Blurb for book #1 (Quinn's Destiny)
Never Question, always obey.
The world is cruel for a companion whose sole purpose is to fight beside his warlock masters in the heat of war.
A war that rages between warlock and vampire.
A companion must be their mater's shield as well as their submissive, and a warrior who chooses otherwise will receive a cold-blooded punishment. Quinn is a companion who serves his master in any way that he desires, and always without question. Specifically created by the warlocks from a combination of magic and life essence to win the war, Quinn is the perfect companion to use in order to gain the upper hand against their blood sucking enemies.
But when Quinn's master perishes from a vampire attack, he finds that the warlocks no longer have a use for him, and Quinn is left with a choice. Run, or be disposed of like his brothers and sisters before him.
The world is cruel for a companion who chooses to run away, but when an enticing and dangerous vampire begins hunting Quinn for answers he may or may not be able to fulfill, his fate dangles by a thread.
Will he choose to escape the clutches of the warlocks and try to survive on his own? Or will his submissive nature take over and let the warlocks choose his destiny for him, putting an end to his freedom and the vampire who seeks him?
Excerpt from Quinn's Destiny (A Companion's Tale #1):
“Strip and wash yourself,” the vampire commanded. He leaned against the stone wall.
“In front of you?” Quinn blurted out.
The vampire cracked an amused smile. Quinn eyed him suspiciously, but he did not move from where he stood in the room. The bathroom was small and open. If the vampire stayed where he was, Quinn’s entire body would be visible to his magnificent red eyes.
“I, uh… I can’t. Please leave,” he managed to get out.
Muscles rippled beneath the vampire’s sleeveless shirt as he crossed his well-defined arms in front of his chest and cocked an eyebrow. One thing was certain. The vampire was not going to leave.
Quinn’s face heated. At least when he’d been the warlocks’ prisoner, he’d had some form of privacy when he’d showered and relieved himself.
But this would be a losing battle. He gripped the bottom of his dirty, ripped shirt and lifted it over his head, dropping it onto the rock covered floor. His small frame shivered from the cold that lingered in the cell. He glanced back at the vampire, who was still standing in the doorway with his massive shoulders taking up most of the space. The idea of getting past such a strong being was a hopeless one.
The vampire caught Quinn staring and nodded. “The pants too. Those have to come off.”
Quinn cast his eyes downward and bit his lip.
“Don’t tell me that you’re shy,” the vampire teased.
“I’m… I’m not used to someone watching, okay?” he answered quickly, a blush heating his cheeks.
The vampire chuckled. “Would it make you feel better if I were in there with you? Then I wouldn’t be watching. I’d be participating.”
Quinn gulped, trying to settle his nerves. “You’re not… I’m not…. I just…”
The vampire ignored Quinn’s rambling, quickly stripping off his own shirt and throwing it on the floor next to his. The vampire’s blood red eyes grew darker as he walked across the bathroom floor toward Quinn.
He’s stalking me, like I’m prey.
Quinn’s submissive nature came crashing to the forefront. He backed up until his back pressed against the cold stone wall. There was nowhere to run.
The vampire advanced upon Quinn until his muscular body pressed against his. One hand settled on the wall above Quinn’s head, while the other one gripped his right wrist without warning. The chill from the vampire’s body made Quinn shiver. He had no idea that vampires were this cold to the touch.
Quinn pushed his left hand against the vampire’s chest in a futile attempt to hold him at bay. He didn’t stand a chance. Vampires were ten times stronger than any companion.
The vampire stood against Quinn, still as a statue. Quinn’s heart pounded madly in his chest, so much faster than the faint beats of the vampire's heart vibrating through his palm. It was odd, like it was rarely beating compared to Quinn’s racing heart.
“I am sorry.” The vampire’s face leaned down toward his own. “My vampire side wants to come out and chase you for some reason. This only ever happens when I hunt for big game in the woods or when I see something I want but is hard to get.”
Quinn swallowed down the extra saliva that was caught in his throat. His brain frantically searched for an explanation. “I have… natural submissive tendencies. Maybe… maybe that’s why…” he whispered.
“Yes. You are not always submissive, though. I saw such fire within you last night. That goes against everything a companion is. Tell me. What are you really?”
Quinn sucked in a breath. “I’m just a normal companion, and you’re a vampire. I know what you want from me.” His breaths were shaky when he finally exhaled.
“Oh?” the vampire’s lips drew up into a smirk. “And what do I want, little one?”
“You want my neck… my blood. You’ve been staring at it since you came in.” There was no mistaking it.
“Yes, I must admit that I do. Like I said before, companions have such a sweet taste, or so I’ve heard. I have always loved my sweets.” The vampire lowered his head toward Quinn’s neck and lapped at the sensitive skin there.
Quinn gasped, hips jerking as he sought out something he could not name. He couldn’t fight this vampire, but he found he didn’t want to. What was wrong with him?
“Has anyone ever taken you before?” The vampire sucked on Quinn’s skin, making his blood rush to the surface.
Quinn struggled to find words. His body was a mess of nerves. “I… my last master… I sucked him, but he never entered me. He said that it was dirty.”
The vampire lifted his mouth from Quinn’s neck and stared into his blue eyes. Quinn felt the obvious lust radiating from the vampire. He was drawn to this vampire even though it was madness.
“No, your master was wrong. It’s not dirty. It’s a beautiful thing to do. I can show you,” the vampire purred. He stroked a finger along the area he’d just been just sucking.
“But… you’re a vampire… You kill companions. I don’t know who you are… I don’t even know your name.”
“And I don’t know yours.”
“It’s Quinn,” he answered, almost immediately.
“Mine is Raphael. I am the prince of the vampires.”
Quinn’s eyes widened. “You’re th-th-the prince?”
Raphael nodded.
“I… I’m… you…”
“Shh. Quiet your mind,” Raphael told him. “Just because I’m the prince doesn’t mean that you’re in danger. It actually might work out for you in the end.”
To live is to suffer, to love is to forgive.
Emily Jean has always been passionate about writing. From an early age she would carry notebooks within her arms filled with characters and made up worlds. After stumbling across her first MM book at eighteen Emily knew that she was hooked. She also knew that she had found her true calling.
Blurb for book #2 (Quinn's Longing)
After Quinn more or less obliterates an entire warlock city, his vampire mate, Raphael, rushes him back to his kingdom for aid. With Desmond captured and Quinn out of commission, Raph is forced to make the hardest decision of his life: to leave his companion mate and set off to destroy the warlock's main city while it is still easy to conquer.
Alone and upset, Quinn wakes up to discover his mate is gone. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he plunges deep into his warlock creator's mind, and searches for answers that may or may not shatter his world: does Desmond plan to use Quinn's body as he once intended, or has he decided to free him of that fate?
While Quinn still heals from the recent battle, he's left at the mercy of the vampire king himself, where Quinn is led to believe he isn't good enough for the vampire's only son and heir. Not only is Quinn a companion, but he's a male, and so to secure the royal family bloodline, his mate must be married by any means necessary.
Knocked unconscious and left to perish in the western woods, Quinn rouses only to discover a dark and deeply kept secret. Will he return back to the vampire's main city, or will he choose to stay in the woods, longing for his mates?
This is the second book in the companion tale series. Continue to follow Quinn, Raphael, and Desmond as the dark forces of this unique paranormal world attempt to tear them apart. This trio of fated mates will stop at nothing to fight for their right to be together, even when the odds are heavily stacked against them.
Author Bio:
She started writing in order to combat her anxiety from the outside world but she also hopes that others will enjoy her books as well. Newly married and establishing her own little farm Emily enjoys her simplistic life.
Step inside of her worlds and enjoy your stay! There's no doubt that you will eventually fall for her dark and sexy characters!
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