“Do you think you’re walking out on me, on your life, because you defended yourself against a monster?”
“I killed my father.”
“You killed a fucking monster. You were a child. Are you going to stand there, look me in the face, and tell me that child was to blame?”
She opened her mouth, closed it. “It’s not a matter of how I see it, Roarke. The law—”
“The law should have protected you!” With visions dancing evilly in his head, he snapped. He could all but hear the tight wire of control break. “Goddamn the law. What good did it do either one of us when we needed it most? You want to chuck your badge because the law’s too fucking weak to care for it’s innocents, for it’s children, be my guest. Throw your career away. But you’re not getting rid of me.”
Immortal in Death, JD Robb
Roarke: I’ll drop you.
Eve: No, better I catch a cab or take the underground. This guy sees me show up in a hot car with a fancy piece behind the wheel, he’s not going to like
me.
Roarke: You know how I love being referred to as your fancy piece.
Eve: Sometimes you’re my love muffin.
Imitation in Death, JD Robb
yey! I got a hard cover copy of BORN IN DEATH by JD Robb!
added a few. My other books are still missing, though.
- Conspiracy in Death
- Innocent in Death
- Born in Death
….
I got a new hardcover of Innocent in Death but I keep forgetting to bring it home.
“I want to see you again.” He stopped, took her face in his hands. “I need to see you again.”
Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. “Roarke, what’s going on here?”
“Lieutenant.” He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. “indications are we’re having a romance.”
-Naked in Death
“Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?
Roarke: You’d be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.
Eve: You’re not going to hell.
Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?
Eve: You married a cop…you married me. I’m your goddamn salvation.”
“I know you love me, but I don’t know why. I look at you and I just can’t get why it’s me. Every time I get my balance, I lose it again. Because it shouldn’t be me, and I think it’d kill me if you ever figured that out.”
-Eve
“No. No, I don’t believe you’d betray me with her. I don’t believe you’d cheat on me. But I’m afraid, and I’m sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.”
Eve: She completely eye-fucked you.
Roarke: I know. I feel so cheap and used.
Eve: Shit. You got off on it. Men always do.
Roarke: True enough, which is why we are so often cheap and used.
Kindred in Death