Quotes from Janet Evanovich

Morelli turned to Ranger. "If anything happens to her, I'm holding you responsible." "Understood," Ranger said. "Excuse me?" I said. "I'm an adult. I make my own decisions. And I'm responsible for my well-being. Is that clear?" "No," both men said in unison.

Steph?" "Huh?" I still had my hands on his stomach, and I could feel him laughing. "I can smell something burning, babe. You must be thinking." It wasn't my brain that was on fire. I felt around a little with my fingertips. He shook his head. "Don't encourage me. This isn't a good time." He removed my hands from his stomach and took another look at the cuts. "How did this happen?

It was M-m-moe and Shorty," I said. "Damn, I can't stop shaking." "Adrenaline burn-off," Ranger said. "It's normal." "Why aren't you sh-sh-shaking?" "I'm not normal.

I woke up wrapped in Ranger's arms, our legs entwined, my face snuggled into his neck. He smelled nice, and he felt even better . . . warm and friendly. I enjoyed it for a moment before reality took hold.

He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.

My big move was to get out of my underpants without snagging my foot and falling on my face.

Why do you gotta be going somewhere? Seems like it should be enough that we had nachos. And we got meaningful jobs. We catch bad guys. If it wasn't for us, there'd be vampires and all kinds of shit running around loose.

I don't care that you're short. I like lots of things that are short. Little dogs and daffodils. I hate you because you're mean as a snake. Would it kill you to be nice?

I sensed a familiar presence behind me. A hand brushed my hair back, and Ranger leaned in to me and kissed me on the nape of my neck.

I knew there were no such things as death cooties. Unfortunately, that's an intellectual fact. And death cooties are an emotional reality.

Hey. I know dirty. Vinnie

I can't help it. I'm just a big gasbag. I still got leftover barbeque gas. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and did a full minute-long far. Excuse me, she said.

His full name is Ricardo Carlos Mañoso. Second generation Cuban-American. Was Special Forces. Works for Vinnie now. He makes apprehensions other agents only dream about. He gets a little creative sometimes, but hey, that's the way it is with a genius, right?

Trenton cops wore more hats than I could name. They were arbitrators, social workers, peacekeepers, baby-sitters and law enforcers. The job was boring, terrifying, disgusting, exhausting and often made no sense at all. The pay was abysmal, the hours inhuman, the department budget was a joke, the uniforms were short in the crotch. And year after year, the Trenton cops held the city together.

And here's the good part: He got a tongue could measure twenty-one inches. Bet Mrs. Giraffe likes that one.

I don't want a new man. I'll be dead someday, my mother said. And then what? You'll wish you had someone. I have a hamster.

Jamie felt as though her heart would literally take flight from her crest. Damn her and her mouth. "Nick, I was sort of exaggerating about how nasty I was going to act of the plane. Why can't we just leave Fleas with Max and get going?" "She's lying, Nick," Max said. "You don't do things her way and she turns into Satan's daughter.

Throwing up is not a group activity

Okay, Ranger said. We're going to walk through the room and look for this guy. Pretend I'm not here. You going to be the wind again? I asked. Ranger grinned. Wiseass.

Ranger was waiting. He was dressed in black slacks, a form-fitting black T-shirt, and a black blazer.

If you can't fool yourself," he said, "how can you expect to fool anybody else?

Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes.

A book? he asked. Yeah, remember before television and computers we used to do this thing called reading?

Ranger was definitely wow. He stood half a head taller than me. He was perfectly toned muscle, and he had classic Latino good looks. He always smelled great. He dressed only in black. His eyes were dark. His hair was dark. His life was dark. Ranger had lots of secrets.