“She'd barely stepped in, taken that first breath of cool, clean air, when Summerset, Roarke's majordomo, appeared in the foyer like an… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“You're earlier than expected, and appear to have gotten through the day without destroying any article of clothing. I must note this… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“She would be a sparkling accent on his arm. She speaks flawless French and Italian, and has a limitless supply of charm… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“She had an insult waiting for Summerset, who she knew would comment about her being home early. She’d say it was Mortician’s… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“Unnerved, Summerset moved quickly to the communication center. "Roarke, the lieutenant has just come in from outside. She wore no outer gear.… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“She heard a trill of laughter float down the hall, lifted a brow. "Company?" "Indeed." With his disapproving eye, Summerset scanned her… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
It's the end of the summer. It's the end of it all. Those days are gone, it's over now, we're moving on. — Theory of a Deadman Copy Share Image
