Quotes from Janet Evanovich

Ranger is Cuban-American with skin the color of a mocha latte, heavy on the mocha, and a body that can best be described as yum.

Embarrassing as it was to admit, I was beginning to enjoy the role, thinking there was nothing like packing a pair of cuffs to put some spring into a woman's step.

Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing.

I'd had a less tumultuous transition from childhood to adulthood, but somewhere in my twenties I feel like I got stalled in the process and now I'm drifting, marking time without any great passion to move forward.

Morelli grinned down at me. I don't know where he's getting it, but he's got some really good shit in those brownies.

You come from a long line of scary women Ranger finally said.

A winner is willing to look like a idiot for as long as it takes to get the job done.

Sure, he was attracted to her, but women always had to go beyond that. Women [had] nesting fantasies. It wasn't long before they were redecorating your apartment and criticizing your choice of mustard.

I don't understand how these things happen to you. They don't happen to anyone else. Who else do you know dropped their keys in a Dumpster? No one, that's who. Only you would do such a thing.

I swear, you're a crazy person. You go around up to your eyeballs in snakes and dead people and exploding beavers. It's just not normal. Even when I was a 'ho, my life wasn't that freaky.

Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who's extremely bad in an incredibly good way.

The lights were low, and Ranger was naked and lounging on the bed, waiting for me to return. I did a slow scan of his perfect body.

The mother and daughter whose roles had reversed—Grandma gladly relinquishing parental responsibility, my mother grimly accepting the task, struggling to find a place for an old woman who'd suddenly become a strange hybrid of tolerant mother and rebellious daughter. My father, in the living room, not wanting any part of it.

slipped onto the passenger seat, and Ranger leaned over and kissed me just below my ear. It was a hello kiss. Nothing serious. If I wanted it to get serious all I had to do was smile.

It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don't say it out loud.

It was one of those impulse things

Ranger was the second biggest complication in my life, and now that Morelli was out of the picture, I supposed Ranger was elevated to numero uno. He's close to six foot, one way or the other, is Latino, with medium brown skin and dark brown hair cut short. His teeth are white and even, and he has a killer smile that is seen only on special occasions. He dresses in black, and today he was wearing a black T-shirt and black cargo pants.

I don't feel comfortable with that," Emerson said. "I'm not actually a gun person." "Guns don't kill people," Rollo said. "Pontiac GTOs being pushed off mountains kill people.

I swear," Hal said, "this place is like the Bermuda Triangle. It's friggin' spooky. I went out to feed the monkeys last night, and I saw the Easter Bunny walking down the road with Sasquatch. And now there are rockets shooting into the sky from nowhere.

Babe," Ranger said, wrapping his arms around me, gathering me close to him.

Powder blue is a sissy color.

White lies are a gray area

I'm a glass-is-half-full person now, and your sorry ass is still in half-empty country.

Are you laughing? I can feel you laughing. My life isn't funny!" "Babe, your life should be a prime-time sitcom.