Romance By Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

“Have you already gone to the home base?” “No way! We’ve just held hands! He’s a gentleman. He only kisses my forehead.” “You’re serious about that guy?” Nancy gave her a look that said, “Duh.” “I’m older than you by two years. I’m already thirty, I wouldn’t fake pretend a relationship. What am I, a kid? Have you read too many romance novels?” “No… I just…” What about Boaz? There was no need for her to talk about Boaz anymore. He was already out of the running.

Her breath fastened as Ryder’s lips moved against hers, slow and steady……it deepened into something rough and intense as if he was trying to prove a point with every touch that he meant what he said. His hands cupped her face gently and romancing it with his fingers, his touch both familiar and dreadful. A storm of unexplainable emotions raged inside her…anger, longing, betrayal, and something deeper, something terrifying or maybe something she couldn't explain. Nora inhaled as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her against him. She could feel the beating of his heart against hers, the warmth of his body wrapping her like a promise he would never break again.

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.”

The angry stompy steps were usual for Laura, the pack's Luna, anytime she was about to yell and lash at me for something I did wrong. Just as expected, my door burst open, and she stepped in with that malice brimming in her eyes. She stood tall and elegant, smelling so nice and alluring. She was dressed in a gown of deep crimson, the rich fabric flowing elegantly around her as she moved, highlighting her slender figure and emphasizing on her curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back in golden waves, portraying her as a woman of perfect beauty with a hint of being the woman of every man's dream, but she was far opposite from that.

It was late and Nora was tired, she excused herself from the table where Dominco,Mae and Mathew sat with a few other people talking and laughing Nora went to the bathroom room, turning on the faucet Nora poured water on her face as the door to the bathroom opened,she didn't pay attention because it was a public bathroom not until a hand grabbed her by the waist as she fell backwards towards a hard chest, "I've missed you love!"

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.

She looked through the windows from where she stood. Somewhere inside Kingsley Holdings, Nora was probably smiling. Her fingernails dug into her palms. "No..." she whispered to herself and walked away. **** Less than an hour later, Elara walked into Hart Manor. Elizabeth sat gracefully in the sunroom with a cup of tea beside her. Elara stormed inside the sunroom, her face was flushed with anger. She threw her handbag onto the sofa, pacing across the room. Elizabeth watched her quietly. She had seen this look before, this inability to think beyond anger.

“The truth will never save you, Nora. Only what you choose to protect will.” She hadn’t cried. Not when they buried the bodies. Not when they burned what was left of the Silver Ash insignia. But now, watching the light touch Roman’s scarred face, she felt the edges of something raw slipping loose inside her chest. He stirred, groaning softly, his dark hair falling across his eyes. “You’re up early,” he muttered, voice gravelled from sleep. “I didn’t really sleep,” Nora said quietly. He opened one eye, studied her for a moment, then pushed himself upright. “You’re thinking again. Dangerous habit.”

'You call it madness, but I call it love. Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.' "Don't forget to call me once you are both in Casala." Kate told Craig who nodded his head. Nora came down from the stairs, looking beautiful in her dress. The white dress covers her shoulders entirely and flows down into a stylish jewel neckline. It's a relaxed fit which makes the dress both enjoyable to wear and look at.

He had a rather calm composure compared to his brothers. I pulled out a random book. Born in Fire by Nora Roberts. A romance novel didn't sound bad. “Guess you will be keeping me company today, Nora.” I whispered, leaving the library with the book, and walked back to my room. I was barely on the tenth page of the book when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from my therapist. A small smile tugged at my lips as I answered the call.