Do you think the penis ever gets tired?"
Whose?
Anybody's. I mean anybody with one. Does the penis ever just think: for God's sake pal, give it a rest? Or is it all: Woo-who!! Here we go again!
Mots clés nora-roberts eve-dallas in-death peabody fantasy-in-death j-d-robb
Dammit All To Hell and Back Again!
J.D. RobbRoarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River.
Eve: I think it'd be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River.
Roarke: Chattahoochee
Eve: What's the difference?
Roarke: Quite a bit, I'd think.
Mots clés romance mystery suspense futuristic
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.
Mots clés romance mystery suspense futuristic
Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls.
Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground.
Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years?
Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet.
Roarke: Good point. I'll do the flying.
Mots clés romance suspense futuristic
We're standing here, beat to shit, walking away from a crime scene where either or both of us could have bought it, and you're asking me to marry you?"
"Perfect timing.
Mots clés death glory eve-dallas glory-in-death
You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls."
"It's not a fashion accessory.
Mots clés death naked naked-in-death roarke
For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair.
"I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it."
With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty.
Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark.
He never slept first.
Mots clés eve-and-roarke
I'm just full of surprises." Watching her, he waved the wrapped bar from side to side. "You can have the candy if you sit on my lap."
That sounds like something perverted old men say to young, stupid girls."
I'm not old, and you're not stupid." He sat, patted his knee. "It's Belgian chocolate."
Just because I'm sitting on your lap and eating your candy doesn't mean you can cop a feel," she said as she folded into his lap.
Mots clés eve-dallas roarke divided-in-death
Love meant different things to different people.
J.D. RobbMots clés naked-in-death
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