Strangers in Death Quotes

“Why doesn't it bother her? Seriously, it doesn't. She's not putting on a front. She's in a serious relationship with a guy who has sex with other women for a living, and it doesn't matter to her."

"I married a cop." Roarke smiled at her. "We all have our levels of acceptance. He was an LC when they met, just as she was a doctor, and one who often works in dangerous areas of the city."

She shot him the same easy smile. "So...if I'd been an LC when we met, you wouldn't have any problem with me banging other guys. Professionally."

"None at all, as I'd kick your ass and murder all of them. But that's my level of acceptance.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Clearing her throat, Peabody turned the cube on record. "I owe Dallas, Lieutenant Meaniepants Eve, twenty dollars to be paid out of my hard-earned, under-appreciated detective's salary next payday. Peabody, Detective Churchmouse Delia.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Your view on this is narrow. That’s how you’re built.” It didn’t feel narrow to her. It felt right. “Marriage is a promise. That’s one of the ways you talked me into it. If you break one part of the promise, it’s going to crack other parts.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“You’re all right, Blue Eyes.” She lifted her head to look into them. “You’re all right, down the line. You ever want a free bang, you got one coming.”
“It would, no doubt be a memorable bang. But my wife is fiercely jealous and territorial.” He grinned over at a very cold-eyed Eve.
“Her? You? That’s a kick in the ass.”
“Every damn day,” Eve muttered, and strode out.
She kept striding, out of the club, back into the comparatively fresh air of the city street. And fisted her hands on her hips as she spun to him. “Did you have to do the ‘my wife’ crap?”
His grin remained, and only widened. “I did, yes. I felt a desperate need for your protection. I believe that woman had designs on me.”
“I’ll put a design on you that won’t come off in the shower.”
“See, now I’m excited.” Reaching out, he toyed with the lapel of her coat."What have you got in mind ?”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Would you be shedding tears for McNab’s dead body if he’d been screwing around on you?”

Peabody pursed her lips. “Well, since I’d’ve been the one who killed him, I’d probably be shedding tears for me because you’d be arresting me. And that would really make me sad.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“I saw you, and that’s all it took. Sometimes I can’t breathe, I love you so much.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“There she was. Roarke stood in the office doorway, took a few enjoyable minutes to just watch her. She had such a sense of purpose, such a sense of focus on that purpose. It had appealed to him from the first instant he’d seen her, across a sea of people at a memorial for the dead. He found it compelling, the way those whiskey-colored eyes could go flat and cold as they were now. Cop’s eyes. His cop’s eyes.

She’d taken off her jacket, tossed it over a chair, and still wore her weapon harness. Which meant she’d come in the door and straight up. Armed and dangerous, he thought. It was a look, a fact of her, that continually aroused him. And her tireless and unwavering dedication to the dead—to the truth, to what was right—had, and always would, amaze him.

She’d set up her murder board, he noted, filling it with grisly photos, with reports, notes, names. And somewhere along the line in her day, she’d earned herself a black eye.

He’d long since resigned himself to finding the woman he loved bruised and bloody at any given time. Since she didn’t look exhausted or ill, a shiner was a relatively minor event.

She sensed him. He saw the moment she did, that slight change of body language. And when her eyes shifted from her comp screen to his, the cold focus became an easy, even casual warmth.

That, he thought, just that was worth coming home for.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“So, you’re dead asleep, and you get a call. Something terrible’s happened, and I’m dead. What do you do?”

It took him a moment to quell the terror, to ignore the small, dark place inside him that feared getting that call every day. “Before or after I fall prostrate with grief?”

“Before, during, and after. Do you peruse your wardrobe and select a coordinating outfit—down to the footwear? Do you deal with your hair so it’s perfectly groomed?”

“With my considerable skills and innate instincts that would take no time at all.”

“Keep it up and I’ll dump red sauce all over your fashionable smarty-pants.”

“That statement is one of the countless reasons why, under the circumstances you described, I’d be lucky to remember to dress at all.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“I keep thinking, well, this'll settle down. It's bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn't. Even when things are just going smooth and we're just....living, I can look at you, and I've got no breath left."

"Every minute with you, I'm alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I'm alive with you, Eve"

She sighted, touched his cheek. "We'd better get out of here. We're getting mush all over the pool.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“The point was, Eve supposed, no matter who you were—sex, race, tax bracket—death leveled it all out.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“The sudden power and punch of the kiss rocked her back on her heels, and made her wonder if little beams of sunlight were shooting out of her fingertips.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Love makes you do the wacky”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“People have been sleeping and/or marrying their way to the top since the first cavewoman said: ‘Ugh, that one’s the strongest and has the biggest club. I’ll shake my mastodon-skin-covered ass at him.’”
“Ugh?”
“Or whatever cave people said. And it’s not just women who do it. Cave guy goes: ‘Ugh, that one catches the most fish, I’ll be dragging her off to my cave now.’ Ava sees Tommy and—”
“Says ugh.”
“Or today’s equivalent thereof.”

-Eve & Roarke. .”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“I keep thinking, well, this’ll settle down. It’s bound to level off and settle down. But it doesn’t. Even when things are just going smooth and we’re just…living, I can look at you, and I’ve got no breath left.” “Every minute with you, I’m alive. I never knew before there were pieces of me unborn, just waiting for you. I’m alive with you, Eve.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“This, he thought, this, the unity, the adventure of it, would always delight him. Sustain him. Even when he was inside her, when the need pounded them both, the utter joy of what they’d found, what they’d made, rushed through him. She was the happiness he’d searched for all of his life.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“I have to get to the morgue.” “How many men are married to women who say that routinely, I wonder? Well.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“surprised”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Give her a cooey-dooey—” “Mavis!” “What?” “Mavis, I’m saying this for your own good. You have to stop the insanity. You sound like a moron.” “I know.” Mavis’s eyes, currently purple, rolled. “I can hear myself, but I can’t stop. It’s like a drug. So”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“Often when a parent loses herself-or himself-in the day-to-day responsibilities and demands of raising children, they become a less effective, and less loving parent than they might be.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“It remained an amazement, her personal miracle, that he loved her.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death

“A nice settled moment between the business of the day and the puzzle of the evening. It occurs to me these are moments I live for.”
― J.D. Robb, Strangers in Death