Ruthless Salvation Quotes

“I knew better than anyone what it was like to have a past that haunted you. To feel tarnished compared to those around you because they’d never known depravity. That sort of darkness marked a person. Changed them. And those of us who had experienced it were more apt to sense it in others.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Torin made an amused rumble deep in his chest. “The two things I do best in this life are fighting and fucking—both involve knowing how to move. What made you think I couldn’t dance?”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I didn’t believe in soulmates, but goddamn if the universe wasn’t arguing a sound case.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Tell me one thing,” I growled breathlessly. “Have I ever done a single thing to hurt you?” Tears gave her wide brown eyes a glassy sheen before she whispered the most heartbreaking words I’d ever heard. “Not yet.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“A twinge of pain stabbed deep in my chest. She was so fucking beautiful—an angel. My angel.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I still don’t know your name.” His eyes glinted with delight as though he’d been waiting for me to ask. “Damyon Karpova, at your service.” He bowed, this time from the waist, his arm sweeping wide with the gesture.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“How could anyone lay a hand on a woman so radiant as Stormy?”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“When I told people I worked in a strip club, they always asked how I could stand to be around all the creepers who flocked to those places. My response? At least that lot didn’t pretend to be anything but what they were. What scared me more than anything were the chameleons—people adept at camouflage. Nothing was more terrifying than a handsome, well-mannered psychopath.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“You know what, Jolly? I’ve worked here six months now, and I’m beginning to think your nickname wasn’t an ode to your sparkling disposition.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“The hearing in my left ear isn’t great.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Since I know you won’t leave me alone until I tell you, I got the nickname when I was workin’ at a juvenile detention center.” “You worked with troubled youth?” “Not sure I’d put it that way. I was a juvenile corrections officer. That’s where I first met Torin.” Did I hear him correctly? He met Torin at a juvie center? I turned my head so my right ear was closer to him. “Did you say you met Torin in a detention center?” He looked at me like I was dense. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“You’re a bit young for hearing loss.” “Bad ear infection as a kid.” It was my turn to be evasive.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“The possibility brought on a wave of unexpected disappointment. I shoved the emotion into a cute little Mason jar and vacuum sealed that sucker shut. I had no business wanting to see Torin in a fight or any other capacity aside from a paycheck. That’s why you’re wearing this ridiculous wig, remember? No entanglements with dangerous men.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Micky said something over her shoulder, but I couldn’t make it out. Between the hearing trouble I had in my left ear and the ruckus everywhere, it was all a blur of sound.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“It might be better to stick near the back.” That would make it easier to cut and run.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Are you kidding? We didn’t come all this way to stand at the back! I want to see the testosterone dripping off them.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I was relieved to see that illegal fights didn’t necessarily mean gruesome. The same rules professionals followed seemed to apply, and the referee didn’t tolerate any abusive behavior. I’d been a tad worried it would be some sort of fight-to-the-death Mad Max style.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“It was one thing to be a spectator when two strangers pummeled one another. Watching someone I knew possibly get knocked unconscious sounded more and more horrifying. I wanted boundaries between us—I didn’t want the man dead.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“By the time Torin “the Streak” Byrne was announced, my chest felt tight with the threat of a full-out panic attack.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I’d never seen Torin without a shirt. His muscled body was perfection, but anyone passing him on the street could tell that much. What had me speechless was the jagged expanse of a lightning bolt tattooed across his back. I’d expected the tattoos on his arms to continue onto the rest of his body, but that wasn’t the case. The single piece of artwork on pristine skin reminded me of a Grecian statue marbled with a catastrophic crack. “I knew he’d be hot, but sweet Jesus,” Micky hollered next to my”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“The intensity’s just … a lot, you know?” “I feel you. It’s got me so fuckin’ horny.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I desperately needed to get a grip. Focus on Tor. He’s okay. He’s alive. He’ll be okay. I stared at where he sat in his corner as though that link between us would somehow keep us both safe. I stared with such intensity, I could almost feel myself touching him. Maybe I had, in a telepathic sense. I didn’t know how else to explain the way Tor’s gaze lifted from the ground and collided directly with mine. He hadn’t scanned the crowd or been lost in a daze. His piercing eyes shot with intention straight to mine and locked on me with the precision of a sniper scoping his target. The wig had been pointless. He knew exactly who I was. Fury darkened his face as he shot to his feet just as the bell rang.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Stormy was there at the fight. And that look on her face? I’d never fucking scratch it from my memory. The desperation and torment. It transformed me from man into pure primal instinct, and that instinct demanded I get to her. The fight didn’t matter. The bets and spectators and obligations—none of it mattered. None of it even registered. There was only Storm and her need for help.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Ripping off my gloves and discarding them to the ground, I shoved people out of my way until she was finally within reach. The only way to get her out safely was with her in my arms, so I scooped into my arms in one swift motion and continued my momentum toward the exit. The crowd thinned toward the perimeter. Increasing my pace, I tore past everyone I knew and didn’t stop until Storm and I were safely in the locker room. Alone.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?” She shook her head in tiny, uncertain movements. “I’m okay.” Her voice was so goddamn small that it wasn’t even her—not the Stormy I knew. What the hell had happened to upset her so deeply? If she wasn’t hurt, then what?”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“A twinge of pain stabbed deep in my chest. She was so fucking beautiful—an angel. My angel. “The fuck are you doin’ here, Storm?” My words came off harsh. I’d already been on edge, but those two words still echoed in my mind, stirring up my anger. I had no business thinking of her as mine. If not yours, then whose?”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I needed to walk away, but there was no chance in hell. I needed to feel her. Taste her. Reassure myself she was whole and healthy and mine. Fuck. I needed to own her. Maybe once I had her, the obsession would ease. So much of this was probably my own damn fault for telling myself she was forbidden. If that was the case, maybe I could free myself with one quick fuck. I’d see that she wasn’t anything special and move the fuck on.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“What happened?” I started to trace the area, but Storm shifted away from me and righted her shirt. “Car accident.” She kept her eyes averted. I might have said it was the effects of the awkward aftermath of a first time, but something told me it was more. She didn’t like to talk about the scar. Why? What had happened? I wanted to know. I wanted to know every goddamn thing about her.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“There was nothing more maddeningly futile than trying to guess what a person was thinking.”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation

“I rode my mental hamster wheel until I was dizzy”
― Jill Ramsower, Ruthless Salvation