Quotes from J.D. Robb

Practice this first. He laid his hands on her shoulders. Have a good trip. Enjoy your vacation. You didn't say I had to speak to him. She blew out a breath at Roarke's calm stare. All right, all right, it's worth it. Have a good trip. She stretched her lips into a smile. Enjoy your vacation. Asshole. I'll leave off the asshole, I just wanted to say it now. Understood.

Normally, I admire your kick-in-the-face style, Lieutenant. But try that with this, and the two of us will be making love in heaven tonight. Heaven wouldn't have either of us

You were forthcoming, articulate, and gave the details. You're alibied up to your gonads--Oh, sorry. Not a problem, I like knowing that part of my anatomy is protected.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world. And you're lucky enough to have a family to share it with.

You changed my life, she said again. At least part of it. I'm beginning to see it's the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into routine, if I forget to let you know what I feel or what I think or how much you mean to me. Touched, he pressed his curved lips to her brow. I won't let you forget. Come to bed. You're tired.

Roarke, you've got to know I've got some bad stuff inside. It's like a virus that sneaks around the system, pops out when your resistance is low. I'm not a good bet. - Eve Dallas I like long odds. He lifted her hand, kissed it. Why don't we see it through? Find out if we can both win. - Roarke

And what the hell does that even mean? Why would you serve food for thoughgs, and what kind of food? If you serve spinach, do you get healthy thoughts? If it's ice cream and candy, it is fun thoughts? Why do we say stupid things?

Maybe I just didn't want it to be Benny because he really loves her, and if I was wrong about that, it'd be depressing. Who wants to be depressed?" "Poets," Eve decided. "You have to think they must." "Okay, other than poets.

I saw you, and that's all it took. Sometimes I can't breathe, I love you so much.

Drinking doesn't make problems go away. Just because you can't remember them doesn't mean they're not there.

Life, she remembered, had to be lived, even - and maybe particularly - in the middle of death

When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There's my soldier, exhausted from her wars." He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. "Now, I look, and I think: There's my woman, soft and lovely." Her lips curved as he undressed her. "Where do you get this stuff?" "It just comes to me. I've only to look at you, and the world comes to me. You're my life.

He'd tended her wounds, as she had his, and knew she healed well, healed fast. His resilient, hardheaded cop. But there were parts inside that tough, disciplined body that remained fragile—perhaps always would. And those vulnerable places pulled at him to protect, to comfort, to do anything he could to spare her a bruise or blow. The vulnerability undid him even as the strength brought him pride. And the whole of her brought him love beyond the measuring of it.

Love turned everybody's brain sideways, just like a stunner.

She took a small device out of her bag, slipped it into her pocket. Micro recorder? Roarke clucked his tongue. I believe that's illegal. Not to mention rude. I don't know what you're talking about. And unnecessary, he added. He turned his wrist, tapped a tiny button on the side of his watch. This one is much more efficient. I should know. I manufacture both brands. He smiled as the car stopped at the edge of a small clearing

When a man is clever enough and knows his quarry well enough to choose such a time and place to propose marriage, well, a woman was a goner.

What did people do with enormous families? All those cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews. How did they keep them straight? How did they breathe at any sort of family function?

Take care of my cop.

She woke to the scent of coffee, and wondered if that was how mornings in heaven smelled.

You'll stay in the surveillance vehicle and assist McNab. Any arguments from you, Detective? she said, looking at McNab. No. No, sir, Lieutenant. He patted Peabody on the back. You okay, honey? No honeys! Eve pulled at her hair. There are no honeys on an op, for sweet Christ's sake. Keep it up, just keep it up, and I'm having one of you transferred to Queens.

Eve sucked air through her nose. The next person, the very next person, who says that is going to know my wrath. I'm on a first-name basis with your wrath, sir. I guess this isn't the best time to tell you that McNab and I are thinking of cohabitating. Oh my God. My eye. Desperate, Eve pressed her fist to the twitch. Not while I'm driving.

Why is that? Why do we love each other?" "Because we are what we are, and we're both okay with it.

Left with an oncoming headache, went home, and that's verified, to his wife and six-month-old baby. He's three weeks into a big, fat raise and promotion. He doesn't fit for me. Lucky for Whistler, and likely his mother? What? Why? Weak joke. So back to your corporate trio.

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt. Eve Dallas on a drunk fall off the roof