790 Quotes by Janet Evanovich

Ranger removed my goggles. “Would you like to come home with me?” I stepped away from him. “Thank you for the offer, but no. I’m done with men.” Ranger smiled. “Forever?” “Until I figure some things out.” “And if you don’t figure them out?” “If I can’t figure them out on my own, I’ll ask you to help me.” “Babe, that’s like the blind leading the blind.

I don’t know if it’s a good idea to give a woman a box of bullets when she’s got a pimple.

He grabbed me by my jacket lapels, pulled me to him, and kissed me. His tongue touched mine and I got a rush that was just a millimeter below climax. His hands slid inside my jacket and circled my waist. He was hard against me. And suddenly nothing mattered but a Ranger-induced orgasm. I wanted one. Now. The hell with Eddie DeChooch. One of these days he’d drive himself into a bridge abutment and that’d be the end of that.

Thinking very often resembles napping, but the intent is different. – Stephanie Plum.

If I gave you a pity position it wouldn’t be in my office.

I had a long history of calamitous mishaps.

I’m so busy writing and editing two books a year that I don’t have time for painting anymore.

I’d slept with Ranger! Not sexually, of course. But I’d been in his bed. And then there was the evil shower gel. “It was all because of the shower gel,” I said. Morelli’s eyes narrowed. “Shower gel?” I made a major effort not to sigh. “Long story. You probably don’t want to hear it.

The ‘Barnaby’ books were always intended to be graphic novels.