Nightwork Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

Then the thoughts began to unfold, but for one reason or the other, the ghostly call was left out. She remembered the last night her mom was around, before traveling. Baron was awake all night, writing farm records, jotting expenditures, sales and management records of his ranch. He was calling people and receiving calls, sending and receiving e-mails. The three of them were together in the living room for a long time before Juana and her mother left him there, and Juana had slept in her parents' room and in her mother's arms that night. It felt like she was a rainbow about to clear away from the dark sky. Or a thick drop of oil fast melting away with the merciless scorching heat of the morn

And he wasn’t very confident about carrying out a task that felt so thankless. The whiskey began to affect his senses, and he felt dizzy. He decided to go to bed and soon managed to drag himself there. Meanwhile, a brunette woman was furious, typing very angry messages and throwing a tantrum in her luxurious pink room. Amanda was screaming into her pillow, mentally cursing her stupid boyfriend. Where was Roberth? He wasn’t answering the phone or responding on the messaging app. This was testing her patience.

The master suite is silent, bathed in the blue glow of a tablet screen. Matt is laid across his California King, chest bare, the muscles of his torso rippling as he breathes. He’s got a glass of neat bourbon on the nightstand, untouched, because his hands are busy scrolling through the digital life of Jessica Vance. ‎He finally found her. @JessVance_Official. ‎

“Going to work.” She touched the headboard, looking up at the pattern her finger found and traced. Her remark didn’t entirely surprise him. Norah was bright and confident and had had clear goals before Weldon had derailed her. And she wasn’t used to being spoiled. A life of leisure wasn’t her goal. Leone moved to the bed and lowered to hitch his hip beside hers, splaying his hand over the rumpled sheet that covered her belly. “I thought you enjoyed the art exhibit yesterday?”

He left the room to let her sleep. Tabitha looked around the room and saw a frame that said baby's first picture on a nightstand. There were a couple of dressers and a closet. There were no other family pictures in the room. She sat up and opened the drawer to see what was in it just out of curiosity. There were a couple of notebooks. She took them out and started going through them. It was all numbers and names of people or places listed. Had this been her research for Valerie's wedding? She glanced over it and moved to the second one.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

I protected my eyes with my hand as he spread the curtains to allow the sunshine into the room. "Come on! It is morning love." Arnold clasped his hand and walked towards me on the bed. "Arnold!" I grunted as I bounced back on the bed. "I need more sleep." I murmured and shut back my eyes. Arnold pulled off the duvet from me and dragged me up from the bed. "You gonna be late for work, don't be lazy." "Arnold!" My eyes still remained closed. His cold lips clashed on my forehead, "Thanks for the night." Then, to my nose.

When the afternoon came, Naya gave some lame excuse to not go to her brother’s social night. Since Ryo and Ellie were already dressed up and they had also promised Collin of their attendance, they left Naya to sleep the day away. Ellie dressed in a flowy maxi dress, while Ryo once again wore one of her shirts and board shorts. The two drove to the restaurant at a more relaxed pace. They even stopped at the side of the road to admire the sunset.

“Goodnight, Mum.” The door closed. Silence. Nora waited a few seconds. Then slowly dropped the book. “…That was close.” She turned back to the mirror. Looked at herself again. This time, longer. More serious. Then— She tilted her head slightly. “Miss attention seeker,” she murmured. A small smile played on her lips. “…Let’s see how far you go.” She switched off the light. But even in the dark— Her mind was still wide awake. And somehow… Every thought led back to him.