Nora Roberts Bookstore Novels & Stories

Settling on making a quick omelet, I gathered eggs, cheese, and some leftover vegetables. As I whisked the eggs, my mind wandered back to the past couple of days. I wondered if Grace was asleep right now, or sitting up feeling scared and lonely. Tomorrow, I would prepare a meal for her, I decided. And maybe bring her a few of those books I had purchased. “Midnight snack, Kayla?” I jumped at the sound of the voice, nearly dropping the bowl. Turning, I saw Nora leaning casually against the doorway, her arms crossed and a smug smile playing on her lips. She was dressed impeccably, as always, in a silk robe that accentuated her slim figure.

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.

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

Fred announced, pulling up to the rear entrance of the Moon’s Shadow Club. “Thank you, Fred.” Nora gathered her purse and the small box containing her author’s stamp—a silver lotus design she used at all her signings. “Could you bring my suitcase to the hotel later? I’d rather not drag it around.” “Of course, miss. Your father called while you were reading. He wanted to ensure you’d be at the pack gathering on your birthday.” Nora sighed. “As if Noah would let me forget. I’ll be there.” The back entrance was mercifully quiet. A staff member recognised her immediately and ushered her toward the small conference room where her signing would take place. Through the wall, she could hear the grow

As the man went down, Richard used the momentum to drive his elbow into the second guard’s solar plexus, sending him reeling back into a display of fancy, old-fashioned encyclopedias of the shop. Books rained down like heavy, leather-bound hail. "Stay down," Richard warned, his breath coming in short, controlled bursts. He looked at Nora, who had retreated toward the door, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and a strange, perverse excitement. "You're insane," she spat. "You're actually going to fight for her? In a bookstore in the middle of nowhere?" "I’m done negotiating, Nora," Richard said, discarding the walking stick and stepping over the fallen guard.

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

They headed to the library together, passing a few servants who nodded to them. In the library, Noora was already waiting at a large table. She was a petite woman, with long dark hair and hazel eyes. Kyra walked straight over to her and introduced herself. "I'm Kyra," she said, "And this is my son Omer. It's so nice to meet you." "I'm Noora." The woman reached out to shake Kyra's hand, then Omer's. "Nice to meet you both." "Are we going to do writing?" Omer asked, looking at the table full of books and worksheets with distrust.

The last fluorescent bank clicked off at 8:02 p.m. Nora remained in the rare-book room, seated at the long oak table beneath the mezzanine, a first-edition folio open in front of her. The graduate reading lights were still on, throwing warm pools across the dark wood. She had stayed late every Thursday for six weeks. Tonight was no different—except that the main doors had already been locked and she had not moved.

She held the paper and saw the number and blushed and smiled. Nia moved to Nova Scotia with Sydney because she didn’t want her friend to be alone. She worked at a bookstore. The bookstore was close to the cafe. Ever since Nia started working on the book store more Alphas came into the store. Some of the Alphas were there to buy a book and talked to her while the rest just came in to ask her out on a date. She would always decline their offer but that didn’t stop them from trying again and again.