Bought by Tara Crescent
Series: Assassin’s Revenge #2
Source: Review By Request
ARC Provided by Author
My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars
I have a mission. Kill the man who kidnapped me. Kill the guards who raped me. I have guns and knives and I’m not afraid to use them. Nothing will stop me.
Then I walk into a bar and I notice him. He is gorgeous. For four long years, my only response to anything sexual has been revulsion and fear. This time, it feels different.
I could use him. I want to use him. I could sleep with him and make a pleasurable memory as a counterpoint to the painful ones. I’m not a frightened young girl anymore. I’m a trained assassin, capable of killing him with my bare hands.
This time, I’ll be in control.
He’s just supposed to be a distraction, this mysterious man in the bar that I have a one-night stand with. But I can’t predict the secrets he is hiding… secrets that are about to intersect my world in painful, unanticipated, and dangerous ways.
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Slow burning suspense in the Assassin’s Revenge series…
I’d been a slave once against my will. It would take every bit of courage in my body to be a slave again.
This book takes place two years after Found. At the end of that book, Alexander is attending a consensual slave auction when he sees Ellie take the stage. A woman he spent a single night with in Paris, and who has haunted his dreams ever since. Ellie (who Alexander knew as Rachel) has dramatically changed her appearance and is now going by Jenny…
Alexander can see a setup from a mile away, but his curiosity is overriding his self-preservation.
This is a brilliantly written dual POV adventure, and the reader knows more than the MCs at this point in the story.
Here what we know for sure:
Ellie and Alexander are fighting the same enemy.
…but they don’t know that.
There is no trust in the world of human trafficking.
This is complicated, so hang in there with me…
Alexander and Ellie met in a bar in Paris two years ago and had a one-night-stand so glorious they’ve never really stopped thinking about the other. They parted ways the next morning and didn’t plan to see each other again.
At the time, they were hiding under the names Marc and Rachel. Their hookup was random, just strangers in a bar. Little did they know, they were both killing bad guys with some cloak and dagger awesomeness earlier in the evening. Ellie’s kill was up close and personal. Alexander’s was hands off with a team of assassins.
They’re both killers.
They exist only to exact their revenge.
They have no idea how much they have in common.
I had no doubt she was dangerous, but I couldn’t muster up caution around her. If she was a threat, I was being a fool.
I had three months. There was time to win her trust, take her to my bed and uncover her secrets. Maybe there was enough time to even reveal a few of my own.
Alexander is still as mysterious as ever, but one very important element was cleared up.
We know that Ellie is systematically taking down each of the guards who raped her before exacting her revenge against Dylan, the man who kidnapped her and kept her as his unwilling sex slave for two years.
We also know that Ellie is setting up Alexander to bid on her during this auction.
I was concerned that Alexander was one of the guards who brutalized her all those years ago. Actually, I didn’t realize how worried I was about Alexander’s role in Ellie’s abduction until it was revealed that he had nothing to do with it.
Turns out, Alexander is some sort of financial manager for billionaires with dubious pastimes. One of his clients is Dylan McAllister. Alexander visits his client several times a year, and Ellie hopes to lure Alexander into buying her at the auction. This is her only free pass into Dylan’s impenetrable compound.
aka Rachel, aka Jenny
Don’t treat me like a person, damn it, I wanted to shout. You are nothing but a means to an end for me. Don’t act as if I matter. Don’t pretend you care. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.
The first 30% of the book is Ellie’s POV. She recounts how she infiltrated the slave auction and mentally prepared herself for voluntary sexual surrender.
We learn that memories of her night spent with Marc buoy her thoughts back to pleasure when the darker memories threaten to drag her down.
The woman barely survived captivity, the entire setup is one big nasty trigger for her. She clings to the memory of her encounter with Marc in Paris, but that shining memory is tarnished when she discovers that Marc is Alexander Hamilton.
She can’t break cover.
This is her only chance to get close to Dylan McAllister.
How is Alexander tied to a monster like Dylan?
Ellie recognizes Alexander as her Parisian lover…
Alexander knows Ellie is the redhead from two years ago…
Neither party reveals the extent of their knowledge, and they spend the rest of the story circling around each other… Alexander pays for Ellie’s submission for the next three months. He hopes to earn her trust and get her to reveal her motives to him…
Ellie is in up to her eyeballs with nowhere else to go. She once trusted Alexander. She placed him on a pedestal in her mind, but knowing that he’s tied to the man who held her prisoner has caused all her memories to crumble.
They’re starting over.
Pretending they don’t know each other.
Resisting the impossible chemistry between them.
Playing a dangerous game of pleasure and pain…
Tara Crescent ended this book with another cliffhanger. Things are tense between the characters, but there’s definitely a reluctant thawing.
I’m dying to know Alexander’s full story – What are his reasons for infiltrating the dark and twisted world of human trafficking. What’s his end game?
I’m on the edge of my seat awaiting the moment when Ellie and Alexander are forced to drop their covers and reveal themselves.
At some point during the hours I’d spent wandering through Bangkok with him, I’d unconsciously relaxed around him. He was still Alexander Hamilton, still an associate of Dylan and Sylvia. I wasn’t going to forget that. However, my tightly clenched knot of fear had slowly unravelled. I would need to be careful around him, but terror didn’t seem necessary.
There was chemistry between us that wouldn’t be denied. I nodded. “I’d like that.”
He held my gaze for a long instant. “Good.”
Alexander had made a phone call and someone had taken care of the packing of all my new clothing and jewelry for me, but I’d stuffed a pair of dresses and some pretty lingerie into a new brown calf-leather carry-on. I pulled out one of these pieces now, a night-blue silk nightgown that clung to every inch of my body. It dipped low in the front and the swell of my breasts were clearly visible, as was the bottom of my ass. If I stretched my arms over my head, my pussy would be on full display for him. I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and then made my way to the bedroom.
He was wearing a pair of boxers and I eyed him hungrily. I had remembered him having a perfect body and my memories hadn’t failed me. Tightly corded muscles, a flat stomach and a happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts…
I gulped as moisture flooded my pussy and he chuckled. “That’s a flattering reaction, cherie.” He patted the bed next to him. “Get settled.” He left to go to the bathroom.
I lay on my back on the luxurious bed and wondered if Alexander would have sex with me now. I wasn’t flinching away from him. I wasn’t terrified. All that was left was desire.
He came back to the bedroom and my eyes followed his every move. He raised an eyebrow at me as he settled down on the bed, facing me. I reached my hand out to touch his chest and he inhaled. “Your breasts are practically falling out of that gown, Jenny,” he said. “Your nipples are clearly visible under that fabric. Your body begs to be touched.”
“Touch me then.”
He gave me a slow, panty-melting smile. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he ordered, “or both Anne-Marie and the pilots are going to know exactly what we are doing here.”
“Yes Sir,” I whispered.
His eyes heated when I used that term. “Red, yellow and green okay as your safe words?”
“Yes Sir,” I said again.
I wondered if the choice of location was deliberately designed to reassure me. He couldn’t hurt me too much on the plane, not with the pilots and Anne-Marie only steps away. Or was he so powerful that they wouldn’t intervene to protect me?
Relax, I scolded myself. I had no evidence that he was going to hurt me. I was letting my imagination get carried away.
“Nervous again,” he commented.
“A little.” There was no point denying it. He could read my emotions well.
“Come closer,” he said to me. He got to his knees. “Here. Lie on your stomach.”
His hands ran over my body, pressing into my shoulders, helping me relax. I sighed and let him. I was being a terrible submissive, but I was going to take what Alexander had said at face value. He didn’t appear to be too concerned with the ‘rules’ of what I should and shouldn’t be doing. Besides, his touch felt like heaven.
I parted my legs in invitation as his hands traced the curve of my spine. I was ready for more. My flash of nerves had evaporated and arousal smouldered in its wake. “Sir,” I groaned. “Please.”
“Hush.” He kissed the back of my neck. “What’s your hurry, cherie?”
He had more or less used the same words two years ago when I had moaned and writhed in his arms. He’d smiled and asked me what my hurry was then and I remembered that I’d said something pert.
But with Alexander, my body went from smoulder to fire-alarm blaze in mere seconds. I couldn’t help my impatience. I didn’t want to wait. I yearned to feel his weight over my body, to gasp out his name as his cock plunged in me.
Two years back, I had been more assertive. I’d reached out and taken what I wanted. But now, he was my Dominant, though he’d yet to assert that right in any real way.
“I need you, Sir,” I whimpered. In a way, it was a relief that I’d have to call him Sir in a session. Because I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t slip up and call him Marc. Then, it would all be over. “I want your cock in me.”
About Tara Crescent:
Hello, I’m Tara Crescent. By day, I’m a mild-mannered corporate drone in Toronto, but by night, I’m limited only by my imagination; I sit and I type, and I am a daring writer of BDSM, erotica and romance.
I’m a huge believer in happily-ever-after, but tempered by real life, where happily-ever-after is possible, but takes work. My favorite kind of romance stories are ones that are somewhat believable; I like strong men and women who know what they want out of life, and are driven to get it.
In my spare time, I write of course. I also read, garden, travel, cook, and almost never clean. I just started watching Walking Dead on Netflix (zombie erotica, anyone?), and I’m impatiently awaiting the next episode of Doctor Who. (I would kill for a TARDIS.)
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