Nora Roberts Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I rode his face harder, grinding shamelessly, my juices smearing across his chin and cheeks. Nora got down from the bed and took off her pajamas shorts before returning back to the bed. She crawled up his body until she was right behind me. “You’ve had your fun, Roxy,” she whispered in my ear, she reached out, gripping my waist. “My turn.” I rolled my hips over Christian's tongue one more time before sliding off him. Christian took the opportunity to catch his breath. “Untie me this instant.” He demanded. “Nope.” Nora replied, she didn't waste much time immediately taking my place on our Daddy's face.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

That evening, after Graycen's babysitter had arrived, Nora took special care to doll herself up. In an elegant scarlet red evening gown that gracefully accentuated her curves, Nora stood before the mirror, satisfied with her reflection. The gown boasted a tasteful plunging neckline, hinting at sophistication without revealing too much. Her hair, typically neatly tied, cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, lending her an air of effortless allure.

5? Although No. 5 was not as hot as No. 1, nor as cute and innocent-looking as No. 3, she was beautiful and had the image of a mature office lady. She looked simple and capable. After all, she was an executive for a multinational company. Seeing Matthew walk towards her, No. 5’s heart almost jumped to her throat. Her eyes stared at the roses in his hand. Christina had seen No. 5’s real face backstage. She did fit Matthew Henderson’s taste, but Christina did not have a good impression of her.

She didn't fight the new authors with violence; she fought them with Style. ​Nora closed her eyes and reached for the "Midnight Blue" essence of Chapter 1. She didn't want the world’s versions of her; she wanted the version that belonged only to the man who first looked at her across a ballroom. ​The Brooklyn bookstore dissolved. The smell of dust and printer ink was replaced by the scent of Oud, Vintage Champagne, and Rain-Slicked Marble. ​The Return to the Penthouse ​When Nora opened her eyes, she was standing in the center of the Grand Ballroom of the Vane Estate in the Hamptons.

No one had ever looked at me like that before, and that was what frightened me. I closed my eyes, and all I saw was Nora. Her shy smile, the way she had looked at me in the kitchen, nervous yet certain, the way she had whispered that she chose me. I had spent years building walls no one could climb. After Lillian, I swore I would never trust another woman enough to let her hold my heart, until Nora came along. Without trying, she simply walked into my life and made me forget why those walls existed. I turned my head, her face was buried against my shoulder, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.

Nora was standing naked , she had just a pant on with nothing . Fuck . She looked so hot , hotter than I could ever have imagined and with her legs crossed , I felt a part of me getting excited . What the fuck was I doing .

Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she sobbed, "I read her diary… she wrote about the orphanage, about everything. That night, you were drunk… you called out 'Rose' in your sleep." "I… I just guessed. I guessed you were that 'Jack' she wrote about. That's why I claimed to be her. I didn't think it was real, not until you got so emotional after I mentioned the orphanage. You didn't even question me… "Mickey, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just… I just love you too much. I'm an orphan too. I know how hard it is to be alone. I only wanted someone to love me. Is that so wrong?"

Just from the redness of Velia's face, she could make a guess. “I don't mean anything bad, but I heard from Rambo that you've also paid your monthly installments this month. Not only that, he said you'll pay off all your debts soon. That's why I'm surprised,” Nia explained at length. “There's no way you can earn that much money in just one short night. It's impossible, Ve. Even if you're as beautiful as a goddess, you're still just an ordinary woman. You're not a celebrity.”

she would wait. Rosa reached out to him and took his hand in hers. He looked up at her once more, his face open and vulnerable. "Let's go to bed," she said. she watched the relief cross his expression and he helped me to her feet. He helped her fix her clothes before dressing and they headed back to the hotel. she had plenty of time to figure out Axel, and in the immortal words of Scarlett O' Hara, tomorrow was another day. Rosa suppressed a giggle and followed Axel to their bed.