J.D. Robb Quotes

An enormous urn of coffee was being put to use by both cops and servers. One of her own uniforms was helping himself to a tray of fancy finger food and another was already hitting the dessert cart.It...

And oddly, she realized, it wasn’t small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.

And since even the thought of winter precipitation caused the majority of drivers to lose any shred of competency they might own, she spent most of her trip avoiding, leapfrogging over, and cursing ev...

And there was nothing in his life he could remember fearing as much as he feared knocking on the bright blue door of that old stone house.

And you figure because the two of you don't rub smooth she'll let things slide? Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. That's jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas'll work till she drops to...

And you were going to do that anyway. I was, yes. He smiled at

Are you gonna arrest a robber?Know any?My friend Everet stoled a candy bar from the store, but his ma found out and made him go pay for it out of his 'lowance, and he couldn't have candy or for a who...

Aren’t you a little old for toys? It’s not a toy, it’s an adventure,

As always, just the sight of him gave her a quick inner jolt. His face was like a painting, a depiction in perfect oils of some fallen angel. The sheer beauty of it, framed by all that rich black hair...

As she read over Eve's shoulder, Mavis let out a low whistle. Not the Roarke! The incredibly wealthy, fabulous to look at, sexily mysterious Roarke who owns approximately twenty-eight percent of the w...

At least I’m not asking you to go to six o’clock Mass with me in the morning. Darling Eve, to get me to do that the amount and variety of the sexual favors required are so many and myriad even my imag...

At least this time, with this murder, she knew he had an alibi. At the time Cicely Towers was having her throat slashed, Roarke had been fucking the hell out of the investigating officer.

Bet you haven’t had time to rub on the breast cream either. She turned on Roarke. Some reason you can’t slap some on your hands before you feel her up? I do try, he said, throwing Eve to the wolves wi...

Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light. Slow, he told her, with awareness. Breathe out to emp...

Bullock, Sam, died at the age of one-twelve. They’d been married five years. She was forty-six.Isn’t that romantic?Heart-tugging. First husband was younger, a callow seventy-three to her twenty-two.We...

But getting the sinner where justice deemed he belonged was the trick. It required a system. And the system demanded its rules, techniques, manpower, organizations, and loopholes. And the occasional s...

But it happened to us. At first you ask why—why did this happen to us? Then you realize, and try to accept, there is no why. Lori leaned her head to Ira’s shoulder. An evil person does evil things. Th...

But that was personal. No one, absolutely no one comes into our home and speaks to you that way.

But, Christ on a tricycle, Roarke, this is going to be a pain in my ass.

By five A.M., her eyes were gritty and her head ached. The single hour’s sleep she had managed to tuck in between sex and murder was beginning to wear on her.