For those who have read Tears of Tess this is the next book in the 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
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…
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,
But our fucked up fairytale didn’t exactly have a happy ending.
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.
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
“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.
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.
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.
This is due out for release at the end of 2013