“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.” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“propped up a little as her eyes adjusted. She hardly ever got to watch Roarke sleep. Most of the time he rose before she did. And sleep for her tended to be wandering in lucid, often disturbing dreams,” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“The man could stop her heart, then send it into full gallop. Just a look at him. They’d been married more than two years,… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“When his mouth was on hers, when he could feel her about to shatter yet again, he plunged into her, knocking her over the… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“So he found her. Most people would have said she was relaxed. But then, Roarke thought, most people didn’t really know and certainly didn’t… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“Why is that? Why do we love each other?” “Because we are what we are, and we’re both okay with it.” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“Eve: “If you ended up naked and dead with another woman, I'd do the Rumba on your corpse.” Roarke: “You can't do the Rumba.”… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“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… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“Eve woke, violently aroused. It was Roarke’s hands on her. She knew their texture, their rhythm. Her heart tripped against her ribs, then bounded… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“She took his mouth, gave it a nice little bite as she ground against him. "There you are," she murmured. "Well, you've left me… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“He watched, somewhat fascinated as she swished a slice of bacon through the pool of syrup. His steely-minded cop had the appetite of a… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
