Silent Vows Quotes

“If defeat was a certainty, I should at least enjoy the fall”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Liar, liar,” he whispered, his warm breath on my skin heating my entire body. “Shall I prove it?” Then his lips were on mine, sucking, tasting, devouring.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I got the sense that time and space meant nothing to Conner Reid. He made the rules in his world, and the rest of us were meant to adjust accordingly.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“The man was a deadly rival. A beautiful monster slated to be my new husband.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I wanted no part of the mafia world. I didn’t have my own money or an obvious way out, but I wouldn’t give up. An opportunity would present itself, and I’d be ready when it did.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I’m on my period,”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Now it doesn’t matter what name’s on your bracelet; it’s my name you’ll always carry with you.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Whoa, little big. Easy there.” The second he had sprouted taller than me, he started to call me his little big sister. I loved it, and hearing the endearment only made me hug him tighter.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“No, she was in a car accident six months ago. Her mother was killed in the wreck, and Noemi’s vocal cords were damaged. She’s mute and, from what I hear, pretty traumatized. No clue why her father nominated her. She’s hardly been seen outside of her house since it happened.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“It’s unrealistic to expect decency out of anyone, man or woman. In my experience, we’re not so different from our prehistoric ancestors as we’d like to believe.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I wasn’t looking to start a war. Though, for her, I just might.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Ready or not, fucker. Here. I. Come.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“A person could live by a different moral code than society and still be honorable. He could steal all my thongs and still be thoughtful—order me onto my knees and still worship me like a goddess. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t want some of his parts without the others. Conner was who he was because of his dark complexities, and I adored every enigmatic piece of him.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“No, I said turnabout was fair play. That means if I stray, you can, too. But for right now, there’s only one set of legs I want between, and as long as that’s the case, I expect the same in return.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“well, but the thought of anyone but me laying a finger on Noemi made me itch with the need to paint her entire family tree in shades of red.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“There’s been an offer for your hand. An important alliance.” For my hand? As in … marriage? What the hell is he talking about? He continued to push closer until he had my back pressed against the wall. “You will not fuck this up for me.” His hand cupped my throat, his thumb coarsely drifting back and forth over my windpipe. “You will agree to this union, but I want you to understand that your departure from this house does not keep you from my reach. If you spread a single word about whatever it is you think you know, there won’t be a rock you can hide under where I won’t find you.” His hand tightened—not hard enough to bruise, just enough to crystalize my blood into ice at the threat of my thinning airway. I kept as still as possible, pleading with my body to cooperate. “I’ll know it was you. You don’t have to speak to be a rat,” he growled.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I stared straight ahead, unable to meet his eyes. Those mesmerizing cobalt eyes that had ensnared me the second I walked into the room.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“When I rounded the corner, all three men stood. My father. My brother. And the man from the coffee shop two days earlier.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Was I actually considering this? Would I bind myself to some Italian Mafia princess I’d never even met?”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I couldn’t tell if this was the chance I’d been hoping for or a total disaster.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Having his daughter at the heart of a critical alliance would be huge for him, and he wouldn’t think twice about selling me off like cattle. So what did that mean for me? Instead of escaping the mafia, I would be permanently married to the Irish mob.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Dad had agreed to marry me off to someone as part of an alliance. I was going to be married. Holy shit! The guy’s name was Conner Reid.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“His name is Conner Reid. He’s Irish,”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“I took my freshly filled wineglass in hand and held it aloft. “To a lasting alliance, gentlemen, and a new era of prosperity.” And to Noemi Mancini, prepare yourself. Life as you know it is about to change.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“the prospect of a silent wife bore merit. I could lead my life as I wanted without nagging or disruption and allow her to do the same.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“Mute. Now that was even more intriguing. The sheet listed her age at twenty, a full eight years younger than me—a sizable gap but not insurmountable.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“You’ll want to take that last one out of contention,” Edoardo offered. “She never should have been in the pile.” “She in a relationship or something?” I asked. “No, she was in a car accident six months ago. Her mother was killed in the wreck, and Noemi’s vocal cords were damaged. She’s mute and, from what I hear, pretty traumatized. No clue why her father nominated her. She’s hardly been seen outside of her house since it happened.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“My gut churned as I scanned through grainy color photographs printed on standard printer paper. Next to each was a list of background and basic information. I felt like I was picking out a used car, not a bride. Was I actually considering this? Would I bind myself to some Italian Mafia princess I’d never even met?”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“My gut churned as I scanned through grainy color photographs printed on standard printer paper. Next to each was a list of background and basic information. I felt like I was picking out a used car, not a bride.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows

“In addition”—his gaze locked with mine—“we want Conner to know that he has family on both sides of this table.” Well, I’ll be damned. I hadn’t expected that. Italians were notorious for their strict delineation between Italians and outsiders. I was illegitimate with no clue who my father was and raised among the Irish, so the last thing I had expected was for the Genoveses to call me one of their own. My birth mother wanting to meet me was entirely different from these men accepting me into the family.”
― Jill Ramsower, Silent Vows