A review by anbananova
Indulgence In Death by J.D. Robb

4.75

it was a fun one. i liked it. murders were interesting and eve wasn’t circling too much. 

i liked a slow beginning of the book with eve and roarke in ireland. eve’s present to roarke - memorial park for siobhan - was beautiful. 

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“It squeaked.
“What is that? Did you hear that? Is there a farm animal in here?”
“I’m fairly certain they keep those outside. It’s the bed.” He tugged her shirt over her head.
Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. “Oh, for God’s sake. We can’t do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what’s going on in here.”
Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. “I believe they already suspect we have sex.”
“Maybe, but that’s different than having the bed yell out, ‘Whoopee!’”

“I hear the cock woke you up.”
Eve choked on her coffee. “What?”
“Not that kind of cock.” Sinead sent a sparkling look over her shoulder. “Though if that’s true as well, good for you. I meant the rooster.”

“He’s fucking creepy, that’s what he is. I think I like him better when he’s a dick. He kept smiling.”
“Happy makes you smile.”
“It’s unnatural.”

“I have the gruesome and the terrifying greet me at the door every freaking day.” She smiled to herself, thinking it was too bad Summerset wasn’t around to hear her get that one off.”

“Why wear expensive shoes to a murder at an amusement park?”
“Not everyone is as dismissive of good footwear as you, darling.”
She turned a beady eye on Roarke. “No darlings from civilians.”

“Then I don’t like them either.” When he raised his brows, she poked him in the belly. “It’s pretty clear one or both of them dissed my man. That’s my job.”
“Hold this?” he said and pushed the drink into her hand. Then he used his free hand to poke her in the belly in turn.”

“We’ve got bigger fish to bake.”
“Fry. Fish to fry.”
“Jesus, why would you care how metaphorically fish is cooked?”

“Have you been brawling again?” Summerset wondered. “Or is this some kind of fashion statement?”
She remembered the bandage on her arm, and the lack of a jacket to conceal it. “Neither. I lost a bet and had to get your name tattooed on my arm. So I carved it out with a penknife.”

“And none of those who write up that sort of thing have any idea I’m sitting here having breakfast with my bitch of a wife after some very pleasant morning sex.”
She shifted her gaze. “The cat knows.”
“He’ll keep his mouth shut if he knows what’s good for him.”

“I’d bet your ass on it.”
“Why my ass?” Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. “Because it’s bigger? Because it has more padding? That’s hitting below the belt.”
“Your ass is below your belt. I’d bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better.”
“Let’s bet Roarke’s ass, because really, in my opinion, of the three of us his is the best.”

“I’m going to tie them up with this, tie them up and choke them.”
“I don’t doubt it, but it’s all what you people insist on calling circumstantial.”
“As you people say, bollocks to that.”
He let out a delighted laugh that only got a snarl from her. “I wonder how it is that hearing your use of the idiom of my youth makes me both sentimental and aroused at the same time.”

“Cut it out.” She gave Peabody a shove. “You’re making my eye twitch.”
“We’re just sitting here.”
“I know sex giggles when I hear them.”
“I wasn’t giggling.”
“Not you. Him.”
McNab just grinned at her. “Those were manly chuckles.”

“Nice work, Lieutenant, for a temporary whore.”
“That’s saying something from a conniving, social-climbing nobody.”