J.D. Robb Quotes

You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be.

He was hitting on you, however.Reflex, not targeted.Agreed, which is why he lives.

She let her body go limp, moaned, and combed her fingers through his hair, ran them over his shoulders. Your jacket, she murmured and tugged at it. When he shifted to shrug free, she had him.It was a...

I’m not strong. You’re wrong, Eve said as she rose. You came here, you asked to help someone who needs help. You’re no weak sister, Mrs. Patrick, and he can’t make you one.

She shifted her grip on him so her arms linked around his neck. I love you. And kissed him, soft, slow, deep. I love you. I love you. I’m just going to keep saying it, she told him as she pressed her...

He'd have made billions on this, Eve added.Grossed.I'll say it's gross.No, no. It was a relief to laugh. Gross income. It would cost-has to cost enormously to run the labs, develop the technology, the...

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking candy bar. [...] She reached down [...] and chose a Galaxy bar [...] I'm going home. You didn't pay for that, Francois shouted after her. Fuck you,...

She started out, then pressed a hand on the door to brace herself. You think I don’t know, that I don’t understand what that cost you. But you’re wrong. She couldn’t keep her voice steady, gave up try...

But a book? You go into it. There’s no visual or auditory other than what forms in your own mind. You visualize the characters, the scene, through the words. You, as reader, interpret the tone of voic...

She decided working security at the SkyMall ranked high on her list of worst ten jobs, right up there with shark tank cleaners—somebody had to do it—and proctologists.

She started to pull at the chain, but he closed his hands over hers. It doesn’t go with my suit. Eve, a gift is not supposed to make the blood drain out of your cheeks. Suddenly exasperated, he gave h...

He could want her, every minute of every day. Was certain he would go on wanting her after he was dead and gone. She was the pulse, the reason, the breath.

She stepped inside, into warmth and white marble veined with gray, into the strangely spicy scent of whatever the masses of bold flowers cast off from their silver urn on the central table.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was so pissed off at what happened, at myself, I didn’t think.He stroked a hand down her hair first, then gave the choppy ends a quick tug. I’m not angry with you.I know. You c...

Every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

His eyes were the color of the scrim that forms on street puddles in January. A cold and dirty gray.

Life was full of the ludicrous that ended in bloody murder.

But Eve had already scented it, already—despite herself—begun to smile. It’s coffee, she murmured, unaware of the way her voice softened as she reached for the simple brown bag Mavis held. Coffee. Ill...

Trash. The contents of the bag I tagged look like basic garbage

You’ve played the games. You’re a competitive soul. What’s the point of playing if winning isn’t the goal?