Quotes from J.D. Robb

She broke off a piece of bacon and offered it to the cat who sat staring holes through her. "For him, this is makeup sex. That's all you get," she said when Galahad inhaled the bacon then affectionately butted his head against her calf. "Just FYI, if you let another man rub up against you, and I sniff it out, you won't be able to buy me off with bacon." He handed her the syrup pitcher so she could drown her French toast. "So noted.

If you knew her, you'd understand Eve is no one's mark. Regardless, I wouldn't betray her for anything. Or anyone.

Water lapped as she sat forward. "Don't play games with me, Roarke." "Eve, it's my fondest wish to do just that.

As for her cat, Galahad made an appearance, regally ignored everyone under four feet until he clued in that this variety of humans was more likely to drop food on the floor, or sneak him handouts. He ended in a gluttonous coma, tubby belly up under a table.

I know you love me, but I don't know why. I look at you, and I just can't get why it's me. Every time I get my balance, I lose it again. Because it shouldn't be me, and I think it'd kill me if you ever figured that out.

You are embarrassed. She leaned over to kiss him, and while he was distracted, snatched the disc. That's cute. Really cute. Shut up. Give me that. I don't think so. Delighted, she danced back a step and held the disc out of reach. I bet this is very hot. Aren't you curious? No. He made a grab, but she was very quick. Eve, give me the damn thing. This is fascinating. She edged back toward the open patio doors. The sophisticated,seen-it-all Roarke is blushing.

You will be expected to obey orders, or this appointment can and will be terminated. Again, at the discretion of the primary. We run this by the book. I've always wondered. How many pages are in that book of yours? And smart mouthing to the primary can result in disciplinary action. Darling. You know how that excites me.

Real love's beautiful, elusive, and mean as a snake.

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary. A note. Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

Might have to go to London, she murmured. Huh. Wouldn't it be a kick in the head if I really did have to be out of the country hunting a criminal mastermind when Mavis goes into labor? I, my ass. That goes to we or I'll hurt you

Why do they call it rush hour when it lasts days and nobody can rush anywhere?

He'd walked into her life, and everything had changed. He'd found her; she'd found him—and all those dark places inside both of them had gotten a little smaller, a little brighter.

I'm late," she snapped before Summerset could speak. "But here's the thing, I'm not always late, but you're always ugly. Who's got the real problem?

Problem is, it'll be like looking for the crazy needle in a stack of needles. And nobody say 'haystack,'" she warned. "Because that's just stupid.

I'm not afraid of you, Roarke. Aren't you? He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. What do you think will happen if you step over the line? Too much, she murmured.

I expected to have some tags from reporters, but I'm clear there so far. I've had all inquiries from media rerouted to my office. She narrowed her eyes You can do that? I can. Why don't you always do that?

You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed. You'll just have to be quiet. He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. Or not. Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning? Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic.

Love, Eve thought, came in all colors, shapes, and sizes.

For now, for one night, the pressures of the job were light-years away. He could do that to her, and for her, she realized. He could open little pockets of peace.

I feel so used. I find I like it.

I was just trying to get his attention! the man protested at the top of his lungs. If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to.

Worrying about me won't help you get your job done. Who says I'm worried? He stayed where he was; simply held out his hand. She crossed to him, took it, gripped hard. When I met you, she said carefully, I didn't want you in my life. You were one big complication. Every time I looked at you, or heard your voice, or so much as thought about you, the complication got bigger. And now? Now? You are my life. She gave his hand one last squeeze, then released. Okay, enough mushy stuff. Olympus.

Marriage is a series of promises.