460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

He could make her want simply by existing. There’d been no one else who could ever hold her heart with no more than a look, a word. He’d given her a life beyond survival, beyond even the badge that had been her world, and the symbol of that survival.

The rage worked under her cheer. It was always there, whispering to her. But she could control it. She’d controlled it for years. Because she was smart, smarter than all of them.

If we do, I want to be the bad cop.” “You’re a lousy bad cop, Feeney. Face it.” He gave her a mournful look. “I outrank you, Dallas.” “I’m primary, and I’m better at bad cop. Live with it.” “I always have to be the good cop,” he muttered as they stepped into a well-lighted hallway with more marble, more gilt.

Roarke wondered if she thought of how many more would be hers – victims and killers. And knew, as he knew her, she did.

Marital discord, she decided, was like some sort of low-grade fever that threw the whole system just slightly out of whack so you couldn’t manage to function at full capacity.

I don’t get it. Scratch, bite, squeal, slap. Why do women fight like that? They’ve got fists. It’s embarrassing to our entire gender.

Great sweater, by the way. Cashmere?” Baffled, Eve looked down at her navy turtleneck. “I don’t know. It’s blue.

There’s always a way out. You just have to pay the price, whether it’s money, status, the emotional hit, or all of that and more. Cheating’s cheap and it’s lazy.

Cops are good at keeping secrets.