Cover Reveal: Taken by Elena M. Reyes & N. Isabelle Blanco
Cover Reveal
Taken (#1 Voyeur Series)
by: Elena M. Reyes & N Isabelle
Blanco
Release Date: May 24th 2017
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Cover Artist: Coquette Graphics
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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.
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.
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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 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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