Nora Roberts Under Currents Novels & Stories

Eve had also frozen in place, her nail polish perfectly manicured, but her hand balled into a fist as she forcibly tried to smile; the anger in her eyes was evident. With each moment that passed, the music changed into a beat that was distinctly more ominous and seductive. Ryder pulled Nora in tighter, his lips lightly grazing her ear as he murmured, “If you’re going to dance, little wolf, do it right." Nora found herself at a crossroads as she swallowed hard. If she decided to separate from him, he'd turn out to be someone who had power over her emotions, but if she chose to relish this moment, she would be capable of showing not only Ryder but Alex as well that she was not defenseless or e

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

Thea sneered, "Nora, you are truly a cunning rabbit. Cunning as a fox, Thorne took away one of your burrows before, but you managed to escape with your tail intact. Now you want to pull the same trick again, but I am not Thorne. There is no way I would allow you to have another chance to rise from the ashes." "You were very cruel." "Could you be heartless? For money, your hands were stained with so much blood." Nora's elegance and luxury could no longer be sustained, and she broke down, shouting, "I didn't plot to harm Robert just to take over your medical team. It was Robert, damn him, who forced me to return all the businesses to the Miller family. Why should I? Those were all the territor

Lobo’s: A wave of energy exploded out from her. The force of it made her body float off of the ground. A light radiated out from her filing and blinded the room.The Lobo’s didn't even make a sound as it hit them. The room went quiet and as the light faded the Lobo’s instantly began to fall against the wall and then sink to the fall. Nora’s head shifted back as she was suspended off the ground. Wave after wave of energy pulling out of her. Ensure that the Lobo’s are gone. As the last Lobo sank to the floor the energy resided back to Nora. She floated down from the air. Her feet hit the ground and she fell to her knees breathing hard. Her body was shaking from the surge.

By the time Nora started to show, I already had answers. Not all of them. That would’ve been impossible. But enough to narrow the chaos into something I could work with. Nora stood near the open window of the main hall, one hand resting absentmindedly over the curve of her stomach as she listened to Elias explain something about energy fluctuations in the southern ward lines. The late afternoon light hit her just right, catching in her hair, warming her skin, and making the faint shift in her silhouette impossible to ignore now.

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.

She unclasps her bra with a sly grin, letting it fall away, and my eyes are immediately drawn to her ample chest, her nipples hardening in the cool outpost air. "Here!" Bear chimes in, tossing a couple of pillows over the table. Nora props one below her head and the other under her lower back. She sinks into them with an exaggerated sigh and begins to undo her trousers. I help her, impatiently pulling them down and past her ankles as I get into position by the side of the table.

​The Descent into the Under-World ​Nora didn't use the ship's engines to travel. She used the Friction. She began to play a melody that was the exact opposite of the "Fifth Verse." Instead of reaching for the stars, she reached for the Gaps. She played the notes that Kael had missed during his eighty years of Muting. She played the silence of the Shallows. ​As the resonance filled the bridge, the Respiration didn't move, but the Reality around it did.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

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.