Nora Roberts Under Currents Novels & Stories

The underground bunker, hidden from satellites and maps alike. “This is it,” he said as he shut off the engine. “From here, we shift.” They moved with practiced ease. Thick winter coats were exchanged for lighter base layers better suited for shifting. Bags were re-packed, fastened tight so they could be carried by their wolves. Celeste stood at the edge of the vehicle, her breath visible in the icy air. The snow was coming down harder now, thick and fast, sticking to lashes and hair within seconds. The cold crept through her clothes, but the anticipation warmed her blood.

Mavericks pov- The second Nina got the go ahead for a break I took her hand in mine. I wasn’t going to give her the chance to back out, and secretly I was pleading with the moon goddess that the skin contact and the mate bond between me and her would help my cause. My wolf was still fired up, Lucas’s scent was all over this place meaning that he was close by, close by to our mate and the shifter side of me didn’t like that one bit. I pushed through the door holding it open for her and to my dismay she took the chance to slip her hand from mine in order for her to wrap her arms around herself, the chill in the air hitting her bare arms and legs.

Nora comes over at noon with her laptop and an energy that means she has not slept and does not care. She spreads printed documents across Rhys's coffee table like a woman setting up a war room, which is essentially what this is, and Joel arrives twenty minutes later with food nobody asked for and the quiet usefulness of someone who understands that showing up is its own language. I sit cross legged on the floor opposite Nora with my own laptop and we work in parallel, two women pulling threads while the men eat sandwiches and try to be helpful without getting in the way.

she replied. Rob raised his eyebrows at me in question after the brief call, then spoke, "you need to move fast Nicholas and don't you dare forget that Nora is still out there, plotting her revenge."

The Queen and the Crow . Across the hall, Roberts and Lara were already deep into their own form of post-meeting decompression. Roberts was stripped down to his boxer briefs, sorting through a digital folder of financial projections on his laptop, the pale glow illuminating his features. Lara was draped across the white duvet, a sheer silk robe carelessly tied around her body, the fabric shimmering over her in a fluid, teasing dance as she shifted.

Then silence again. Maya’s ears are ringing. She slides along the wall, trying to orient herself. The room they’re in is large. It's about twenty by thirty, with bookshelves lining two walls, a massive desk in the centre, and leather chairs scattered like islands. She's been here so many times that in daylight she could navigate it quite easily. In darkness, every step is a gamble. Light footsteps circle somewhere near the centre of the room. “You underestimated me,” Nora says, her voice moving. “That was your first mistake. Thinking I’d hide the ledger where you’d expect to find it. Thinking I’d let you walk in here and take it without a fight. You’ve spent years watching David. You never o