On Her Master's Secret Service Quotes

“I can let go of the twenty-three-year-old idiot who didn't realize just how much he could love you. I can. He's gone. I can let go of the man who was so tied up in his own guilt that he didn't really see you for years. But I will never let go of the eighty-year-old man who will hold your hand until the day he dies. I will fight for that old man. I will never let go of him.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“He was a little bit crazy with a side of fucking nuts. And that was a professional opinion.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“What’s up with guys? All they see is a bright smile, and they never look past a woman’s tits until they get married and then they wonder why Mary Sunshine got replaced with Sally Yells a Lot.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Alex, I remember when Eve was the touchiest, feeliest sub I’d ever met.” “He raped her. He abused her. She can’t go back,” Alex said. “We can’t go back.” “Then Evans wins. He did his job, and you should just hang it the fuck up. Why bother hunting the man down? You’re already dead. You just forgot to tell us to bury the fucking body, man.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“It’s nice to meet you, Eve. I’m glad it’s you and not that bratty ho-bag.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“His little piece-of-crap loft didn’t have books or movies, but he had a metric shit ton of weapons and ammo. He opened the door to the closet he’d made into his own private supply shop. Jake whistled. “Is that C-4? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jesse shrugged. Everyone needed a hobby. “I like to be prepared, sir.” “We’re not your superior officers, man. It’s just Jake.” Jake practically salivated. “Is that a fucking P90?” Jake caressed the Belgian made submachine gun. It was highly restricted. Jesse had spent a lot of money buying it on the black market. “You can take it. It might come in handy.” God, he sounded like a five-year-old trying to make a friend. Sean nabbed his SR-25 and an extra cartridge. “This should do it.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“He was such an idiot. She was topping from the bottom and here he was still carrying her fucking bags around because he couldn’t stand the thought of not doing it.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Your pleasure belongs to me.” He tugged her hair again and let his free hand find one of her breasts, twisting it and making her writhe. “Bend over. Grab your ankles.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Their marriage had broken as surely as the glass on the ground, and neither of them had swept up the pieces. They kept trying to pick them up and fit them back together, but some pieces had shattered utterly and would never fit again. All they got for the effort was bloody hands and frustration.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Which only proved that he didn’t know her at all. “I wouldn’t want that. Did I blame you? Yes. Was that fair? No, of course not. Do I still blame you? I don’t blame you for what happened, but I blame you for everything that happened afterward. I blame you for trying to be some kind of vigilante when I needed you to be my husband.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Now both fists were clenched at his sides as he followed her. “Because it’s still here. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry I was an arrogant prick who fucked up his job so badly that he could never go back. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am that you’re the one who got hurt because of it. Don’t you think I would change places with you if I could?”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Sometimes pain can be sweet if we let it. It can remind us of all the good things. Just because something bad happened, it shouldn’t erase the sweetness that came before it.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“And Eve paid the price and she continues to pay it every single day because neither one of you can let go for a second.” “If putting Michael Evans back where he belongs gives her a minute of peace, I’m going to do it. I’m her husband. I have to do this for her.” Ian shook his head, his eyes grim. “You’re not her husband anymore, Alex.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“He should have fucking known. He should have read Eve’s damn case study, but he’d been so sure that he was right, that he couldn’t possibly be wrong. “Yeah, well, if I’d paid any attention to Eve’s profile, I would have. She knew. But I was far too smart. I thought I had the fucker”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“If anyone deserves revenge, it’s Eve, and you want to take that from her now, too.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“they were family. They had a deal, him and Ian. They’d had it since they were kids growing up in the same low-rent trailer park with exactly two ways out—prison or the US military. Ian had stayed in the Army and Alex had gotten out the minute they would pay for his college. The friendship had survived years and distance.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“this time you’re looking for revenge.” Yes. He wanted revenge. He felt his jaw tighten, his vision focus in. “For Eve.” Ian’s eyes narrowed. “Really? Are you sure about that?” He was sure, and he fucking well deserved revenge. Evans had torn them apart.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“He could remember the way she felt in his arms, her back to his chest as they watched the sunrise. The whole world had been alive then, full of promise. They had been young. So fucking young. Strong. Neither of them had known how broken they could be, how easy it was to take a life and snap it like a twig until nothing remained but meaningless pieces.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Eve should be here. She has a right to know if the man who raped and brutalized her is back in the States.” “Eve isn’t coming anywhere close to this case,” Alex stated flatly. “And if I get even a hint that Evans is close to us, she’ll be on her way to a safe house and under twenty-four seven cover.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Because she could still feel Michael Evans violating her. She could still feel his hands slapping at her as he tied her down, feel the knife he’d used to carve her up.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“I move too much. I would end up next to you.” “Would that be such a bad thing?” He hadn’t touched her since before the incident, nothing beyond the merest brushing of his hands across her as he settled a blanket around her or helped her out of bed. He sighed, a heavy sound. “Eve, you flinch when I touch you.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“Michael Evans was supposed to want to kill me. I was the bait.” But Michael Evans, homegrown terrorist extraordinaire, hadn’t gone for Alex’s throat. Oh, no, he’d gone for something much worse. The man Alex had been hunting for the majority of his FBI career had raped his wife and tossed her to the side of the road like garbage.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“His little piece-of-crap loft didn’t have books or movies, but he had a metric shit ton of weapons and ammo. He opened the door to the closet he’d made into his own private supply shop. Jake whistled. “Is that C-4? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jesse shrugged. Everyone needed a hobby. “I like to be prepared, sir.” “We’re not your superior officers, man. It’s just Jake.” Jake practically salivated. “Is that a fucking P90?”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“We would all help you bury the body.” Eve felt a smile slide across her face as she looked at the women around her. They would. They would be right there with shovels and flashlights and alibis, and a nice bottle of wine for afterward because they were a sisterhood. They might not share blood, but they shared a life.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service

“You’re already dead. You just forgot to tell us to bury the fucking body, man.”
― Lexi Blake, On Her Master's Secret Service