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Eve: “What do you want?”

Nadine: “A man of amazing sexual prowess, great sensitivity, stupendous abs, and the face of an angel. Toss in a wicked sense of humor and stupendous wealth, who adores the very ground I walk on. Oh wait, you already have him.”

—Eve, Nadine Furst

Chaos in Death

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Eve: “Don’t get smart with me, pal. I married you for your body, not your bucks.”
Roarke: “Darling Eve, that’s so touching. And all the while I thought it was my coffee connection.”

—Eve, Roarke

Conspiracy in Death

❝ ‘The fat lady has yet to sing,’ he said and laughed at her confused stare. ‘Meaning the game isn’t over. But tonight is. You’re going to bed.’
She’d been about to say the same, but it was always hard to resist arguing. ‘Says who?’
‘The man you married for sex.’
She ran her tongue around her teeth; hooked her thumbs in her front pockets. ‘I just said that to needle a sexually repressed, homicidal maniac.’
‘I see. So you didin’t marry me for sex.’
‘The sex is an entertaining element.’
‘An element you’re too tired to explore tonight.’
Because her eyes were drooping, she narrowed them. ‘Says who?’
He had to laugh, slipping an arm around her waist to walk with her to the elevator so she wouldn’t have to climb stairs. ‘Darling Eve, you would argue with the devil himself.’
‘I thought I was.’

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Eve: “Oh, bite me.”
Roarke: “Darling, I’d love to, but you’re on duty.”
Eve: “Get in the goddamn car.”
Roarke: “Please, Eve, these public displays of affection must stop. I have a reputation.”
Eve: “Keep it up, ace, and I’ll give you a public display of affection that’ll have you limping for a week.”
Roarke “Now I’m excited.”

—Eve, Roarke

Vengeance in Death

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Eve: “We’re getting married in a couple of hours.”
Roarke: “Are we?”
Eve: “I figured it out. It’s not a formality. And it’s not a contract.”
Roarke: “What is it?”
Eve: “It’s a promise. It’s not so hard to promise to do something you really want, anyway. And if I’m lousy at being a wife, you’ll just have to live with it. I don’t break my promises. And there’s this one other thing.”
Roarke: “What other thing, Eve?”
Eve: “I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.”

—Eve, Roarke

Immortal in Death

❝ Then perhaps I shouldn’t tell you that if I die first, I’m planning to come back to see you naked as often as possible.”
Her lips twitched, as he’d intended them to. “I’ll be old, with my tits hanging to my waist.”
“You don’t have enough tit to hang that low.

❝ I almost got blown up and got kissed by Roarke all in the same morning. I’m writing it on my calendar.

❝ You think because I have a vagina I cart around face enhancers?