In Death Series Quotes

“What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the
way the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. “That you would think of this. That you would do this.”
He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet.
“I can’t thank you enough. There isn’t enough thanks. I can’t say what this means to me, even to you. I don’t have the words for it.” He took her hands,
brought them both to his lips. “A ghra. You stagger me.”
He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. “You’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.

Fucker." Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. "On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.”
― J.D. Robb, Treachery in Death

“I couldn't fall out of love with you if I fell all the way to hell.”
― J.D. Robb, Portrait in Death

“I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Marriage isn't for the weak or lazy. It's work, and it should be. What would be the point otherwise?”
― J.D. Robb, Portrait in Death

“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.”
― J.D. Robb, Delusion in Death

“I'll wait. By the way, sex-me-up shoes?"

"I was following a theme."

"Well." Reo turned her ankles, looked down. "They are pretty fabulous."

"They are," Mira agreed.

"I was going to say the same about yours. What a terrific color."

"Could we not talk about shoes in the box that still smells of evildoer?"

"You started it," Reo reminded her before she turned back to Mira.”
― J.D. Robb, Delusion in Death

“Her killer wrote a note on that stationary."

"A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?”
― J.D. Robb

“It's here, inside me, and it'll bite off pieces when it can. But I can take it because you're there. Because you know how it feels. You're the only one who really knows. And becasue you love me enough to feel it. When you look at me, and I see that, I can take anything.”
― J.D. Robb, Reunion in Death

“He’s shattered, and he’s trying to remember if he kissed her goodbye that morning. Did he say he loved her, did he kiss her goodbye, because she’s gone. And I thought, I was pissed, and I walked out. I didn’t kiss you goodbye. I didn’t tell you I love you. And damn it, who knows better than I do that everything can change, can break, and you never get that chance again?”

“My darling Eve.” He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“It’ll happen again. It may be you who’s pissed and walks out. So I want to say when it does happen, either way, to remember this right here.” She cupped his face in her hands, kissed him. “Just remember.”

“And you.” He kissed her back”
― J.D. Robb, Golden in Death

“His in-house intercom greeted him with a cheery 'Welcome home, Bart,' and his server droid - custom-made to replicate Princess Leia, classic 'Star Wars,' slave-girl mode (he was a nerd, but he was still a guy) - strolled out to offer him his favorite orange fizzy with crushed ice.”
― J.D. Robb, Fantasy in Death

“Roarke is her everything, as she is his. It matters, I think, that these two people who came from abuse and viciousness found each other, helped make each other into better people. Love opened them to more.”
― Nora Roberts and J D Robb

“He’d look at her the way he looked at her that always, still, probably forever, brought a skip to her heartbeat. He’d make her eat something, even if she didn’t want to, which was both annoying and precious.

And he’d listen. No bitching about her being late, no guilt trips. He’d listen, offer to help and, with all of that, with all of him, bring her a peace of mind she’d never expected to have in her life. So when she drove, at last, through the gates, she felt that quiet click. Coming home.

Under the night sky, the house Roarke built stood and spread and towered with its fanciful turrets, its grand design. Dozens of windows, so much light to welcome her, glowed out against the dark.

When she pulled up, got out of the car, some of the weight shifted. Work to do, yes, but home.”
― J.D. Robb, Golden in Death

“Morris stepped back, blinked. “Well, look at you.” “What?” Thrown off, Eve glanced down at herself.
“You look gorgeous.”
She’d have been less shocked if he’d stabbed her with his scalpel. “I— What?”
“Like a perfect spring day,” he added as he walked over to clean his hands. “I calls ’em as I sees ’em.”
― J.D. Robb, Golden in Death

“It's just a promise, that's all. A promise, and you do your best not to break it.

Like a lease.

There you go!

You know, Dallas, that's almost wise.”
― J.D. Robb

“She spun to Roarke. “Let’s gear up.”

She yanked on her weapon, strapped on a clutch piece. She opted against
body armor as it was too bulky and annoying, but hooked on a combat knife.

When Roarke joined her he wore a knee-length leather coat. She had no
idea what sort of weaponry and illegal electronics might be under and/or in it.

She’d leave it to him.

“Some couples,” he said, “go out to a club for an evening.”

Her smile was thin and sharp. “Let’s dance.”
― J.D. Robb, Origin in Death