Books Similar To Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

First, let me tell you something. I am so happy and flattered that you're reading my book. I know I have many mistakes, spelling or other but I am trying my best to make this special. I received messages like "Your book is like Gray's Anatomy." No it's not -.- It just has a story with doctors and Seattle. Big deal. But yes, the GA is my favorite show so yes, I did get inspired by it. I assure you, it is NOT nor WILL BE like GA. I do not copy anything.

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.

Why the fuck was he comparing this woman to Nora? Maybe because he couldn’t get Nora out of his fucking head. The woman messed with his head even when she was nowhere to be found. "I love books too." "Really?" "Yes." She adjusted her sitting position and the other strap fell away again. Now, he could see the swell of both mounds. Wonderful. "I have a nice bookshelf too at home, it's nothing compare to this one you have here..." She pointed to his bookshelf and laughed again. "...but it's nice too." She bit down on her lips and eyed him from beneath her lashes.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

This is the first time I entered the vicinity but the abundance and arrangement of the books look the same back in Pandora. I sweep my gaze into the row of book dividers and some books are familiar like an atlas, encyclopedias, and other stuff. I wonder if he read all these books. Even these books are written by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, and others stuff. Does he have this kind of taste? Or maybe they just put these books here to fill the space. I checked all the books where it is stories and I found one which perks up my interest.

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

Nora might not want to admit it, but something is going between them. "It's okay. I get it, but please consider the offer to move in with me?"I take it as my cue to leave. I pad the stairs and walk to the room I choose in case I want to a sleepover. The walls are also white and there is a small bed next to a white bookshelf that drawers at the bottom. There are few books on the shelf. I walk towards it and run my fingers over it. It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

I decided to get started on a new book, so I browsed the sections, letting my finger trail through the spine of the books. There were so many conflicting thoughts warring in my head, and the only way to silence them, and shove Ryker and his bipolar self to the far corner of my mind was by plunging myself into a romance novel. I hoped. My fingers skimmed through the books in one section, and I paused when I saw a familiar name. Nora Roberts. I used to pride myself for having read all of her books, but I guess that was a bluff because as I stared at the old book on the shelf, the name didn’t ring a bell.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.