Her Saint Quotes

“I’m going to be the man who worships you. Who makes you his only obsession. Stop fighting me because you’re too afraid to love anything.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“He holds a copy of This Book Will Haunt You out to me. I open to the title page, where S.T. Nicholson’s signature is scrawled across the page.
To my muse, may you come almost as hard from my words as you will from my tongue.
I gulp, clasping the book to my chest and backing up.

Saint lets me leave with one final promise. “No one will ever keep me from you, muse. Including you. Even if you broke my legs, I would crawl to you.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“It’s much deeper than that. I’m the yin to your yang. The other half of your soul. We’re both broken, but our pieces fit perfectly together to make each other whole again. You want someone who’s obsessed with you. You want to be the only woman who exists in his world. You’ll only find that with me.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“Give me a kiss, and I’ll write you a chapter. Wrap that pretty mouth around my cock, and I’ll write you a book.” She grimaces and opens her mouth to vehemently object, but I’m not done. I stroke my thumb down her cheek until it comes to rest on her delicately pointed chin. She doesn’t push me away. “Let me come inside that perfect pussy, and I’ll write you enough books to fill a library.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“She is mine, to have and to hold, from this day forward. ’Til death do us part. And even in death, I won’t let the universe take her from me.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“To get her to fall for me, to be my muse forever, I need to prove my devotion to her. Learn everything about her, exactly what makes her tick. What makes her smile, what makes her laugh, what makes her wet, what makes her come. What she loves, what she fears, what she desires. Whether she prefers my fingers, my tongue, or my cock.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“I’ve never known hunger until I met you. I have been starved since the day I laid eyes on you, Briar Shea.” His gaze locks with mine in a promise. “Now I’ll feast.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“If my tongue is evil, then let me help you sin.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“Just as the Earth is meant to orbit the Sun, I am meant to orbit her.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“I couldn’t write again until I met you. You are my inspiration, Briar. You are the ink in my pen, the words on my page, the voice in my head, the name tattooed on my heart.” He steps close again, and this time, I don’t have a weapon to aim at his head. “That’s why I can’t let anyone else have you. You belong to me now.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“Apologize for moaning another man’s name.”

I clench my jaw, pussy pulsing and aching for release as I stay silent.

“Apologize if you want to come, Briar,” he warns.

Even on a gritty command, my name from his lips leaves me breathless. I wrench the words out. “I’m . . . sorry.”
“For?”
“Moaning another man’s name.”
“And what is the only name you will scream from now on?”
If I could move my wrists, I’d punch him. “Yours.”
“Say it.”
Through clenched teeth, I hiss, “Saint.”
“Good girl. Now beg to worship my tongue.” He hasn’t forgotten his command.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“His finger curls around my jaw, gliding until he reaches my chin, and he presses his thumb to my lip. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“And what if I wanted to kill you?” I whisper.
“If that’s really what you wanted, I would hand you the knife.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“I type in Briar. But the password is rejected.
I try my full name, my birthday, muse. All rejected.
My jaw clenches. I have one more option, and it better not be right. I type Briar de Haas.
I’m in.
My stomach churns. He already thinks of me as his wife. His.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“I would never do that to you,” I assure her.
Briar’s head tilts, brows scrunching. “Do what?”
“Cheat on you. Abandon you. Make you question my love for you.”
She scoffs. “You don’t know me. You can’t possibly love me.”
“What have I told you, Briar? You’re my muse. Where you go, I follow. What you need, I give. What you crave, I provide. I am yours to use as you see fit. To fulfill all your desires. And you are my inspiration. You are the pen that writes my words. The body that owns my cock. The laugh that owns my heart. The mind that owns my soul.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“I stick by her side as she heads for the sub stand. Before she can place her order, I call, “Two ham and cheese subs on wheat bread. Four slices of ham, two slices of Provolone each, and a dash of mayo. Thank you.”
Briar narrows her eyes at me. “You memorized my order?”
“Told you I know you.”
“Why did you order two?”
“I love what you love.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“What have I told you, Briar? You’re my muse. Where you go, I follow. What you need, I give. What you crave, I provide. I am yours to use as you see fit. To fulfill all your desires. And you are my inspiration. You are the pen that writes my words. The body that owns my cock. The laugh that owns my heart. The mind that owns my soul.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“How can you be angry with me? I got rid of horrible men to keep you safe. They’re the ones who wanted to hurt you. They’re the ones who didn’t care about you. No one has ever loved you more than me. Yes, your mother and Mack love you, but I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would drown in the blood of all the men who would try to hurt you rather than let them lay a single finger on you. I will go to any lengths, use any means necessary, to keep you safe. I’m not your enemy, Briar. I am your greatest ally. Your other half. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m around. The police won’t even find the professor’s body, so there will be no murder to pin on you. Don’t think I haven’t thought through every single scenario with you as my sole concern. You’ll have everything you want now—your dream job, a boss who doesn’t sexually harass you, and a soulmate who lives and breathes for you. I’m not here to ruin your life or scare you or hurt you. I’m here to fulfill your every wish, your every desire. Anything I can give, it’s yours.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“Most people don’t start cracking jokes in the middle of oral sex.”

“If you have a problem with it, there are plenty of other women you could be having sex with right now.” She bats her eyes at me sweetly. “And plenty of men for me.”
She makes a move to climb off me, but I yank her back down, her pussy colliding with my mouth. She yelps as I suck roughly on her clit. “There is no other woman for me, and no other man for you.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“No one has ever loved you more than me. Yes, your mother and Mack love you, but I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would drown in the blood of all the men who would try to hurt you rather than let them lay a single finger on you. I will go to any lengths, use any means necessary, to keep you safe. I’m not your enemy, Briar. I am your greatest ally. Your other half. Nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m around. The police won’t even find the professor’s body, so there will be no murder to pin on you. Don’t think I haven’t thought through every single scenario with you as my sole concern.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“I found your wishlist.”
“What wishlist?” she demands, snatching her hand from my grasp but remaining in her seat. A victory.
“Your book wishlist.” I smirk when her eyes widen. “Don’t act so surprised. It’s public information.”
“So did you buy me a new book then?” Sarcasm drips from her every word.
I flash her a wicked grin. “I bought you every book.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“She is mine, to have and to hold, from this day forward. ’Til death do us part. And even in death, I won’t let the universe take her from me.
She’s my muse, no one else’s. And Briar will soon learn that I don’t share.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint

“He touched her. He tried to take what’s mine. With his death, he and Briar will both learn an important lesson: no one touches her but me. She is mine, to have and to hold, from this day forward. ’Til death do us part. And even in death, I won’t let the universe take her from me.”
― Harmony West, Her Saint