Broken Vow (Brutal Birthright, #5)

by Sophie Lark

“You can tell ‘em I’m your cousin if you like.” “No thank you,” Riona replies coolly. “I know how you treat your cousins where you come from.”

Honestly, if she liked me right off the bat, I’d think she had terrible taste.

Raylan shrugs. “We got books in Tennessee. Even a museum or two.”

Dante is so rough and brutal looking and Nero is, for lack of a better word, simply beautiful.

I do love that at some point every single character in this series has had a “but goddamn that Nero mf IS the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen”

“I look like my new country album is dropping any day now.” “Well . . . we’re not far from Nashville. So if that’s a dream of yours . . . ” “It’s not.”

I’ll be sharing the bathroom in the hall with Bo. It’s packed with her stuff scattered all over the countertops and overflowing the drawers. That’s fine with me—means I can steal her shampoo.

This is so older brother

I wouldn’t like to admit this out loud, but I have a burning passion for Excel spreadsheets.

“The hitman is dead?” he says. “That’s right.” “Are you sure?” “I watched him die. Then I buried him in a field. So yeah, I’d say he’s pretty fucking dead.”