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.
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...
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...
And oddly, she realized, it wasn’t small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.
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 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...
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 look like a pagan. A pagan warrior queen. He scraped his teeth along her throat. Naked, glowing, wearing nothing but ropes of diamonds.I want you inside me. Breath tearing, she bit at his ear. Hot...
You enjoyed your honeymoon?Christ, she thought, when was someone going to ask if she'd enjoyed being fucked around the world and into outer space? Yes, sir. Thank you.
You don’t think the dead guy is Miguel Flores. I think the dead guy’s name was Lino. But . . . that means maybe he wasn’t even a priest, and he was up there doing the Mass thing, and marrying people,...
Women are the worst. They zero in on some guy. Oh boy, he’s the one, gotta get me that one. So they do. Then they spend the rest of their time trying to figure out how to change him. Then if they mana...
When we get him, Eve continued, it’s going to come out that she—this symbol—knocked him around or boo-hoo broke his heart or made him feel weak and helpless. So his defense lawyers will come along say...
When she opened her car door, she noticed the electronic memo on the driver's seat. Scooping it up, she got behind the wheel. As she headed toward the gate, she flicked on the memo. Roarke's voice dra...
What did people do with enormous families? All those cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews. How did they keep them straight? How did they breathe at any sort of family function?
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...
What are you drinking? Number fifty-four; it’s supposed to be a chardonnay. Experimentally, Eve sipped again. It’s at least three steps up from horse piss. I recommend it.
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...