Tanisha Inman

“He knew he was slipping. Blood was dripping down his arm, through his fingers. He'd faced death before, was no stranger to the sensation of knowing this breath, this one breath, could be the last you drew.

But he'd be damned if it would. Not when his woman was watching him with terrified eyes, calling to him, risking her life to save his. He set his teeth, gave his injured arm his weight. Pain swam sickly in his head, into his gut as he reached up to her.

And her hand gripped his, firm and strong.”
― J.D. Robb, Loyalty in Death

“I'm so proud of you, and so amused at your discomfort in being recognized for you dedication and skill."

"Amused? Here's another funny for you. You're getting a medal, too."

He dropped her hand. "What? I'm a civilian, as you continually remind me."

"The Civilian Medal of Merit, and they don't given them out like candy, pal, especially to shady characters."

"I don't think it's appropriate."

She loved it, just loved when he turned all dignified.

"Oh, it is, and how I get to be amused. You're the one who started sticking his nose in, then his whole body. Now you're going to have to stand up there on Wednesday afternoon - fourteen hundred, so put that in your book - and take what you get. And I'm pretty damn proud of you, too, so suck it up.”
― J.D. Robb, Thankless in Death

“You changed my life," she said again. "At least part of it. I'm beginning to see it's the best part of it. I want you to know that. I want you to remember that when we get back and things settle into routine, if I forget to let you know what I feel or what I think or how much you mean to me."
Touched, he pressed his curved lips to her brow. "I won't let you forget. Come to bed. You're tired.”
― J.D. Robb, Rapture in Death

“one day someone’s going to come along who’ll hug you so tight that all of your broken pieces will fit back together again.”
― Jade West, Dirty Daddies