Quotes from J.D. Robb

He linked his fingers with hers. And because he had used it when he'd hurt her, he balanced that out by using it now. A ghra. Huh? A line appeared between her brows. Is that Gaelic again? Yes. He brought their joined fingers to his lips. Love. My love.

You're a fascinating woman, Eve. Here we are, wet, naked, both of us half dead from a very memorable night, and still you watch me with very cool, very suspicious eyes. You're a suspicious character, Roarke.

Far be in from me to dictate how you should assuage your guilt. Do you have a lot of it? She bit his good shoulder. You're about to find out. She toppled them both off the bench and onto the mat. Well, ouch. I take it guilt doesn't bring out your gentler side.

those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

Was it ever . . ." She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. "Before, with anyone else—" "No." He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. "It was never, with no one else." Not for me, either." She simply breathed him in. "Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me." "I can do that." He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean.

How's it going down there? It's weird. They're too polite, they talk funny, and stuff has too much shine on it. But the coffee's worse than Central's, so that's something.

Why do you always have to put you and McNab and sex in my head? It brings pain no blocker can cure.

You're not perfect, and that makes you just exactly right.

She woke to sunlight and the scent of coffee. The first thing she saw was Roarke, with a mug of coffee in his hand. how much would you pay for this? Name your price. she sat up took it from him, drank gratefully. this is one of my favorite parts of the marriage deal. She let the caffeine flow through her system. I mean the sex is pretty good, but the coffee...the Cofee is amazing. And you're all-round handy yourself most of the time.. thanks. Don't mention it.

Roarke glanced over at the monitor briefly, saw Eve on screen facing a woman who'd tried to make herself her twin. The hair, the eyes. She didn't come close, he thought, then forced himself to look away from the beat of his heart, and work to save her. Roarke tuned it out, all of it. Just the sound of Eve's voice - not the words, just the sound of her voice - was all he let in as he worked to lift the most important lock of his life.

Let me help you. Roarke bent down, lifted Rockman by the lapels. He jerked the man up, steadied him. Look at me, Rockman. Vision clear? Rockman blinked blood out of his eyes. I can see you. Good. Roarke's arm shot up, quick as a bullet, and his fist connected with Rockman's already battered face. Oops, Feeney said mildly, when Rockman crumbled to the floor again.

You just pounded yourself into me with all the finesse of a sweaty celibate breaking fast with a rented sex droid.

When she heard the door behind her open, she spoke without turning. You've got a man who doesn't particularly like women as a species, considers them inferior. Well, to be fair, considers everyone inferior, but I got a definitive vibe women were lowest on his feeding chain. Called me 'miss,' she grumbled. And lived? Roarke stepped behind her and began rubbing her shoulders.

Cold as a bitch's tit." "It's 'witch's.'" "Why? Doesn't matter," Eve said quickly. "Neither way makes sense. If somebody's a witch, why do they put up with cold tits? I'm a bitch, and twenty-four hours ago, my tits were plenty warm.

He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

It amazed her how much people wanted to talk at parties. And about nothing in particular.

I'm programming us a couple of spinach smoothies I'll pass. For the rest of my natural life. Just what you need, he insisted, tapped buttons manually. And came out with two cups of coffee.

I don't want to hear from Traffic that my husband was hotdogging the skyways in his minichopper. You won't. I bribe too well.

I don't worry about traditions overmuch. The fact is, I could change my mind as to whether I want something. For one reason or another, it could lose its appeal.

Then we'd better stop her. Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.

As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair, was forever a surprise to her.

Tag Feeney, Eve ordered when she was behind the wheel. Have him run like crimes in and around London. It would be my honor, Mrs. Lieutenant Dallas Roarke. At Eve's burning look, Peabody only grinned. Sorry. I just had to do it once. I'm over it.

I can't tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.

You expecting sabotage?" "You don't expect sabotage. That's why it's sabotage.