As always when she saw the kind and dreamy eyes of Dennis Mira, her heart gave a little tug. Just something about him, she thought, with his cardigans and mussed hair, bemused smile.
As Sean seem determined to shadow her every move, she concluded that young boys were much like cats. They insisted on giving their company to those who most feared or distrusted them.
Anatomy and biological process aside, creating life is a miracle, and should stay that way. Yes, we can—and we should—use our knowledge and our technology to insure the health and safety of the mother...
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...
Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he’d found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she’d worn the first time he’d se...
All these women. And Trina. Trina, she repeated, with considerable passion as she gripped his shirt. And gooey dessert and body things and chick-vids. All night. Slumber party. Do you know what that m...
A thin snow started to spit out of grumpy gray skies. Which meant, Eve knew, that at least fifty percent of the drivers currently on the road would lose a minimum of one-third of their intelligence qu...
A pity it was so early in the day and I couldn't treat myself to the roller coaster. we'll have to come back, you and I, and make up for it.Sure, when I've lost my mind and want to rush screaming thro...
A nice-looking boy pays attention, says the right things, looks at you just a certain way. You’re not smart anymore.
Eve)Hold on. You have to give them a gift for moving?Uh-huh. Plus they're shacking, so it should be a couple thing. She (Mavis) ate another canape, fed on to Leonardo.Why does there have to be a gift...
Our engines don't run at the same speed. What the hell does that mean? Just that. It sounds like something that ought to piss me off. But I can't figure out exactly why. When I do, I might have to pop...
You know, I'm only marrying you for sex and food.
What are you smiling at? she snapped at Roarke. I’m a man, and I’m sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I’m required to wonder—perhaps imag...
We’re going to get a couple things straight here, Roarke.’‘Your color’s back.’ Pleased with himself, he rose and nipped a kiss onto the tip of her nose. ‘That gray cast to your skin didn’t suit you.’...
Well, hell, Eve. If you need to run off to you dressmaker, or take your cat to therapy, Peabody and I can handle this minor matter of murder. Eve lips stretched in a vicious smile. Bite me, Casto.
Well, as we were saying when last we met—I don't have to say dick to you without my lawyer.Did I ask you to say dick? Peabody, replay the record and verify that I at no time requested that the subject...
Wear your new boots. He passed her the clothes. They'll work well with that, and with the coat as well.What new boots? Her eyebrows drew together as he took them off a shelf. And where did they come f...
Water lapped as she sat forward. Don’t play games with me, Roarke. Eve, it’s my fondest wish to do just that.
Two years married, she thought, and he could still make her heart hum.
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. —William Shakespeare