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Roarke: But I want children with you, my darling Eve. One day.
Eve: One day being far, far in future. Like I don’t know, say a decade when… Hold on. Children is plural.
Roarke: Why, so it is- nothing slips by my canny cop.
Eve: You really think if I ever actually let you plant something in me- they’re like aliens in there, growing little hands and feet.’ She shuddered. ’ Creepy. If I ever did that, popped a kid out- which I think is probably as pleasent a process as having eyeballs pierced by burning, poisonous sticks- I’d say: ’ Whoopee, let’s do this again?’ Have you recently suffered head trauma?
Roarke: Not to my knowledge.
Eve: Could be coming. Any second.

(Source: mythologyjail)

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“Roarke, what’s going on here?”

“Lieutenant, indications are we’re having a romance. I believe I could have a gun to your head and you wouldn’t have looked as terrified.”

In Death Saga (via mathlou)

Filed under Eve and Roarke

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Story and photoshoot featuring David Gandy in the Summer 2012 Phoenix Magazine . Are you following David’s Facebook page? Well, what are you waiting for?!?

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Loyalty in Death, chap. 2

Eve:
Peabody's running data for me, McNab.
McNab:
Yeah. So, she's in her cube?
Eve:
She's not interested in you, pal. Get a clue here.
McNab:
Who says I'm interested in her? She still seeing Monroe, or what?
Eve:
We don't talk about it.
McNab:
Just curious, that's all.
Eve:
So ask her yourself.
McNab:
I do. Gives her a chance to snarl at me. She's got great teeth.

Filed under book: Loyalty in Death Eve and McNab Novel

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Loyalty in Death, chap. 2

Relationships had to be society’s most baffling and brutal form of entertainment. Most could make an arena ball playoff game look like a ballroom dance. Still, lonely souls continued to seek them out, cling to them, fret and fight over them, and mourn the loss of them.

No wonder the world was full of whacks.

The glint of her wedding ring caught her eye and made her wince. That was different, she assured herself. She hadn’t sought anything out. It had found her, taken her down like a hard tackle to the back of the knees. And if Roarke ever decided he wanted out, she’d probably let him live.

In a permanent body cast.

Filed under book: Loyalty in Death Eve and Roarke Novel

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Loyalty in Death, chap. 1

‘You are, once again, quite late.’

‘Yeah? And you are, once again, really ugly.’ She dropped her jacket over the newel post. ‘Difference is, tomorrow I might be on time.’

He noted that she looked neither pale nor tired - two early signs of overwork. He would have suffered the torments of the damned before he would have admitted - even to himself - that the fact pleased him.

Filed under book: Loyalty in Death Eve and Summerset Novel