series Quintessentially from Q’s point of view. You can buy Tears of
Tess now from these link’s:
“All my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted… fucked up
to want something so deliciously dark—wrong on so many levels. But
then slave fifty-eight entered my world. Hissing, fighting, with a
core of iron, she showed me an existence where two wrongs make a
right.”
Tess is Q’s completely. Q is Tess’s irrevocably. But now, they must
learn the boundaries of their unconventional relationship, while Tess
seeks vengeance on the men who sold her. Q made a blood-oath to
deliver their corpses at Tess’s feet, and that’s just what he’ll do.
He may be a monster, but he’s Tess’s monster.
Sneak Peak into Quintessentially Q…
*Prologue*
I thought I would be her nightmare—her terror and darkness. I wanted
to be. I needed her more than food or sunlight. Only when she came
into my life did I start to live—intoxicated by her taste, screams,
and joy.
But our fucked up fairytale didn’t exactly have a happy ending.
Tess.
My Tess.
My esclave—so strong and fierce and sexually feral—wasn’t strong
enough for what happened.
Her cage wasn’t me anymore.
It was them.
*Chapter One*
All I could think was—she’s dead. She had to be. All that blood, so
bright with a coppery tang, almost sweet.
Her snowy skin was extra frosty, grey-blue eyes closed to me.
Rage and terror strangled as I fell to my knees in the warm puddle of
crimson. The whip in my hands was slippery with sweat, and I hurled it
away in disgust. I did this. I let myself go and showed my true self.
The monster inside ruined the only brightness in my life.
“Tess?” I pulled her into my arms, dragging her cold, lifeless form
closer. Blood smeared over us, and her red-welted body oozed with
damnation.
“Wake up, esclave,” I growled, hoping an order would force those
dove-blue eyes open. No response.
I bent, pressing my cheek against her mouth, waiting endlessly for a
small puff of breath, a signal I hadn’t gone too far.
Nothing.
Fear stopped my heart, and all I wanted to do was rewind time. Rewind
to a simpler place where I lived with needs and urges, but never let
myself believe I could be free. Rewind to the day when Tess arrived,
and I promptly sent her back to her silly boyfriend Brax. At least if
I did, she would be safe and my life wouldn’t have ended.
At least then, Tess would be alive.
My demons killed her.
I killed her.
I threw my head back and howled.
***
“Q. Q!”
Something sharp bit my shoulder and I flinched. Rolling away, I tried
to ignore the call. I deserved to stay in this endless hell. The hell
I created for killing the one woman who stole my life and showed me an
emotion I never dared dream for: love.
My cheek smarted as if someone slapped me, blazing through the
darkness with a bite of pain.
Eyes snapped open to a wild-eyed, blonde goddess on top of me. The
debilitating terror wouldn’t leave, even though she was alive, and
glaring at me with passion I grew to know so well.
“What the hell, Q. That’s the third time this week. You going to tell
me what you’re dreaming about to warrant howling like a werewolf?”
Tess pinned my shoulders to the mattress and I couldn’t stop muscles
from tensing. I liked her on top, but didn’t like her holding me as if
she was in control. It wasn’t how I worked.
“None of your business.” I rolled, grabbing her hips to pin her
beneath me. I risked a small smile. With her under me, my world
righted again. I ran hands over her waist, up her throat, to her lips.
Her breath fluttered, coming faster and the rest of my panic receded.
She was still breathing.
I hadn’t killed her.
Yet.
This is due out for release at the end of 2013