Brutal Vows Quotes

“I’ll kill anyone who ever disrespects you. I’ll kill anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. If anyone so much as annoys you, I’ll put a bullet in his skull and throw his body into the Charles River. You never have to fight your own battles again, viper, understood? I’ll fucking destroy any dumb motherfucker who ever dares to even make you frown.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I love you with every part of my dark heart and every piece of my wasted soul.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Because I could easily kill another man, but I never found the guts to kill myself.” She says softly, “Oh, Quinn. Not killing yourself wasn’t an act of cowardice. It was an act of courage. It takes so much more bravery to keep living when you’re in pain than it does to give up.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Dear God. The daughter of a Mafia don is having an affair with the Latino pool boy. We’re a telenovela.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“You were born to twist men around your pinky finger,”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I have an idea.” “The poor thing must be lonely inside that empty brain of yours.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Hi, Homer. I’m Reyna. It’s nice to meet you. You look like an orphan’s idea of Christmas morning.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more than I could ever deserve, and I know without doubt that I will love this woman until my last breath. I’ll love her until the earth stops spinning and the sun flames out and all the stars fall from the sky. I’ll love her forever. My wife. My viper. My warrior. My queen. I will worship at your feet for all eternity.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Finally, his teeth gritted, he says, “Any particular carat size you’d like, Madam Queen?”
My smile is so sweet, it could cause cancer. “The bigger the better. She’ll need something to show off to her friends, and it certainly isn’t you.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“People are scared of any woman who speaks her mind and doesn’t put up with their bullshit.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“In a breathy voice, I say, “I guess I like that they’re written for women. The whole world is made to please the male gaze, but romance novels only care about what we want. What we need. They’re specifically for our pleasure. Some of the stories are great escapist fantasies.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“In a theatrical voice, he reads a passage aloud. “He repeatedly speared his turgid manhood into her velvet channel, excited by her lusty cries of pleasure and the sight of her voluptuous breasts and their taut, rosy nipples lurching in his hands.” Smirking, he looks up at me. “I had no idea nipples could lurch.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“The priest sighs, shaking his head. “Very well. Do you, Homer, take this woman—” “I do.” “Hold your horses, lad,” the priest mutters. “This isn’t a bloody race.” He exhales hard and starts again. “Do you, Homer—” “I do.” “—take this woman, Reyna—” “I do.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Quinn called me beautiful.

I mean, I think he did. In a roundabout sort of way.

Didn’t he? Or am I making it up in my head? Has my vagina hijacked my intellect and held it hostage so that it makes everything the man says now sound suggestive?”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Her hand rests at the base of her throat. Her eyes are wide and guileless. She’s the picture of innocence, and she’s entirely full of shite.

I say, “Too late, woman. I’ve already seen the swamp witch you’re trying to hide under that human skin suit you’re wearing.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I should call my gynecologist first thing in the morning and schedule a hysterectomy. My reproductive organs have gone insane.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“it’s a Mob bachelor pad. That explains its lack of a pulse.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“The place Quinn calls home is a penthouse in a skyscraper in the middle of the city that looks as if it were designed by Morticia Addams at the height of a depressive episode. Decorated entirely in shades of gray and black, the place is dark, sophisticated, and freezing. It’s somewhere a coven of vampires might feel cozy and welcome. Not a single speck of color enlivens the place. There isn’t a throw pillow, photograph, or plant in sight. There isn’t any carpeting or warm fabrics to soften the space, either. It’s all glass, marble, steel, and cold reflective surfaces. Looking around the echoing living room, I say, “My, how delightful. If I were a cyborg, I’d plug myself right in.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I really like Sloane, but I’ve never had a worse meal in my life.” “She’s very into her health.” “Is she into Declan’s health? Because it seems like her poor husband could starve to death eating that shredded cardboard she calls food.” He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair off my cheek, tucking it behind my ear. “Declan would eat broken glass if that’s what Sloane was serving.” I recall how his eyes tracked her every movement and smile. “He does seem a little obsessed with her.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I’m thirty-three, childless, with no career or work experience. I was raised in an environment of shame and fear by people who didn’t love each other. All I’ve ever known from every man who was supposed to care for me is violence. I’m jaded, cynical, and broken in so many places, there’s not enough glue in the world to put me back together. And I’m starting to have real feelings for a man who might be even more broken than I am.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“With the speed of two fingers snapping, he devolves from an adult human male with a fully functioning frontal lobe to a cave-dwelling primate composed of ninety-nine percent penis.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I always keep my nails short and painted black. It confuses people. They’re not sure if I’m chic and trendy or a dominatrix.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Feeling a thousand years old, I turn my head and stare at the ceiling. After a while, I say, “I’m thirty-eight.” “Hmm. You don’t look a day over fifty.” “I deserve that.” “You do. What else? Tell me more.” “Like what?” “I don’t know … What’s your favorite song?” “‘God Bless America.’” She laughs. “That’s not your favorite song.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“The way he’s wrapped around my body—legs, arms, and that big rough hand around my neck—should make me feel panicked. Or cornered, at least. Like a hunted fox, staring down its bloody end. But all I feel is sheltered. Secure. As if his body is a shield instead of a weapon that could do me harm. For the first time in my life, a man feels not like war to me, but like home.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I guess I like that they’re written for women. The whole world is made to please the male gaze, but romance novels only care about what we want. What we need. They’re specifically for our pleasure. Some of the stories are great escapist fantasies.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“He says, “Tell me about these romance novels of yours.” “Why?” “I’m interested to know what you like about them.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I don’t know what happened.” He chuckles. “I’ll tell you what happened. I dazzled the swamp witch with my dick, she fell under a sleeping spell, and the real you woke up for the first time in centuries.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous. My sweet girl. I’d kill an army for you. I’d burn down empires and lay all their gold at your feet.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“I want her to learn that marriage to me isn’t the end of her life. It’s only the beginning.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows

“Your ego is the eighth wonder of the world, my friend.”
― J.T. Geissinger, Brutal Vows