#roar

You're almost as good as Peabody." He stopped at the door, grabbed her up in a steaming kiss. "You can't get that from Peabody." "I could if I wanted." But it made her grin as he uncoded the locks. "But I like you better for sex. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#peabody #roarke #sex #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

#homing-beacon #roarke #death

he wouldn't mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#death

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

#present #roarke #death

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates? ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #death

EVE: I have work to do. ROARKE: I know but it can wait. I have something to show you. EVE: In the bedroom? She looks Roarke up and down. I've seen it. It's nice I might take time to play with it later. ROARKE: You're to good to me. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#roarke #death

When she brought Mira up, Eve gave Roarke another glance. "Don't talk to him," she warned. "He can get bitchy when he's in this deep. I don't know if we have any of that tea stuff." "I had it stocked, and I don't get bitchy. Bloody, buggering HELL." Eve just rolled her eyes and got the tea. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#humor #roarke #death

It would have been convenient to be gay. Just because of the grooming, the narcissism, stuff like that. But I have this kind of roaring heterosexuality. Traditional, uncomplicated heterosexuality, an almost cliched Robin Askwith thing. ↗

— Russell Brand

#because #been #cliched #convenient #gay

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. ↗

— George Byron

#i #i love #intrudes #less #lonely

You know, the period of World War I and the Roaring Twenties were really just about the same as today. You worked, and you made a living if you could, and you tired to make the best of things. For an actor or a dancer, it was no different then than today. It was a struggle. ↗

— James Cagney

#actor #best #could #dancer #different