Roarke: I don’t expect you to come across kangaroos or sharks and the rest, but see you take care of my cop nonetheless. Eve: I’ll do that. Galahad’s enjoying the syrup still on the plates. Roarke: Bloody hell. You distracted me. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve’s extended rant on “predatory wildlife” — comedy gold. 😂😂😂😂 🦈🐍🐊🐅🐆🐘🦘🦏🦍🦁 #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

1 time. Needing a distraction from a busy mind. Eve: All right, ace, you’ve got a job to do. Roarke: And I do love my work. Gentle dreamy passion. 🐇 #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: He’s right there to pick up deli meat and make her a sandwich. Roarke: Is that a new euphemism? Eve: No, that’s literal. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: Ego’s blind. Roarke: That’s generally love. Eve: Works with ego, too. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve (to Galahad): You know, you never freak when I come home with blood on my boots, with boots smelling like death. Because that’s the job. (1/2) #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

The world according to #EveDallas: Chihuahua = “Rat Dog” #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: If redheads are redheads, why aren’t people with brown hair brownheads? Why brunettes? Roarke: A question for the ages. Eve: People with blond hair are blonds, with an e on the end if female for some stupid reason. (1/2) #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

One of the nearly naked servers sidled up, gave Roarke a crystal clear eye fuck. “Just water, please. Still.” “Whatever you want.” She purred it. “I’m at your service.” “Jesus,” Eve muttered as she hip-rocked away. “I’m sitting right here.” #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: I’m on my way to see a stripper. Roarke: Anyone I know? Eve: Just how many strippers are in your acquaintance? Roarke: Who counts? #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Peabody (about person of interest): I bet he’s pretty. Eve: You’re going to drive me to kick your ass after all. Peabody: Nope. My ass is now a moving target. Eve: I’ve got really good aim. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Peabody: You don’t want to go to a home goods store with me? Eve: If I go with you, you’ll drive me to kick your ass. I’m not in the mood. Peabody: You’re not in the mood to kick my ass? It’s my lucky day. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Peabody: Maybe not all the parking lots in the city, but it’s a pretty good bet Roarke owns this building. Eve: Yeah, another way he screws with my head. If he keeps it up, pretty soon I won’t be able to bitch at any doorman, desk clerk, or security guard. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: Roarke should buy up all the parking lots in the entire city. He’d double his already ridiculous fortune. Peabody: How do you know he hasn’t? Eve: No. He’d do something like have the scanner read my plate. Wouldn’t he? #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Peabody: Bootie buddy, right? Eve: I guess that’s one way of putting it. Peabody: I never really had one of those. Did you? Eve: Why would I want one of those? Peabody: Well, you know, for the easy, no-strings, no-worries sex with someone you know and like. #PassionsInDeath

She jumped off the glide and arrowed toward Homicide. One foot in the door, and Jenkinson’s tie assaulted her with its multicolored smiley-faced cartoon stars over a wild blue sky. “Detective Sergeant.” “Yo, Loo!” “Status.” “Rocking and a-rolling. ” #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Peabody: It’s like you and Mavis. Eve: Mavis and I never planned to marry each other. Peabody: Now that I think about it… You’d make a cute couple. But what it is? The two of you recognized each other, on some level. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Morris: I once had a victim on my table killed with a binky. Eve: A what? Morris: A baby’s pacifier. (Even then, it took her a minute to identify what she thought of as a plug.) #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Peabody: I’m going to build a toy chest. Eve: What? Peabody: Bella already has one. I’ll build one for Number Two, paint it. I’m no artist, but I can handle magic trees and some birds, I think I could handle a dragon. Maybe. That’s the nursery theme. Eve: I know the nursery theme. #PassionsInDeath

Peabody: Shoes! Glorious shoes! Hunnicut would get a discount. Man, they’ve got some beauties. Two sizes—six and a half, seven and a half. So they both stored shoes in here. Eve (sarcastic): Fascinating. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: You carry crackers in your pocket, Detective Loose Pants? Peabody: Peanut butter—for a boost when we miss lunch. Which we do. A lot. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

As they started up the steps, Eve heard Peabody whisper, “Loose pants, loose pants.” At Eve’s cool stare, Peabody shrugged. “It helps.” #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: Mavis is going to pop out Number Two. Except it’s not popping. It’s this whole weird, ungodly process. Roarke: Which you shouldn’t bring up over breakfast. Please God. Eve: She’s already said we have to be there again. Roarke: Not over breakfast. In fact, never speak of it. #PassionsInDeath

Roarke: Work continues apace at the Great House Project. Eve: Just what does that mean? There’s slow pace. There’s jogging pace, a run-like-hell pace. So what pace is apace when it’s one weird word? Like afoot. Whose foot is it, and why? #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: Who hangs out at a downtown sex club on a Monday night? Roarke: People lovers? Eve: Somebody sure as hell didn’t love somebody this Monday night. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

Eve: You know what part of the problem is? Roarke: You know too many people. Eve: I was going to say that. How did you know I was going to say that? Roarke: I know my cop’s mind. Eve: Well, I do. #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

“She supposed there were Friendship Rules just like there were Marriage Rules. ” #InDeath #PassionsInDeath

“Yeah, Peabody. What?” “Jesus, block video. I don’t need to see your tits.” “They’re quite lovely,” Roarke commented, and earned the hard eye from Eve. “Oh, sorry, block video.” #InDeath #PassionInDeath

🚨🚨🚨🚨 now reading PASSIONS IN DEATH 🎤🌺🗽💀 #InDeath #EveDallas #JDRobb #books #reading

#InDeath 63 has a title and the cover art has been revealed: Presenting FURY IN DEATH #JDRobb #EveDallas #books

Happy Publication Day! STOLEN IN DEATH released today. #InDeath #JDRobb #EveDallas

Case solved, killer locked up, Eve and Roarke enjoy a much needed and deserved mini-vacation on a tropical island. 🏝️ Thus ends #RandomInDeath #InDeath

Pizza, according to Eve Dallas: “Glory wrapped in heaven.” #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: How did it get to be morning again? Roarke: There you have that pesky rotation of the Earth. Eve: I slept like a... I was going to say rock because people say that, but it's stupid. Rocks don't sleep. Roarke: But they're usually very still and quiet. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: Thanks. I’ll bang you like a marching band on the island. Roarke: A marching band? Eve: They got drums, right? Lots of drums. Bang, boom, bang. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve and Roarke had an argument over money, and how she hasn't had to think about it since they got married, and she doesn't like that. But the argument turned more into decision on how to deal with that (both ways). Eve was really glad it didn't become a full-blown fight. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Roarke (upon Eve waking up): There she is. Eve: Is there a half ton of cat on my ass? Roarke: There is indeed. I can't decide if he's there to guard you from any and all intruders or just keep you down until you got some sleep. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Mrs. Kajinski: Take that table. I'll bring you a nosh. Eve: We're fine, thank you, but— Mrs. Kajinski: You sit in my place, you have a nosh. Peabody (aside to Eve): Whatever it is, it'll be really good nosh. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: You'd think a little rain ranked as one of those biblical plagues, like, what is it, locusts. Peabody: Or water turning to blood. Eve: That's ridiculous. That's a plague? Peabody: It's a popular one. (1/3) #InDeath #RandomInDeath

I always chuckle at Eve's reaction to whatever crazy necktie or shirt or (in this case) socks that Detective Jenkinson is wearing. 😂😂😂😂 #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: I need a cash machine. Peabody: It looked like you had plenty. Eve: It’s Roarke’s. Peabody (joking): Isn’t most of the cash in the world Roarke’s. Eve (grumbles): Sure seems like it. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: What the hell is a cocotte? Peabody: It's a pot. A French cooking pot. I bet Summerset's got one. I want it for my fabulous kitchen, but it's like nine hundred dollars, so— Eve: Nine hundred dollars? For a pan? Peabody: A pot. A French pot. (1/2) #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: I bet he recorded it. And I'd bet your month's pay and mine he's done the same with all the media on the murders." Peabody: I really need my month's pay. We bought a new bed and it's— I'll get to that later. But I really need my pay. (1/3) #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Roarke: I’ll get your coffee, as I want one myself. Eve: Hold mine until I shower. Roarke (shocked): Did you saw hold the coffee? Did the dream punch from Big Bitch Brenda knock something loose? Eve: The dream punch woke me up. Bang. So yeah, hold that. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve (after Roarke rushed in after hearing her jolt up from sleep): I’m okay, I’m okay. God, you didn’t have to break off from buying Australia or whatever. I’m fine. Roarke: I’d just broken off—thought still lack owning a continent. Eve: Only a matter of time. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

After Eve jolts awake from a dream/nightmare, Galahad immediately goes to comfort her. Eve (while petting Galahad): Okay, fine. It’s fine, it’s fine. Should get up anyway. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

After seeing Jamie and Quilla as witnesses at the next crime scene: "They're dating, aren't they?" The idea made her twitchy. "How can they be dating?" "Well now, that usually begins with mutual attraction, perhaps a mutual interest." "Shut up." #InDeath #RandomInDeath

2 times. Pool sex to cap off a Sunday nap. 🐇🐇 #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve: I think, I really think, she'd have grabbed those dreams if some dooser hadn't killed her. Roarke: Translate dooser. Eve (proud she knows the answer): Combo of dick and loser. Roarke: That's a good one. Eve: What I said. #InDeath #RandomInDeath

Eve (on the victim): She wasn't a wheeze or a weeb or a tot or a flaker or a bruiser. Roarke: What language are you speaking? Eve: Teenage. #InDeath #RandomInDeath