Novel & Cerita Best Of Nora Roberts

She asked and batted her thick-coated lashes at the men from the Dark Guard. They looked at their leaders for a sign but kept a straight, cold face while doing so. “She only bites if you want her to. Your men are safe,” I said when I saw the reluctance on their faces. Nora was good, maybe even the best I've hired. She knows where to look, who to touch, and what to say to get men to lower their guards. She was the best secret weapon during any negotiation and she was the best decision I made when it came to Hazel's protection.

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

Nora nodded. She looked at the door. The frosted glass. The light behind it. She thought about what Rachel had said. Fenn had represented Robert eight years ago. Cross had been running money for eleven. The math put Robert inside Cross's world before Nora had any idea any of it existed. Before the gala, before the diagnosis, before any of it. She'd been a target before she had a reason to be one. She pushed the door open. The room was a conference space, small, one table, four chairs. A woman in her sixties occupied the far end. Silver hair, straight posture, hands folded on the table. No laptop. No papers. Nothing between her and the room except her own composure.

Nora was determined to win Jennifer over, and she wasn’t about to let anyone take her away. “Tell you?” Nora’s tone was cool. “You didn’t even make the top twenty in the design competition. What makes you think you should be worrying about me, the first-place winner?” Jodi, realizing this was the Yates family’s pampered daughter and sensing her hostility, jumped in without hesitation. “Exactly. Our Nora was personally invited by Horizon as the champion. That’s not the same as sneaking in through the back door.” The tag-team jab drained the color from Lily’s face. She quickly slipped into her favorite role—helpless victim.

Her gaze paused on the modest necklace resting above Nora’s collarbone, then dropped to her folded hands, then back to her face. After several seconds of quiet inspection, Rosa muttered under her breath, “Not bad-looking… considering the circumstances.” Not a compliment. A jab. What jarred Rosa more was the report she’d read earlier. Nora’s work record was flawless… projects finalized before deadline, difficult clients handled with poise, and that nearly impossible partnership with the Creeds pulled off without a crack. She’d expected an average woman clinging to her son for his wealthy. But Nora Danyon was competent. Annoyingly so. Difficult to dismiss.

Keen eyes, dangerous in a way that only hinted at the wolf beneath. Those eyes flicked sideways. Not to meet mine. But beyond me. To Kaia. I caught it then. The slightest change in expression. Pride. Quiet. Simple. Easy to miss, if you weren’t looking for it. But there. Solid as the ground beneath his boots, as he watched his daughter stand where she had fought so hard to be. I looked past them both, and that was when I saw the rest. Emberbound. Nora was off to the side of the crowd, near the center. You couldn’t miss her even among a group. There was a strength to her now that didn’t need to announce itself.

The kind she herself had cultivated by becoming unreachable, untouchable, a ghost. “I went for a walk, Elijah,” she said calmly. “The city is still there. And so am I.” She turned to Elnora, who was watching her with cautious hope, like someone witnessing the return of a familiar shape after a long absence. “You were right, Nora,” Robbin said quietly. “I was eroding. But I’ve found the bedrock.” In her office, Robbin opened a folder on her desk. Its label was simple, deliberate: The Foundation Ledger.

Charlotte’s POV It was a dreary, rainy day; the perfect day to stay inside, reading in the library. Nora and I had made our home for the day at one of the tables in the library with cups of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies between us. She sat across from me with a history book open in front of her. She was supposed to be reading about the founding Alpha families, but instead, she kept sighing wistfully, trailing her little fingers across the page.

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.