Nora Roberts Under Currents Novels & Stories

Location: Tiger's Mansion Time: 1:00pm Nora was still hanging in the middle of the basement. Enormous boiling tanks of water were under her feet and steam was coming out of them, horribly. She was sweating terribly on account of the vapour. The rope began to drift due to the heat and she continued to fight. She tried to rise to the left to get rid of the heat, but her act failed again and again. She was inhaling hard and her hands were slipping. Her stomach was growling from starvation and her head was spinning. Her face was red and her hair was all over the place.

And for a second, my mind refuses to process it—refuses to understand how that just happened—until I look up. Nora stands there, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her chest rises and falls sharply, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, almost black, with something feral flickering beneath the surface. For the briefest moment, the air around her seems to shift. Strange dark veins spread beneath her skin, disappearing almost as quickly as they appear, while shadows coil around her fingers like living things before she clenches her hands into fists and forces them away.

"Tell me where your men took my children, Pablo." Pablo frowned slightly, a brief flicker of confusion crossing his disciplined features. "I don't know what you're talking about. My orders are to secure you and bring you back upstairs to the Alpha. That's it." "Liar!" she screamed, the sound tearing from her throat, bouncing off the concrete pillars. At just twenty-three, Nora had lived through more betrayal and heartbreak than most wolves endured in a lifetime. She had clawed her way up from the dirt, built a life, and protected her blood. She refused to let them strip it all away in a dirty, concrete basement.

Monica was back into the door, pushing it open with her butt, and joining the morning rush of people on the street once more. She makes it to the corner and go through the glass double doors simply marked Jacobs in a beautiful gold script font. Nora’s storefront has a small selection of off-the-rack options, but the bulk of her work is through custom designs and the few boutiques she works with directly. Inside, she was hit with a bustle of activity as assistants run back and forth to set up racks in the conference room. “What’s that for?” she asks an intern. “Backdrop scenery for the call. Nora’s early morning, brilliant idea,” he replies, never pausing. In the conference room, Nora’s pres

Lira whispered, “We’re not alone.” Nora killed the tablet’s glow with a swipe and shoved it back onto the shelf. Her heart kicked into higher gear, but her body moved smooth, practiced. She signaled Lira to circle left as she stepped right, pressing herself into the shadows. Footsteps entered the records room. Slow. Heavy. Purposeful. Nora’s breath caught as a figure stepped into view under the dim overhead light. Kael. His dark eyes scanned the shelves like he’d been here before. For a split second, relief shot through Nora—until her hunter’s instinct slapped it down.

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

Everything that stresses me out is pushed to the back of my mind, and I prepare myself emotionally and physically for what will soon transpire between us. My core tightens with the anticipation. Alec breaks the kiss to peer into my eyes, and I swear that this is more sexy and intense than the kiss itself. He looks at me like he can’t believe I’m here. I stare back at him, drinking him in. “Beautiful,” he says before running his fingers down my face. “You’re beautiful, Waters.” “It’s Renner now,” I say, wanting to get rid of anything that connects me to Margaret, that horrible woman.

I said, because truth likes to have witnesses. Nora arrived in the kind of flurry that announces someone who has run across decades to hand you the next chapter. She was younger than I’d imagined and had the same observant tilt in her head I’d seen in Maggie’s handwriting. Her hands held an old ledger bound in thread so worn the fabric looked like a map of storms. She unwrapped it like it was a relic and slid it across the table with a reverence I found disarming.

As I drove ahead, Nora's building came into view which was one of those glass towers in the estate, the kind of structure that cost more than most people earned in a year. I used to know this address by heart because I used to come here for different reasons while we had something going, anyways I pushed that thought away before it could settle in my mind. I arrived, parked my range rover in the car lot and headed toward Nora's door. I shouldn't have been doing this, but I had to. I came to the door and knocked. No answer. I knocked again. Then she answered from behind the door, like she'd been expecting someone. Nora stood in the doorway wearing a silk robe, the color of champagne, her dark

“Hypothermia doesn’t care how pretty you look.” Nora hesitated, arms crossed over her chest. “I am fine.” “You are shaking. Go on and strip.” She turned toward the fire, back to him, and peeled off the soaked parka. Beneath it her merino base layer clung transparently to her skin, outlining the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. She tugged it over her head, hair tumbling free. Goosebumps raced across her arms, nipples hardening instantly in the chill.