Quotes from J.D. Robb

You shouldn't have private conversations in public facilities at the top of your lungs." Point well taken, Eve was forced to admit.

Roarke: Pull yourself together, Eve. He was already in a business suit, his hair shining and sleek... Eve: How come you already are? Roarke: Because staying in bed half the morning unless sex is involved is a waste of time. Since you didn't appear to be cooperative in that area, I started my day with coffee instead

Sometimes a well-placed lie saved friendships, and sanity.

By five A.M., her eyes were gritty and her head ached. The single hour's sleep she had managed to tuck in between sex and murder was beginning to wear on her.

Love swamped her. It always seemed to come in huge, unexpected waves that left her flailing helplessly.

Would you be shedding tears for McNab's dead body if he'd been screwing around on you?" Peabody pursed her lips. "Well, since I'd've been the one who killed him, I'd probably be shedding tears for me because you'd be arresting me. And that would really make me sad.

As Sean seem determined to shadow her every move, she concluded that young boys were much like cats. They insisted on giving their company to those who most feared or distrusted them.

Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?" "Wow, that's some ugly ass he's got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it." "We can't leave that ugly ass hanging out on Ninth Avenue." Resigned, Eve started to pull over, then spotted two hustling beat cops. Pitying them, she kept going. "It's a Christmas miracle," Peabody said, reverently.

I'd trust you a hell of a lot more if you didn't refer to her as an old friend when we both know she was a hell of a lot more What she was is nearly a dozen years in the past. Years before I ever set eyes on you. Now simple bafflement joined the irritation and the ice. Christ Jesus, are you jealous of a woman I haven't spoken to, seen, or thought of in years? Even only looked at him for one long moment. You're thinking of her now

Stupid son of a bitch His droopy eyes went huge. What did you say to me? You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too stupid to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you. You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass. You couldn't take me ten years ago, she shot back, you sure as hell can't take me now. Want to test that out, kid?

You seem to have found a stored pocket of energy. I am reborn! Cackling, she whirled around, pushed off with her toes and leaped on him. Let's have monkey sex, she said as she wrapped her legs around Roarke's waist. Well, if you insist. It so happens I have a pint of very nice chocolate sauce in the parlor. You're kidding. One never kids about monkey sex with chocolate sauce.

Two lost souls. He'd once called them that. She wondered if they'd stopped being lost when they'd found each other.

I married a cop." "I told you not to." Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. "And would I listen? I'm damn good at being married to a cop.

Peabody, are you wearing a cross? What? Me? Her cheeks went pink as she clear her throat. It just happened that I know Mariella in Records, who just happened to have one, and I happened to borrow it. Just for backup. I see. And would you also be carrying a pointy stick? Not unless you mean McNab. Eve stopped at a light and turned around in her seat. Repeat after me: Vampires do not exist. Vampires do not exist, Peabody recited.

People, she thought, could be unbelievably stupid.

If we don't make it, I love you and blah, blah, blah." He laughed, and shifted so his arm wrapped around her shoulders. "I'll say the same. It's been a hell of a ride so far.

People who act like assholes get treated like assholes

Roarke) Those who can't, teach. Isn't there some saying along those lines? (Eve) She gave him a blank look. If you can't do something, how the hell can you teach somebody else to do it?

EVE WASN'T SURE WHAT IT SAID ABOUT HER that she was more comfortable in the morgue than in a baby boutique.

That's perfect, isn't it? I'm sex and money; you're dead bodies. What a team we are . Best to stick with our strengths.

Then you can investigate me over dinner. He took her arm, lifting a brow as she stiffened. I'd think a woman who'd fight for a candy bar would appreciate a two-inch fillet, medium rare. Steak? She struggled not to drool. Real steak, from a cow? A smile curved his lips. Just flown in from Montana. The steak, not the cow.

She slid off the table, but didn't object to having his hand support her. Where's my ice cream? You didn't behave, so there'll be no treat for you. That's just mean.

The man is a genius, and geniuses don't have to abide by the same rules as the rest of the world.

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her. Studying it, knowing he had no intention of giving it back to her, he felt like a fool.