“I’ve decided being eaten alive by anything is my last choice of causes of death.” “What’s first choice?” “Kicking it at two hundred and twenty, minutes after being sexually satisfied by my thirty-five-year-old Spanish lover, and his twin brother.” “There’s… — 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
