Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

— J.D. Robb

Eve: “If you ended up naked and dead with another woman, I'd do the Rumba on your corpse.” Roarke: “You can't do the Rumba.” Eve: “I'd take lessons first.” Roarke: “You might very well. Not that you'll ever get the chance, but you'd also grieve.” Eve: “Wouldn't give you the satisfaction. You cheating f-wit putz. "Rourke: “You'd weep in the dark and call my name.” Eve: “Call your name alright. How are things in hell? You dickless bastard. And I'd laugh and laugh, that's how I'd call your name.” Roarke: “Christ Jesus Eve, I love you.”--Eve, Rourke

— J.D. Robb

Eve: "Keep your mind off sex"Rake: "Why? It's so happy there.

— J.D. Robb

Eve: "She completely eye-fucked you." Rourke: "I know. I feel so cheap and used." Eve: "Shit. You got off on it. Men always do." Rourke: "True enough, which is why we're so often cheap and used.

— J.D. Robb

Eve talking to someone on her computer and having trouble with the language translator....." I have two like crimes. Your data and your input on Leclerc would be very helpful"Marie pursed her lips and humor danced in her eyes." It says you would like to have sex with me. I don't think that is correct""Oh, for Christ’s sake" Eve slammed a fist against the machine.....

— J.D. Robb

Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy? Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you think 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.

— J.D. Robb

Eve: "Where's Mister Scary?" Roarke: "Summer set has the night off." Eve: "You mean the house is Summer set-free? Damn shame we have to waste it with work.

— J.D. Robb

Far be in from me to dictate how you should assuage your guilt. Do you have a lot of it?" She bit his good shoulder. "You're about to find out." She toppled them both off the bench and onto the mat. "Well, ouch. I take it guilt doesn't bring out your gentler side.

— J.D. Robb

[First line]“The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous.

— J.D. Robb

God is dead and I am his replacement.

— J.D. Robb