Lisa Caudill

“Roarke, what's going on here?'
'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.”
― J.D. Robb, Naked in Death

“What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the
way the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. “That you would think of this. That you would do this.”
He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet.
“I can’t thank you enough. There isn’t enough thanks. I can’t say what this means to me, even to you. I don’t have the words for it.” He took her hands,
brought them both to his lips. “A ghra. You stagger me.”
He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. “You’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“... If you tried to touch my woman she'd break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse.”
― J.D. Robb, Treachery in Death

“What about your crepe?"

"Stuff It."

"She's crazy about you," Mavis commented.

"It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.”
― J.D. Robb, Immortal in Death