Statues are too much like dolls, and dolls are creepy. You keep expecting them to blink. And the ones that smile, like this?" Eve kept her lips tight together and she curved them up. "You know they've got teeth in there. Big, sharp, shiny teeth."
I didn't. But now I've got to worry about it.
Mots clés suspense eve-dallas in-death peabody
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
The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?"
"Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.
Mots clés nora-roberts eve-dallas peabody jd-robb
I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.
J.D. RobbMots clés humour eve-dallas peabody
Goddamn Summerset. I've told him to leave my car when I park it."
"I think he did." Peabody flipped on her sunshades, pointed. "It's blocking the drive, see?"
"Oh, yeah." Eve cleared her throat. The car was just as she'd left it, and fluttering in the mild breeze were a few torn articles of clothing. "Don't ask," she muttered and started to hoof it down the drive.
"I wasn't going to." Peabody's voice was smooth as silk, "Speculation's more interesting.
Mots clés speculation eve-dallas peabody
You're almost as good as Peabody."
He stopped at the door, grabbed her up in a steaming kiss. "You can't get that from Peabody."
"I could if I wanted." But it made her grin as he uncoded the locks. "But I like you better for sex.
Mots clés sex eve-dallas peabody roarke
Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her.
"With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster."
Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow.
"I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.
Mots clés peabody roarke scared-to-death
You don't need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female."
"McNab?" Eve said.
"Yes, sir."
"Shut up."
"It's all right, Dallas. We're a couple."
"A couple of what? No, don't tell me. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.
Mots clés eve-dallas peabody mcnab silence-across-the-land
Have McNab take the edge if you need one. Can he handle bad cop?"
"He does it really well during personal role-playing games when I'm the reluctant witness.
Mots clés eve-dallas peabody bad-cop
I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat." Peabody mopped at her face. "Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why."
With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. "I'll buy you a dozen, precious."
"Cannolis, for God's sake.
Mots clés eve-dallas peabody roarke in-death-series jd-robb
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