worth and confidence, and reclaiming their lives....and having some fun, excitement, and satisfaction is a bonus. I loved how these unlikely friends came together and how they had chances to grow. And it is also a sexy and swoony, opposites-attract love story with fun dynamics and great chemistry. PJ managed to win me over once his true personality started to show.

This is a true Tara Sivec rom com with a bit of outrageousness and a lot of snark. It is a humorous, hot, dirty twisted modern fairy tale. I am looking forward to more with Ariel, Eric, Beast, and Belle.

I was gifted a copy by the author

What do a privileged housewife clinging to perception, a loudmouth divorcee, and a shy librarian have in common? Names that fit a princess persona and nothing to lose.

Cynthia was the perfect housewife and mother, at least she projected that image. But in reality, her husband ran off with the babysitter and she is about to lose the house. When she meets Ariel and Belle, all dressed as their namesake princesses for Halloween, and the three women are mistaken for strippers, a new plan hatches that could solve problems for all three of them.

Cindy has held it together as long as she could, but she can’t keep going as she has. I liked her drive to maintain normal, but it became clear that she wasn’t keeping up the perception nearly as well as she thought. I really like the direction her relationship with her daughter took, especially as Cindy started to change the direction of her choices.

PJ Charming is a hard hero. He comes off cold and rough, but as his character comes out I found myself really liking his addition. He was full of surprises, especially as his motives were revealed.

This was exactly what I have come to expect from Tara Sivec’s rom-coms and more. A little irreverent, a little crass, but a whole lot of funny wrapped up with well meaning characters, drama, and a compelling story. I loved this take on a fairytale, and the anti-princes that these women meet. The men are not perfect, not smooth, and not traditional heroes.

As the beginning of a new series, the characters are introduced with minimal backstories (in the case of the side characters) but enough meat to build anticipation about each successive story. I love all the parallels to Disney princess stories, from the names, to the personalities, to the backstories to a certain extent, with a naughty twist. I look forward to continuing this series and seeing more from these women.

I was gifted a copy in exchange for an honest review.
Closing my eyes, I take a few deep, calming breaths as I stand behind a black velvet curtain in the dimly lit backstage area. An erotic song that I don’t recognize plays through the club on the other side of the curtain, the heavy, thumping bass from the music vibrating through my body.
“You can do this. It’s just like you’ve been practicing. Close your eyes and pretend you’re just dancing in your bedroom,” I whisper to myself.
“Do you normally have over a hundred complete strangers in your bedroom watching you take your clothes off while dancing to a horrible ’80s song?”
My pep talk is interrupted and my eyes fly open to find my friend, Ariel standing next to me backstage. It still feels weird to call her my friend, considering a few months ago I had no desire to ever speak to her, let alone get to know her. But, she’s one of the reasons I’m standing here right now, getting ready to do something I never thought I’d do. Sure, it’s an unusual way to make your dreams come true, but everyone has to start somewhere.
“I took your advice and chose another song. But just so you know, ‘Eternal Flame’ by the Bangles is not a horrible eighties song. ‘Is this burning, an eternal flame’ is a beautiful and passionate lyric,” I argue with her, my voice rising to be heard over the catcalls, whistling, and clapping happening on the other side of the curtain, as the woman who went on before me finishes up her performance.
“If it’s burning eternally, it’s probably chlamydia,” Ariel deadpans.
“Is this your idea of pep talk?”
“Do you need a pep talk?” Ariel questions, with a confused look on her face.
“Have we met?!” I shout hysterically. “Do you think this is something I’m a hundred percent confident about right now? I feel sick. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I don’t think I’ve had enough practice.”
I start to back away from the curtain when she reaches out and grabs my arm to stop me from running as fast as I can off this stage and out of this club.
“You’ve had enough practice. You finally let your hair down, literally and figuratively,” she reminds me as I tentatively run my fingers through my long blond hair, which she recently convinced me to put caramel highlights in and which has been curled and teased and hangs around my shoulders and halfway down my back. “This is where your future begins, babe. Right here. On this stage. This is where you take back your life and give a giant fuck you to that dipshit of an ex-husband. And that hot piece of man meat out there in the audience who has no idea what’s about to hit him.”
My eyes start to burn as they fill with tears, and I quickly blink them back before they ruin the perfect cat-eye eyeliner and false lashes she applied for me in the dressing room an hour ago.
“That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I tell her with a sniffle.
“Just think: Instead of having that giant pole up your ass, you’ll have it in the palm of your hands and be swinging on it in about forty-five seconds,” she says with a smirk.​
“And then you go and completely ruin it,” I mutter with a shake of my head, taking another deep breath and turning away from her to face the curtains again.
“You’ll be fine. It’s two minutes and thirty-five seconds of your life. It will be over before you know it,” she reassures me with a pat on the back.
“I need my Clorox wipes,” I mumble nervously, bringing one hand up to my mouth and chewing nervously on my thumbnail.
She smacks my hand away and rolls her eyes.
“You do not need your Clorox wipes. That pole is clean. Ish. You know what? Don’t think about the pole and all the vaginas that have spun on it before you tonight. Think about how freeing this will be. Think about your business. Our business. Think about being independent and paying your own bills and banging the hot-as-balls man out in the audience who will most likely lose his shit when he sees you walk out on that stage,” she says with a wag of her eyebrows.

“I’m not going to . . . do that with him,” I reply indignantly, even though just the thought of being naked in a bed with that man makes me feel all warm and tingly.
“For fuck’s sake, you can say the word bang. God will not kill a kitten if you say the word bang. And you’re totally going to bang that man like a screen door in a hurricane. Especially when he sees you in this outfit,” she states, looking me up and down. “Well, the outfit you have on underneath that thing.”
I take a second to look down at myself and smile. He told me to never, ever wear this costume again, and I did it just to irritate him. And to see the look on his face when I take it off. I’m not the prude he thinks I am. I can change. I can be sexy and outgoing and do something completely outrageous and not in my comfort zone.
“I can do this,” I state with a nod of my head.
“Hell yeah you can!” Ariel cheers, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Just don’t trip and fall on your face in those ridiculously high heels. Biting it and smacking your face onto the stage is not hot.”
I glare at her, and she holds her hands up and begins backing away.
“You’ve got this. Shake your ass and make momma some money!” she shouts before disappearing around a corner to go out into the audience and cheer me on.
“Let’s give a great big round of applause to Tiffany! We’ve got an extra-special treat for you next. Get your dollar bills ready, folks. Straight from the castle, looking for her very own Prince Charming, is the hottest princess you’ll ever meet! Put your hands together for Cinderella!”
Letting out a long, slow breath, I grab onto the velvet curtain and yank it open, pasting a smile on my face and ignoring the butterflies flapping around in my stomach as I make my way on stage.
I can do this.
I’m going to go out there and show everyone that it’s possible for a housewife to make something of herself. Even if she has to make it by being a stripper.
Tara Sivec

Tara Sivec is a USA Today best-selling author, wife, mother, chauffeur, maid, short-order cook, baby-sitter, and sarcasm expert. She lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and looks forward to the day when they all three of them become adults and move out.

After working in the brokerage business for fourteen years, Tara decided to pick up a pen and write instead of shoving it in her eye out of boredom. Her novel Seduction and Snacks won first place in the Indie Romance Convention Reader's Choice Awards 2013 for Best Indie First Book and she was voted as Best Author in the Indie Romance Convention Reader's Choice Awards for 2014.

In her spare time, Tara loves to dream about all of the baking she'll do and naps she'll take when she ever gets spare time.

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