Nora Roberts Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Nora lounged on her plush couch, her phone pressed to her ear as she chatted with the person on the other end. Her voice was animated, her words tumbling out in a lively rhythm as she laughed and gestured with her free hand. The soft glow of the lamp beside her cast a warm light on her face, illuminating her bright smile and sparkling eyes. "Listen to me carefully, because I'm only going to say this once," Nora's voice was low and husky, her words dripping with an underlying menace.

Nora’s dreams fractured into scrolling code and blinking red warnings, into doors that would not stay shut. She woke just before dawn with a jolt, heart racing, the phantom hum of servers still in her ears. For a moment she lay still, listening. The apartment was quiet except for the low, hum of the servers. The sun was rising, thin grey light fighting its way through the reinforced glass windows. Nora padded back to the study. Robbin was awake, sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the monitors. "Nora," Robbin said, her voice a hollowed-out husk. "Look."

As much as she was obligated to attend the launch, Nora's heart remained tethered to her daughter. Walking towards the break room, Nora dialled her mother's number, eager to hear her voice and find some comfort in her words. But then, she heard distinct sounds in the background, sounds that weren't coming from her mother's side of the line. Curiosity gripped her, causing her steps to slow as she strained her ears. Nora was sure she was hearing sex sounds. The sounds were unmistakable - heavy breathing, moans, and the rhythmic slaps of skin against skin.

In particular, the one in the middle, who was looking at her like… Like he wanted to eat her alive. Nora was a human. She had no connection whatsoever to werewolves. There was no reason that they should be paying attention to her. She tried to focus on the podcast that she was listening to. Some true crime thing that she’d been obsessed with for a while. “…and they found the body in the woods….” a soothing, woman’s voice was narrating the hideous details of a necromancer who had been murdering people to bring them back from the dead. Maybe it was weird that she found listening to other people’s grisliest traumas comforting. But there was something about knowing that everyone went through thi

I eat most of them cold, standing at the window, watching the gardener trim hedges that were already perfectly trimmed. Nora calls on a Thursday, and I pick up before the second ring. "Okay, so you've officially gone quiet on me for four days," she says, no hello, straight into it the way she always does. "Which either means you're dead, or you're in some enormous mansion being slowly driven insane by silence, and given the circumstances I'm betting on the second one." "It's not that bad." I sink onto the edge of the bed, phone pressed to my ear like a lifeline. "It's just quiet."

Leaning back in his chair, he let out a low chuckle. "Let’s see how they handle this." ***** Nora stood by her window, gazing down at the beautiful city below, lost in thought. The sudden beep of her phone jolted her back to reality. She turned, retrieved it from the table, and opened the notification. Her eyes widened in horror as she read the headline. "No, no…" she whispered, shaking her head. Her hands trembled as she tightened her grip on the phone. Without hesitation, she dialed Cassia’s number. No answer.

Not when we’re being so vulnerable. “With that little introduction, with that little bit of galaxy shifting news, I would like to introduce you to the first guests I have ever had on this spacecast,” Arden says. She doesn’t speak any louder, and even though she isn’t sitting all that close to the microphone, she must be confident her listeners can hear everything. “You can imagine how intrigued I was when I was contacted a few days ago by someone who claimed to be none other than Valen Nero and a woman named Nova Ainsley.”

Just the sound she made when she was deciding whether the room she was in was interesting enough to stay awake for. "When," Nora said. "Tomorrow morning, if possible. Nine a.m." "I'll be there," Nora said. She put the phone down. Robert. Page 14 of the ledger. A property company she'd never heard of. An investigator who'd called her directly before calling him. She looked at Hope's face. Hope looked back, unfocused, tracking the light from the window above the sink. "I know," she said quietly. "It's not over yet."

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"

“Nora, what you do isn't for Christians. Beans and tortillas should always be on any decent table. They are a good combination for a healthy diet. Just look at me, I am the picture of health. Moreover, I do not want my grandson to have any strange ideas when he grows up. It is my responsibility to guide you in the right direction.” Oh, no, please, not again, “Rosa, I'm going for a drink. Do you want me to bring you something?” “Oh! No, daughter, I'm fine. Now that Edward is asleep, I'll start reading one of my novels.” Leaving the room, I headed for the kitchen. But suddenly, there was a strange noise that caught my attention while I was walking in the hallway. The noise sounded like somethi