Nora Roberts Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

IVY. The constant stream of sunlight coming in through the windows of my bedroom did little to lift my grim mood. My spirit felt as battered as though Sloan had really used me as a punching bag and my body continued to ache from a dull lingering exhaustion. Wrapped in a cozy if somewhat faded pink I spent the entire day holed up in my room a self-imposed exile. I sat cross-legged on my bed and tried to lose myself in a Nora Roberts book. A decent romance book would typically be my go-to escape because it offers a world of endearing heroes and happily-ever-afters that contrasts sharply with my present circumstance.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.

He placed one more kiss on my lips before walking out with Ronan, their steps urgent and precise. I turned around and saw Nora smiling at something Rosella was showing her on her phone. Great. She was starting to take away my best friend too. “What’s so funny?” I asked, going back to sit on the barstools near the kitchen counter. “Uhnm, I was just showing Nora this thread about this thriller show,” she said, and I felt a small sense of power at the way she stuttered answering me. Nora loved thrillers. It was half the reason she had such an interestingly violent nature.

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.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

Which could only mean one thing. She was staying with Moreau. The thought ignited a bitterness I hated admitting was still there. Questions churned endlessly through my mind. Had she been lying to me all along? Did she love him? And the question that cut deeper than all the rest— Had he experienced her in that way? Nova had never been openly affectionate; at least not sexually. She’d always seemed distant, reserved, boring. It was one of the many reasons I’d drifted toward Tanya. Tanya was confident, assertive, fun…everything Nova wasn’t sexually.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"She is just pretending to get out of the mess she created." A frown touched Rick’s face. He snorted and tried to walk past her, but Nora moved to block him again. "Don't be ridiculous, she is truly unconscious. You have no idea what she's been through, she needs to rest and doesn’t have time for drama.” "Oh, I have an idea, alright," Nora said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "She has been through a lot of lying, cheating, and murdering. Why can’t you see that she has been manipulating you and everyone else? She is always playing the victim and acting all innocent, but she is a scheming bitch!”