Nora Roberts Bookstore Novels & Stories

The message appeared: “This cannot continue. But I can’t stop thinking about you either. Meet me tomorrow night. 9 PM. Old library annex. Third floor stacks. Come alone. E” Nora’s breath caught. A dangerous smile curved her lips as she typed back one word: “Yes.” She slipped the phone away and walked towards her dorm with every step reminding her of the heat between her thighs and the ghost of his hand on her wrist. Tomorrow night, in the shadowed, isolated third-floor stacks, there would be no desk, no colleagues, no easy escape. And Nora wasn’t sure either of them would be strong enough to walk away again.

A scattered breadcrumb path. Then, two days later, I finally got an address. Patterson, New Jersey. A community bookstore, run by a “Ms. Hayes.” Immediately, I booked a cab and told no one about where I was headed. — The Bookstore The bell above the door gave a soft chime as I stepped inside. The air smelled of old paper and lavender oil, A small heater clinked quietly in the corner. And there—behind the counter—was Leona. She hadn’t changed much, she still has those sexy eyes, Same tight braids. Same way of dressing.

I said, forcing brightness into my voice, "I'm taking you somewhere I love. It's not touristy. It's where I go when I need to slow down." Nick nodded, still looking out the window. I drove through Florentia's narrow streets, weaving around distracted tourists with the ease of someone who did this every day. The first stop was a small bookstore tucked into an alley most people walked past without noticing. It specialized in first editions and rare books. The owner, Mrs. Catherine, greeted me warmly the second we stepped inside. "Gwen! What a wonderful surprise!" she exclaimed, hugging me like family. I introduced Nick. Catherine proudly showed us a few recent arrivals, old editions about Cast

she acknowledged. I sheepishly brushed my hair back from my face and nodded. “Yeah, there’s something that I’m trying to find in here—well, something I’m hoping I can find in here.” “What is it? Maybe I can help,” she offered. I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’m looking for a book on dark creatures.” Based on Nora’s expression, that was likely the last thing she would have thought for me to be searching for. However, a moment went by before she narrowed her eyes in thought.

Like how his fingers tapped to an invisible beat at stoplights or how he checked the mirrors without even thinking about it, always alert. He caught her looking and shot her a quick sideways glance. “What?” She shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face. “Nothing.” --- The bookstore was filled with the scent of paper and nostalgia. It was the kind of place that would have been her favorite as a teenager, wooden shelves, warm lighting, and the low hum of a coffee machine in the background. Nora took off like a shot, instantly heading for the children’s section. “I’ll go with her,” Adrian said, already trailing behind.

The elegant, cursive script is unmistakable. '1145 Ocean Avenue. Suite 4B. Tomorrow at 2:00 PM. Come alone. — N.' Nora. She wants to meet. Across town, in a private location, completely away from Lea's spies and Alexander's cameras. I memorize the address in ten seconds. I walk over to the massive industrial gas stove, turn the burner on, and hold the corner of the heavy cardstock to the blue flame. I watch the paper curl, turn black, and turn to ash, dropping the leftover into the sink and washing them down the drain.

My feet are killing me, but that's nothing compared to the knot in my stomach. "You're back early. Thought you'd be off having fancy brunch with Prince Charming." Nora appears in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, wearing an old Northwestern sweatshirt and pajama shorts. Her dark hair is piled in a messy bun, and she looks so beautifully ordinary that I almost start crying. "Which Prince Charming?" The words come out bitter. Nora's expression shifts. She sets down her mug, studies my face. "Okay, what happened?" I can't answer. I just stand there in our tiny living room, surrounded by mismatched furniture from Craigslist and Target, and try to remember who I was before I walked into that galle

Gabrielle wasn’t complaining of a backache or any of those other things women talked about as labor’s signs. She was relaxed, cheery and so, so nice! Feeling as vilified as she did, Norah was deeply relieved to be finally treated like a normal person. “Did you get that top at the boutique on the far end of the lake?” Gabrielle asked. “I bought the black and gold one two months ago. They have amazing stuff there, don’t they?” Norah agreed as she set a pot of water to boil. Since the conversation kinda stopped, she mustered up her courage, willing to talk to Gabrielle about something quite private.

I couldn’t risk it. I sped out of my room and opened a window, breathing hardly. My blood cooled as seconds passed but my anger didn’t. I couldn’t lose Lexa. I had to make a move with her. Lexa’s POV I was almost done with the study room. I just had to dust the shelves of books. The shelves were reachable but there were about eight of them, lined up in the study room. I met Nora today. She told me that this wasn’t even the library and there were numerous books here. The only time I enjoyed reading was towards the end of middle school and at high school. Before then, I didn’t have need for reading.

"I thought your family might keep you locked up at the estate today." "I needed to get out of that house," Clara admitted, sitting down on the opposite sofa. "The walls were closing in on me. This library is absolutely incredible, by the way." "It really is," Nora agreed, sitting back down. "It is the only room in this massive place where I actually feel calm. I have been spending hours in here just trying to keep my brain busy." Glancing at the thick book resting on Nora's lap, Clara read the spine. "Italian grammar? Are you learning a new language?"