“How white is an Irishman's ass?" Eve wondered out loud. "You should know, darling.” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to.” — 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
