Best Nora Roberts Novels Novels & Stories

"Maybe he's still asleep. You know he's a night crawler. He must be in bed by now." Well, that was a good point. My half-brother, Robert was always partying. Except he had changed in the last few years—which was unlikely—he should be in deep slumber in a drunken state now. But what about Nora? That woman was restless. She was always up early to do whatever even though she had many maids at her beck and call. She should have seen the mail, right? Fuck! Did she wave it aside as a prank? My anxiety was shooting through the roof now. I refreshed my inbox over and over again. I was this close to throwing the phone away when two new emails popped on the screen.

incredible. Fearless. Lethal. And beautiful. My fear gave way to awe, and then to relief. She wasn't in danger; she was the one handling the danger. I felt a smile spread across my face, pride and admiration swelling in my chest. I took a step forward, my eyes locked on hers, but she didn't seem to notice me. She was still on high alert, her gaze scanning the surroundings, ready for the next threat. Nora stood in a clearing, surrounded by the bodies of at least six rogues. Blood spattered her clothes, her face. But it was her eyes that shocked me most— fiery, glowing with power that should have been impossible for her to access.

I pleaded, desperately peeling his hand off mine and swiftly walking away. As I hurriedly made my way towards the office I had been directed to, I couldn't shake off the nagging thought that if that guy was indeed a worker there, how could he afford such an extravagantly expensive car? Pushing the question aside, I made my way to the receptionist. "Hi I'm Nora Roberts, I was told to resume today" I said to the beautiful blonde lady who looked nice. She returned my smile and searched through some files as she spoke "Oh you're the new Personal Assistant to Mr Nathaniel Lockhart"

Instead, she was about to discover that everything she thought she knew about herself was a lie. And somewhere in Chicago, Detective Nora Roberts was getting closer to the truth that would either set Luna free or destroy everything she'd found with Grayson Vaughn.

The glass walls were now covered in heavy blinds, the once minimal decor replaced with a plush leather recliner, a small side table with an assortment of oils and towels, and a discreet fridge in the corner, stocked not with water bottles, but with labeled glass jars awaiting their fill. Nora stood in the center of the room, heart pounding, wearing nothing but a silk robe that Roman had left folded on her desk that morning. The fabric kissed her skin as if it were complicit in what was about to happen. Her breasts, full again, throbbed with anticipation. She had only just arrived that morning, but already the ache had returned. It was as if her body had learned to respond to their presence,

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

She gave herself ten more seconds of it, which she recognized was a negotiation with herself that she was losing, and then she opened her eyes and set the phone face down on the mattress beside her. Nora was very clear-eyed about this, in the way that people who spend a lot of time living inside their own heads learn to be. She knew exactly where she stood in the landscape of Benjamin Damien’s world. She had observed enough, listened enough, paid enough quiet attention to know the shape of the girls he moved through. They were the kinds of girls who took up space easily, who laughed loudly without checking first whether it was appropriate, who wore the right things without appearing to try.

"But guess what?" "You know I suck at that. Just spare me the torment and tell me." "Guess who I saw at the office." Nora stood up to take off her clothes while she got a towel to tie around her body. "Just tell me already. you are killing me with suspense. This is one reason why I hate suspense movies and stories." "Those are the best genres. I prefer them to those erotic genres you love so much." "At least, it makes me an expert when it comes to love."

I didn't respond, just took the lead and took her towards the romance novels, and before she could ask me to choose one for her, I left her there and went back to the desk. She came back not even five minutes later and laid down three books by Nora Roberts; Savor The Moment, Daring To Dream, and The Next Always. I didn't comment, just scanned them gave her the total, took the money, kept the change like she'd asked and said goodbye. It was only after she left that I could let out a breath of genuine air. I had to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible, I didn't like what was going on and I didn't want it going on for long, or even at all.

The last fluorescent bank clicked off at 8:02 p.m. Nora remained in the rare-book room, seated at the long oak table beneath the mezzanine, a first-edition folio open in front of her. The graduate reading lights were still on, throwing warm pools across the dark wood. She had stayed late every Thursday for six weeks. Tonight was no different—except that the main doors had already been locked and she had not moved.