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Blog Tour + ARC Review: ‘Brutal Vows’ by J.T. Geissinger

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!


Blurb

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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.


Review

5 ‘My sweet viper’ Stars!

ARC provided via Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review.

I can’t get enough of this series! Every single book is seriously addictive. And that happens to be a major problem now because I just finished reading the last installment and I am not ready to say goodbye to this amazing crew. I have to say though, J.T. Geissinger sure knows how to end it with a bang because Brutal Vows has become my top favorite of the four books in the series. I was so excited to finally get to read Spider’s story and he definitely found the perfect match in Reyna. I am assuring you, you don’t want to miss this new mafia romance!

So, as I said, Brutal Vows is the fourth and final installment in Geissinger’s Queens & Monsters series and it tells the story of Spider Quinn and Reyna Caruso. After Savage Hearts, Spider is not ready to fall for anyone no more so he finds a solution: an arranged marriage with an Italian mafia heiress. Enter Rey, the aunt of said heiress who happened to suffer many years because of an arranged marriage. As you can imagine, she is not agreeing with any of this and she makes it abundantly clear. But what happens when a connection starts to form between Rey and Spider? And when they are “forced” to marry each other instead? Will their chemistry be the end of them or the start of something beautiful neither expected?

We’re standing on top of two tons of dynamite, and it’s only a matter of time before someone strikes a match.

This couple! I am IN LOVE. I cannot say it enough times but Geissinger’s characters are so freaking good. She is all about giving us the best alphas and best kick-ass heroines and she did one of her best jobs with this whole series. Mafia romance? Check. Sassy and strong heroine? Check. Protective alpha? Check. Funniest banter? Check. Steamiest chemistry and double the feels? Double check! So yeah, you have a whole lot of themes in Brutal Vows and that is what makes it such a great reading experience. And when you have a couple as wonderful as these two? You simply don’t want to miss a single word because Spider and Rey together? PURE MAGIC. Trust me and just read this series and meet this crew of queens and monsters!

My stunned, achy, battered heart that doesn’t have a bloody clue what just hit it. It’s been bitten by a viper with sharp fangs and the sweetest venom.

Therefore, I am rating Brutal Vows with 5 STARS because it was the perfect way to end this series, with an unexpected couple that grabs your attention from the very first word until the very last one. I loved all the installments but this one is definitely my favorite of the four. I am sure you’ll understand why when you meet Spider and Rey and their beautiful love story. Another power couple to love that I will sure revisit many times because this series has become one of my favorites when it comes to mafia romance. Highly, highly recommend reading all these books!


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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.


J.T. Geissinger is a #1 internationally bestselling author of twenty-seven novels. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold over five million copies and been translated into more than a dozen languages.

She is a three-time nominee in both contemporary and paranormal romance for the RITA® Award, the highest distinction in romance fiction from the Romance Writers of America®. She is also a recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book and the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy.

She’s a Southern California native currently living in Nevada with her husband and rescue kitty, Zoe.

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