“Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“His in-house intercom greeted him with a cheery 'Welcome home, Bart,' and his server droid - custom-made to replicate Princess Leia, classic… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the way the Irish thickened just a bit… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“I'll wait. By the way, sex-me-up shoes?" "I was following a theme." "Well." Reo turned her ankles, looked down. "They are pretty… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“Marriage isn't for the weak or lazy. It's work, and it should be. What would be the point otherwise?” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
