Blog Tour & Review – Brutal Vows, J.T. Geissinger
May 3, 2022 | Posted in Blog Tour, Review | By Two Book Pushers
An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.
Brutal Vows, an all-new steamy and powerful dark enemies-to-lovers mafia standalone romance from international bestselling author J.T. Gessinger is available now!
An Irish mobster with a brutal grudge. An Italian mafia princess with a dark secret.
Two enemy empires joined in sacred marriage vows.
Let the hating games begin.
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Brutal Vows is the fourth and last novel in the Queens & Monsters series by J.T. Geissinger. I have read many books by J.T but sadly when Ruthless Creatures released my schedule was too packed to add to my review list. I am so mad at myself for not just going for it! I usually don’t read a series out of order but when I saw Brutal Vows and my schedule was wide-open I was like I HAVE to read it, I don’t care if I didn’t read the others. I did read the Beautifully Cruel duet so I there was that. Anyway…you can read it as standalone! I don’t want to spoil anything about this badass story and it’s characters so I will make the rest short. Lol.
Rey hates the Irishman on the spot. Spider knew she was a viper from the very beginning. And he knew then…he wanted her except he isn’t the one he was there for. He was there for Lili, a sweet girl he would never love. He never expected her aunt. He heard stories about the Black Widow but those don’t even do her justice. She had a forked tongue and a body made for sin. He had to stay away from her, she was not part of the contract. Plus, he didn’t want to be killed with her lethal stare…
I absolutely f*cking loved this book! It is so addicting and full of twists, darkness, wit, and romance. I love mafia, arranged marriage, and enemies-to-lovers tropes and in this book you get ALL three! And characters who will make you hot and bothered, swoon, laugh with their wicked chemistry and banter. I really hope that one day we will see these characters again.
P.S. I have a lady crush on Rey. And of course a huge crush on Spider.
Quotes:
“You should also keep in mind that vipers are venomous…and they eat spiders for lunch.”
“Fuck, it’s hot when you threaten to kill me.”
This is the strike of the match that lit the raging forest fire. This is dark, intense, and dangerous. This is need, not want…and I don’t like it at all.
Excerpt
2 Spider I get only a glimpse of the woman in the window before the curtains fall back into place and she disappears, but the image of her is seared onto my retinas. Dark hair, red lips, olive skin. A black, low-cut dress. Acres of cleavage. And eyes that glittered silver in the afternoon sun like the flash of coins at the bottom of a wishing well. She can’t be Liliana, the lass I’m here to meet. I’ve seen pictures of her. She has a sweet, innocent face. A shy, lovely smile. The woman in the window looks like she’d only smile if she were slitting your throat. Mindful of the armed guards, I say in Gaelic to Kieran, “I thought the lass’s mother died?” Standing beside me, he follows my gaze and looks up at the blank window. “Aye. Why?” “Who else lives here?” He shrugs. “Dunno. From the size of the bloody place, probably a thousand people.” She’s not a servant, that much I know. There wasn’t a hint of servitude in those flashing eyes. She looked more like a warlord about to lead an army of soldiers into battle. “This way,” says the guard nearest to me. He nods toward an arched opening in the brick wall that leads from the circular driveway into an interior courtyard. Dismissing the thought of the mystery woman, I button my suit jacket and follow behind the guard as he leads Kieran and me away from the car. The other guard walks behind us. We’re led through the lushly landscaped courtyard to a set of enormous carved oak doors, flanked on either side by towering marble columns. The main house looms over us, three sprawling stories of beige limestone with elaborate balustrades and scrolled iron balconies, topped by a line of Roman centurion statues gazing down at us from a ledge on the red-tiled roof. Inside the main foyer, the décor becomes even more ostentatious. Naked cherubs frolic with hairy satyrs and woodland nymphs in colorful frescoes on the walls. Instead of one drop-crystal chandelier overhead, there are three. The floor is black marble, the carved mahogany furniture is edged in gilt, and my eyes are starting to water from the kaleidoscope glare of stained-glass windows. Under his breath, Kieran says, “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Looks like Liberace hurled his lunch all over the bloody place.” He’s right. It’s fucking awful. I have to force myself not to turn around and walk out. “Ah, Mr. Quinn!” I turn to my right. A man approaches with his hands spread open in greeting. He’s fit, of average height, and somewhere around forty. His dark hair is slicked back with pomade. Wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit I can tell is custom made, a powder blue tie with a diamond tie pin, a chunky diamond watch, and a gold pinky ring on each hand, he oozes wealth, privilege, and power. His cologne reaches me before he does. His smile is blinding. I hate him on sight. “Mr. Caruso, I presume.” He grabs one of my hands in both of his and pumps it up and down like he’s a political candidate campaigning for my vote. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to my home.” “Thank you. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” He hasn’t stopped grinning or shaking my hand. Ten more seconds of this shite, and I’ll break those Chiclet teeth of his. “This is my associate, Mr. Byrne.” I extract my hand from Caruso’s death grip and gesture to Kieran, who inclines his head respectfully. “Sir.” “Mr. Byrne, welcome. And please, both of you, call me Gianni. I prefer if we’re all on a first name basis, don’t you?” I’d rather blind myself with acid, you wanker. Kieran politely offers his name. I offer nothing. There’s an awkward pause while Caruso waits, but he gets the hint and suggests we retire to his study to speak in private. After what feels like a death march through miles of echoing corridors, we arrive at the study. It’s probably larger than the law library at Notre Dame. We sit across from Caruso in a pair of leather chairs so uncomfortable, they had to be designed by sadists. I haven’t been here ten minutes, and I’m already regretting the fuck out of this. Until she walks in the door. Dark hair, red lips, olive skin. A black, low-cut dress. Acres of cleavage. Not only cleavage, but long legs and an hourglass figure that would make any man stupid with lust. If he wasn’t too busy being turned to stone by the ice in her eyes, that is. I’ve never seen an attractive serial killer, but I bet this is exactly what she’d look like.
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