Lucricia Sharpe

“I got you a present."

"Did you?"

"It's a book of poetry--romancy stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work”
― J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death

“You go in, I go in."
"Listen---"
He took her face in his hands.
"You go, I go. That's non-negotiable. If we're to get blasted to hell or poisoned into lunatics, we do it together."
"Crap, Crap. You have to look less rich and gorgeous."
God help him, she made him grin. "I'll do what I can.”
― J.D. Robb, Delusion in Death

“And you're not going to tell me she didn't make a move on you. At least test the waters."

"The waters," he said, "were not receptive."

"If they had been, I'd have drowned her in them already.”
― J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death

“I want a homing beacon on your vehicle."

"There will be."

"No, I want one on before we leave the grounds in the morning. I'll see to it."

Give and take, she reminded herself. Even when--maybe especially when--give and take was a pain in the ass. "Okay. But there go my plans to slip off and meet Pablo the pool boy for an hour of hot, sticky sex."

"We all have to make sacrifices. Myself, I've had to reschedule my liaison with Vivien the French maid three times in the last couple of days."

"Blows," Eve said as they slipped into bed.

"She certainly does.”
― J.D. Robb, Creation in Death