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Monsters in The Dark Box Set
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From
New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes the highly acclaimed USA Today
Bestselling Series: Monsters in the Dark.
#1 Erotica, #1 Romantic Suspense, #1 Thriller. Award winner for Best Dark Romance, Best BDSM, Best Dark Hero, and Best Strong Heroine.
This
is a story of eroticism, horror, tragedy and ultimately undying and unwavering
love.
Included
in the following edition are:
TEARS OF TESS
"My
life was complete. Happy, content, everything neat and perfect.
Then
it all changed.
I was
sold."
Kidnapped.
Drugged. Stolen. Tess is forced into a world full of darkness and terror.
QUINTESSENTIALLY Q
"All
my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted... fucked up to want
something so deliciously dark. But then slave fifty-eight entered my world.
"
Q may
be a monster, but he's Tess's monster.
TWISTED TOGETHER
"After
battling through hell, I brought my esclave back from the brink of ruin. I
sacrificed everything--my heart, my mind, my very desires to bring her back to
life."
Q
gave everything to bring Tess back. In return, he expects nothing less.
**Not
recommended if you don't enjoy dark romance, angst-filled plots, and BDSM.**
Three little words.
If anyone
asked what I was most afraid of, what terrified me, stole my breath, and made
my life flicker before my eyes, I would say three little words.
How could
my perfect life plummet so far into hell?
How could
my love for Brax twist so far into unfixable?
The black
musty hood over my head suffocated my thoughts, and I sat with hands bound
behind my back. Twine rubbed my wrists with hungry stringed teeth, ready to
bleed me dry in this new existence.
Noise.
The cargo
door of the airplane opened and footsteps thudded toward us. My senses were
dulled, muted by the black hood; my mind ran amok with terror-filled images.
Would I be raped? Mutilated? Would I ever see Brax again?
Male
voices argued, and someone wrenched my arm upright. I flinched, crying out,
earning a fist to my belly.
Tears
streamed down my face. The first tears I shed, but definitely not the last.
This was
my new future. Fate threw me to the
bastards of Hades.
“That
one.”
My
stomach twisted, threatening to evict empty contents. Oh, God.
Three
little words:
I was sold.
Q’s face twisted; he
captured my cheeks between hot hands. “What are you?” he clipped, face hard and
unreadable.
The
question anchored me and I looked into his pale ferocious eyes. I knew the
answer he wanted. “I’m yours.”
He sucked
in a heavy breath, body jerking. “Say it again, but not in English.”
Q
intoxicated me. My lips parted, and I wanted to stay captured by him, forever.
An ancient connection linked us together. I looked into his soul—it churned
with agony and demons, but he wasn’t evil.
Q dropped
his gaze to my lips. “Je suis à toi.” Something
feral heated his features; he pressed his mouth against mine in one fast kiss.
“It means, I am yours.”
My breath
stuttered as power sliced, deep and fast, igniting broken parts of me with
sparks. His allure, his power, all magnified to fist around my stomach. In the
dark recess of my brain, I translated his words to him being mine. The power trip the little words gave was
indescribable.
No wonder
he wanted me to say it. I was drunk on them. He was mine. Mine.
What life
did Q live, needing to hear such a strong affirmation? What ghosts haunted him?
Q
tightened his fingers, biting into my jaw. “Say it.”
With his
command, I fumbled into the victim I was, the rape survivor, the slave. The
brief sense of ownership left me bereft.
Q twisted
my nipple under the wet material of my bra. His cruelty reddened my skin and
fight skittered into yielding. He sent me reeling into needful and damaged. I’d
been so close to finding strength, but he took it away in an instant.
Fresh
tears spilled as I whispered, “Je suis à
toi.”
Q sighed
heavily, resting his forehead on mine. “Will you run again? Will you leave the
one man who wants you above all others? Leave his protection?” His voice
wavered with regret, resignation, as if he expected me to run, and already
suffered loneliness.
My eyes
popped wide; I shook my head. “No, I won’t run again.”
He looked
with half-hooded eyes. “How can you be so sure? Don’t I scare you? Repulse
you?”
He never
repulsed me, and fear where Q was concerned was an aphrodisiac. But I couldn’t
tell him. “I will never escape. Je suis à
toi.”
“Worse
than me?” he murmured. His voice held an edge, almost as if his question meant
a lot more than what he asked.
Wanting
to give him something, after all he did for me last night, I nodded. “A lot
worse.”
He shook
his head, eyes unfocused. Memories swirled in their depths and I wanted to
chase him wherever he went. I wanted to know
him. Would he ever let me get close? Was a slave allowed to help her owner,
while letting him use her body? I didn’t know the rules.
Q finally
released me, presenting the other package. “This is for you.” His jaw clenched
as I held my hands out, accepting the large sketchpad and charcoal pencils. I
opened it and couldn’t breathe. Inside, architectural graph paper—the exact
kind I used in my university course—glowed fresh and new.
My eyes
widened. “You remembered what I told you…that first breakfast when you kissed
me.”
He sat
straighter, tension rippling in his body. “I remember everything, esclave. I remember how you smell, how
you taste. I remember how you feel inside and how terrified you were when I
found you at Lefebvre’s residence. I also know things you haven’t told me. You
secretly like what I do to you. You think you hide it, but I know that darkness
in your eyes. It feeds me, calls to me.”
He fisted
the covers, throwing them off me, exposing my body. “Why else do you think I
can’t leave you alone?”
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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include
writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with
your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up
ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who
puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
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