Series: Luminous #1
Published by Self-Published on 22nd June 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Fiction, Romance
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Sometimes you reach a point where you just can’t take any more — a breaking point, some call it. The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a full magazine’s worth of hollow points firing through the barrel of a fully-automatic AK-47.
I am no longer his American Princess, nor am I his slave.
Now, I’m a murderer in hiding.
My name was Bryleigh Carter Oliveira, and that was my story.
Translucent is one woman's story of breaking free, starting over, and learning to trust again through willful submission.
Reviewed by Shannon
*I received an eARC in exchange for an honest review*
He kept me blind, he kept me bound, and in doing so, he set me free. Free to feel. Free to not think. Free to just be. He made me forget everything and everyone else in the world, past and present, and nothing mattered except him and me…nothing but us.
This book was not what I was expecting and I don’t mean that as a bad thing. When I initially read the blurb I thought it was a story about a woman who witnessed her husband murder a woman pregnant with his child and then being forced to run away with him as his prisoner and slave. So it came as quite a surprise to me when I realized all that happened before the book even began. It actually started with her killing her husband and starting her life over as a new person while keeping her past hidden. In the process she meets Madden and that’s where the story really begins.
So while the story was different than what I expected, it was still very good. Learning about Blake’s life with Ish was very intriguing and disturbing. The things she had to endure and witness was unbelievable and not for the faint of heart, and yet, I know I haven’t even seen everything she went through. Seeing her in the present with the way she dealt with her past pain made me hurt for her and just want to give her a hug and hope it all goes away. Her new beginning and relationship with Madden was interesting especially since she was selective with what she told him and how some events that happened with him triggered past memories. Madden is your typical good looking, successful playboy who slept around until he met Blake. While that type of male character is everywhere, I will say I did like him, plus he wasn’t cocky…or at least not so much that it’s too much, so points for him. And it was very sweet seeing him want to protect her even if he didn’t know what he was protecting her from. The book also provides his POV so you can see how he dealt with everything and how much he cares for Blake.
While reading I knew the story was building to something even if I wasn’t quite sure what it was, so I was a little disappointed we have to wait till the next one to see it play out. And what I was seriously bummed about was the epic cliffhanger haha. Okay…so maybe it’s not as big as I’m making it but I was seriously disappointed that I’m made to wait till the next book to see how it all plays out.
While I am not a fan of cliffhangers I will say that the story flowed nicely and always kept me interested. Blake and Madden were great together plus super hott ;). Now I just need to impatiently wait for the next book to come out…sigh. Haha.
Picking me up off the bed, Ish threw me over his shoulder and marched out of the hotel room, into the pitch-black night. Scared speechless, I didn’t make a peep as he strode into the small motel office and dropped me on the floor. The male front desk attendant that had rented me the room had eyes as big as saucers, obviously fearful of Ish and the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Did you give her a room to stay in?” he demanded.
The older man nodded, taking a small step backwards.
“Don’t you fucking move, Gramps, and answer me when I ask you a goddamn question.”
“Y-yes, I gave her a room,” he admitted in a cracked voice.
“Did she pay you with money, or did she fuck you for it?”
“She paid me with money, sir. I don’t run that kind of business.” The man looked down at me huddled in a corner on the floor, and then back up at Ish. “She never even offered that kind of thing.”
Ish stomped around to the back of the counter and held his hand out, palm up. “She wants a refund. She’s not staying here tonight.”
Trembling, the man opened the cash register and pulled out some cash, setting it in Ish’s hand. As he did, Ish grabbed hold of his wrist and twisted it behind his back.
“Please…please don’t hurt me,” the man begged. “I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong.”
“No, you probably didn’t, but she did,” Ish spat, his fiery eyes darting over to me. “Princesa, did you know you were doing something wrong?”
The growing sob that had built in the back of my throat escaped as I nodded and said, “Yes, I did.”
“Well, someone needs to be punished for your bad behavior to remind you not to do something like this again.”
“Punish me, Ish,” I cried. “That poor man has nothing to do with this. Please, let him go.”
He glanced over at the man he held in a tight hold, and then back at me before releasing an evil laugh that echoed loudly throughout the small room. “Sorry, Princesa, but I need you to be pretty for our upcoming wedding.” Then, without warning, he pulled a long-bladed knife from the leg of his pants and chopped the man’s hand clear off in one swing. I’m not sure who screamed louder, me or the man, but within seconds, it was only my high-pitched voice shrieking, because Ish took the knife and slit the man’s throat, killing him instantaneously. Dropping the bloody body, he stalked towards me, bent down to my level, and clamped his hand on top of my mouth.
“Quiet now, Bryleigh, before you alert anyone else and I do the same thing to them. You don’t want to be the reason anyone else dies tonight, do you?” he whispered in my ear.
Immediately, I stop screaming, knowing damn well he would do exactly what he promised. “Now, that’s my good Princesa,” he said, stroking my hair. “We should get out of here. I’m going to carry you to the car, and I expect you to be well-behaved.”
Lifting me from the dirty tile floor, he carried me like a baby out to his car and placed me on the passenger seat. Petrified of what was going to happen next, I sat as still as a statue as he got into the car and drove north, back towards Chicago. He said nothing the entire drive home, but once we were both inside the apartment, he threw me on the bed and stripped me naked. Turning me over so that I was face-down on the mattress, he yanked forcefully on my hips, raising them in the air. He held tightly onto my hipbones as he viciously thrust himself into my virgin ass—no warning…no lube…nothing. I shouted out at the intense pain, and tears immediately began to stream down my face, but he didn’t stop thrusting until he was buried completely inside of me.
Leaning over, with his chest pressed to my back, he said in low, spine-chilling voice, “Anytime you fuck up, Princesa, someone will pay the price, and I will make you watch as I administer the punishment. You need to see the consequences of your actions, so don’t fuck up again if you don’t want any more blood on your conscience.”
He then fiercely fucked me until he came deep inside my asshole. He pulled out, not saying another word, then showered and left. I cried until I couldn’t see, and passed out with exhaustion.
That was the only time I ever tried to run away, but sadly, not the only bloodstains on my hands. It was only the beginning.