Title: Taken
Series: Voyeur #1
Authors: Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 24, 2017
Blurb
I was drugged.
Now, I've woken up in
a dark, luscious room.
A deviant playground.
I'm not alone.
The person that was
drugged and taken with me is here, too.
My confidant.
Someone that I had
come to see as a brother.
My best friend.
Suddenly, there's a
voice coming through the speakers, telling us we've both been chosen to die.
The only way out? Do
everything we're told to do.
This person wants to
watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, "I want to see you
come."
It's simple: either
we f*ck, or die.
Taken is the first novella in the Voyeur series by N.
Isabelle Blanco and Elena M. Reyes. I had never read anything by these two authors
before, but once I read the blurb, I was sold! It sounded like just the kind of
dark, depraved story I love to read. More twisted than I imagined, intense, bloody,
and intriguing, it definitely did not disappoint!
Two people are kidnapped from their homes and wake up in a
luxurious room drugged and scantily clad where they are ordered around by a
disembodied voice coming through speakers in the walls. There is no doors and
seemingly no way out. Blood is seeping from under one of the walls, and every
so often they hear moans and screaming coming from somewhere beyond the room which
just serves as a source of more anxiety.
Ivy and Noah are best
friends, and while having each other is their only source of comfort, that fact
is used against them. The person behind this sick scenario threatens each of
their lives if they don’t comply with all of their demands most of which are
sexual in nature. No matter what they want, it’s becomes clear that they are going
to have to either have sex and perform other sexual acts with an audience or be
tortured and die!
Taken is one hell of a novella! The story enraptured me
right away, kept me captivated throughout, and the end left me practically
salivating for more! My imagination was running as wild as Ivy and Noah’s the
whole time I was reading. I wanted to know who was behind this perverted little
plan, why they targeted our two main characters, and what the reason was behind
it all. There is a big cliffhanger at the end of the book, so if you don’t like
that, pass this one on by! My friend described it as leading someone to climax,
but then stopping just as you are about to orgasm, and I couldn’t have put it any
better myself! Lucky for me, I enjoy a little deprivation now and again. It
makes the payoff so much sweeter! If you like your stories deliciously
disturbing, dirty, and addictive, and cliffhangers that drive you mad with anticipation
aren’t a deal breaker for you, I recommend this one to you!!
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Excerpt
Sweat beads at my brow as the breath whooshes out of me. I’m bent over, arms dangling down. Beneath
me, the most delicious, hardest length I’ve ever felt presses into my mound. I
want to rock against it.
I can’t move.
He won’t let me.
He keeps me like this, draped over his lap, immobile.
The sound of a strike reverberates throughout the room, but
silence remains. No noise. It isn’t allowed.
Moisture drips from my every pore, and yet, I’m focused on
this one drop as it gathers at the center of my forehead. Becomes bigger.
Everything’s out of control.
Crazed.
Hyper-awareness consumes my every breath.
I count to ten and it falls to the ground.
A small splat no one will ever hear. And yet, I do. The
sound as it hits the floor causes my breathing to stutter and skin to prickle
with goose bumps.
“The last ten, love,” Noah whispers, his hand massaging the
heated flesh beneath his fingertips. It hurts, but the pain is replaced by a
yearning so strong that I whimper in his lap.
Like a bitch in heat I arch and ask for more.
His touch.
His desire.
To make this burning within my veins stop.
With one hand he gathers the hair at my nape and forces my
head back. A harsh tug—I’m in his control—forces my eyes to his. Hooded dark
blue eyes look at me with concern, but behind their depths I see another
emotion burning.
Lust.
His want mirrors my own. This perversion is awakening
something darker from within. It grows—chokes us, because behind it all we were
meant to end up like this. My body at his hands. In his control.
Those hungry eyes look at me. Silent communication. Are you
okay?
I blink back a please and the asshole smirks. Aware of what
I need even as my mind fights the sins I have laid bare to his eyes.
My release is so close. A fresh round of arousal drips from
my core and onto his boxers.
I’m positioned over his lap, ass up, and the very tip of his
cock is against my hip. He’s hard. Jerks against me when I gyrate against his
length.
“Please,” I beg aloud this time and his hold on my hair
tightens. The hand kneading my ass cheek spreads me open to look at my
depravity. At what his own hands have caused.
That thong, that minuscule piece of fabric, can’t hide what
this game is doing to me. The evidence, slick and inviting, is on his lap.
I shift against his cock and he hisses. “Be still!”
A crackle follows his command and we both shiver. Each time
it appears, things change, become more.
Dangerous.
Frantic.
Wicked.
“Very good my pets, but the audience wants more. Lose the
panties, but without her standing up. Be creative, and there will be a reward.”
I exhale shakily. “Do it.”
“Are you sure?” As the word leave his lips, those same
fingers that a minute ago exposed me to his eyes, now hold my panties in his
grip. He doesn’t wait for a reply. A tug
follows his question, the sound of fabric stretching meets my ears, and I nod.
Another pull and I feel every welt that forms on my skin
from the rough treatment. The sole sounds in the room are his harsh breathing
and mine. Loud exertion, but at the same time desperate for more.
What else could I say? No. Please don’t?
It would’ve been a bullshit lie and we both know it. The
voice commands and we follow. It asks and we accept our fate.
There’s a sick part of me that relishes in this madness.
Craves him. My Noah.
We have been dealt our cards; there is no escape. We must
accept our fate.
Either we fuck each other, or we die.
Either we fuck each other, or we die.
Elena M. Reyes
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is
the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she
would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of
art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she
could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth
grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E.
Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with
hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst
to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her
husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and
letting her characters grow.
N. Isabelle Blanco
N. Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the
Allure Series, the Need Series with K.I. Lynn, and many others. At the age of
three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she
began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an
extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every
aspect of her life.
That is, until coffee came a long and took over everything
else.
Nowadays, N. spends most of her days surviving the crazy New
York rush and arguing with her characters every ten minutes or so, all in the
hopes of one day getting them under control.
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