7th Circle Quotes

“Mentally, I wrote a quick eulogy for my panties because they'd officially drowned.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“To my first boyfriend, Nick. Thanks for letting me borrow some of our history in this story. You were a deadbeat, but goddamn your dick was huge.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Best way to get over a guy was to get under a new one, right?”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“If a gang leader only had one mode of transport, were they even successful? Doubtful.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Because she's a sexually frustrated eighteen-year-old virgin and reads too many romance novels.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“I needed someone like him. Someone separate from everything else. A lighthouse in the wild storm that was my life.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“She was all sweetness, innocence, and light, and I… well, I was a borderline sociopath with more blood on my hands than most convicted serial killers.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Zed just stared, then shook his head in disbelief and sipped his drink. "I never picked you for a sub, Hades. You legitimately ooze big dick energy worse than any gangster I've met. I can't imagine you giving up control in any situation.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Did the revolving door to your bedroom get stuck or something?”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“I needed a shower, clean clothes, and a lobotomy.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Steele. You got shot in the chest last year and lived to tell the tale,”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Sometimes, Zed, I get tired. Sometimes I need a break from being me." I paused then added. "Doesn't make me a sub, though. Only makes me want Cass to throw me around his bedroom.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“I gasped against his kiss as he rolled my nipples, sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting straight to my cunt. Mentally, I wrote a quick eulogy for my panties because they'd officially drowned.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Next time you try to make me jealous, pick a guy who can make you sleep through your messages the next day.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“I was a successful”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“If I found out he was actually seventeen, I might have to put myself into witness protection from myself.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“No. No, no, no! The blood in the living room… it was Lucas’s blood. Whatever else my sister said faded into obscurity as my eyes scanned the note under the engagement ring. The hauntingly familiar engagement ring. What's yours is mine, Darling girl. Til death.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Instead, it was a note, and on top of that note was a diamond engagement ring.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Whoa, what?" His gravelly voice kicked up a notch at my accusation. "She's right here; I'm staring right at her. What the hell is going on?" My heart stopped a second, then beat twice as fast as those words sunk in and confused the fuck out of me. "Here where? Where are you?" He made a sound like he was walking while he spoke to me. "The frozen yogurt shop down the street. Apparently, she needed sugar for her period or some shit." I swallowed heavily, my free hand balled into a fist as my eyes surveyed the mess in my home. "Put her on, Cass. Put her on the phone." "Two seconds," he replied, and the sound of his boots on the pavement traveled down the phone, followed by the chime of a shop door opening. Then came the best sound I'd ever heard in my entire damn life. "Dare? What's up? Cass looks like he's ready to murder something.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“We'd teamed up once before to slaughter my whole family and Chase's, and we were one hell of a team.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Look, I don't know if this helps, but there has been a recorded case of a woman being shot with a .44 in a drive-by shooting. Somehow, the bullet shattered against her skull, and she barely even needed stitches. So... yeah, I guess it's possible. Likely? Hell no. Impossible? Also no. Nothing is impossible; you guys know that.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“Our plan to collect a DNA sample was pointless. There was no skeleton or decaying corpse inside at all. There was... nothing.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“of nonprescription painkillers on the drive over but hadn't wanted to impair my reaction time with my prescribed ones in case we ran into trouble. The result, though, was that it'd barely even taken the edge off my pain.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“The little plaque at the head simply stated Chase’s name, year of birth, and year of death, nothing more. No "loving son" or "beloved fiancé of Hayden" because he was neither of those things. Not when he’d died, anyway.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“You have head trauma. No alcohol.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“You think he could have survived a bullet to the face at point-blank range and a gas explosion?”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“He was wrong, though... I didn't believe I was meant to die in that blast. It was just a test. A game. Someone trying to get inside my head and make me scared.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“I stumbled out, only making it two steps before the explosion detonated, blowing up 7th Circle and throwing me into the air with all the force of a freight train. A lightning-fast moment of realization passed through my mind before everything went black. It had been a gas leak. The dizziness, the nausea, the sleepiness... there had been a gas leak. Just like at the Lockhart house the night I killed Chase.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“thought I was really clear; I don't want to lead you on, Seph. You're crazy beautiful, obviously, and an awesome girl. But I have a girlfriend. I've already told you that.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle

“He jerked a nod. "Of course, sir. As always.”
― Tate James, 7th Circle