Big thanks as well to my indie besties—Violet Duke, Lexi Ryan, Kendall Ryan, Sawyer Bennett, Monica Murphy and Melody Grace. Thank you to Christina Lee for the amazing blurb. Tara Simone is a fabulous brainstorm partner, friend and business advisor. (Her book Vacationista is hilarious!)
I have come to rely on the friendship and support of a core group of passionate readers - Hetty, Kim, Cara and Kristy - you are my fab four. Kim, thank you so much for all that you do to keep the ship running smoothly.
Becky, your encouragement during the writing kept me motivated. Helen at All Booked Out rocks the graphics. Much love to these ladies.
Then there are the bloggers who are the foundation of the indie world. I love you all. A huge thanks to Totally Booked for sharing the first chapter, to My Fictional Book Boyfriend & Book Whore for the teaser opportunity, to Rock Stars of Romance for the early support, and to Heather from The REAL Housewives of Romance Book Blog, Hetty at BestSellers & BestStellars, and Helen at All Booked Out for the amazing teaser pics. But that’s only the beginning! Thank you to Book Whores Obsession, Reviews by Tammy and Kim, Kristy at Book Addict Mumma, Two Crazy Girls with a Passion for Books, Shh…Mom’s Reading, Romance Addict, Little Black Book Blog, Flirty and Dirty Book Blog, Britt Blabs Books, HEA Shelf Blogger, Angie’s Dreamy Reads, Becky at Reality Bites! Let’s Get Lost, Kelly at KellyVision, The Book Enthusiast, True Story Book Blog, Chapter Break, LoveNBooks, Just Booked and many more. Special shout-outs to Laura at Bookish Treasures, Tracey K., my lovely Retta Rusaw, Karen – The Danish Bookaholic, Stacey at Reading Rainblog, Lexi at Book Reviews by Lexi, Sandra Shipman, Yvette at Nose Stuck in a Book, Tanya at After the Final Chapters, Shey Houston at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews, Jennifer Reyes from Jen’s Book Reviews, Tanya The Book Obsessed Momma, Wendy at The Geekery Book Review, Kat and Ava from Book Nerds Anonymous, Jaime Britten Collins from For The Love of Books by Jaime, Julie Solorio with Love Between the Sheets, the absolutely fantastic and amazing Bette Hansen, Kim Brown at Chapter Break, MJ Fryer, Betsy Gehring from Book Drunk Blog, my fave girl Kenna N, the awesome Carolyn Isherwood, Jennifer from Jennifer’s Reading and Jennifer’s Taking a Break, Jassie, the amazing Dianne of Oops I Read A Book Again, Sue F, Melissa, Diane from Naughty Book Eden, Chelsea at Starbucks & Books Obsession, Teresa Gomez from Sinful Reviews, Jessica at Lovin’ Los Libros, Jennifer, Tabatha at Insightful Minds Reviews, Louisse from The Soul Sisters, Marianna at A Lust for Reading, Kelly at Smut Book Junkie Book Reviews, Amy at Schmexy Girl Book Blog and Lauren Turkel.
Finally, thank you to my friends and family. My husband and children are so wonderful and their love and support keep me going. That, and the cookies, chocolate and green tea they bring me. So much love to these amazing people.
Last but not least are my dogs. They are with me for nearly every word and I love them.
And I suppose, in some strange way, I need to thank Harley and Trey. This might be the cheesiest, corniest thing I’ve ever said, but I’m so glad they trusted me with their story.
Exclusive Exerpt for Quintessentially Q.
The sequel to the bestseller, Tears of Tess,
by Pepper Winters.
“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.
Prologue
-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, 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
-Q-
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. 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: connection.
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 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 I 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.
Tess ran her hand softly over my cheek, tickling. “You should tell me what you’re afraid of. Brax used to—”
I froze, grinding my teeth. “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t finish that sentence.” Goddammit, why did she have to bring the ghost of her goody-too-shoes boyfriend who treated her like a fragile princess into our bed?