Romance Novels By Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

They were babbling happily and the money that this took a step closer towards them she watched as she made grabby hands for her to pick them up. “Well I believe that dress of yours is something else. I don't know if i wasn't straight i would have jumped you”. She heard Alice mutter and she watched as Becca reached out and smacked her shoulder lightly before she turned to her and sent her a deep glare. “Hey you have a mate. What do you think he will say.” She asked her as she sent her a glare. Nora looked at the interaction between the two and she felt a blush come over Her as she came to the realization that she didn't know much about the girls except for the fact that they all shared an equ

She slowly moved her hand away from Rock's lap, taking a sip of her drink. "Your wife was my friend, but that story will remain for another day," Nora said. "Do you know that she loves reading my books?" she suddenly asked, tilting her head towards Rock. "Is that a bad thing?" Rock asked, his brows raised as he stared at Nora. Nora shook her head before fiddling with her handbag while Rock looked away, his attention focused on nothingness and thought filled with the face of his wife. "Here's one of my books. This particular edition of my creation is very interesting and I would advise you to read it. Who knows, it might point you in the right direction although you're seeing it already."

It didn’t feel like enough and it certainly didn’t help bring me more calm. Vanessa was already laughing with a ring of nobles, one hand resting lightly on the wrist of some Lord I didn’t recognize. Her voice rang like bells, flirtatious and easy. Her dress was pale pink silk with embroidered thorns—fitting. Everything about her gleamed. A few steps beyond, Nora stood beneath a trellis dripping with white wisteria. She wasn’t speaking much, but she didn’t need to. The way she stood—with one shoulder angled toward the sun and her chin lifted slightly—made her look like the goddess of diplomatic restraint. When she did speak, her words were soft but purposeful.

"This is entirely for your benefit. Love is basically nourishment for the soul. You can survive without a marriage, sure, but not without romance. You don't need a husband. You do need a man." "Wow," Nora said flatly. "Groundbreaking." Bea looped an arm through hers, pouting theatrically. "Would your best friend really steer you wrong? Come on, tell me has anyone tonight made your pulse do anything interesting?" Nora shook her head without hesitation. "Only the ugly, deformed ones." Bea muttered under her breath, scanning the room. "That can't be right. None of tonight's lineup is remotely ugly. Look at that one on the right gorgeous, genuinely stunning wait, I don't actually recognize him.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Soon they made their way to the front line. "Ah, Nora! How delightful to see you here!" Lady Byrne greeted a woman standing there in the front line. "Let me introduce my friends, Miss Ava and Miss Polly Banks. This is Madam Nora." Ava nodded politely to the older woman while another villager greeted Lady Byrne, distracting her away. Madam Nora was a middle-aged Romani woman. She let her long, dark hair tumbling free, with ropes of beads entwined through the locks. She dressed in a black Romani clothing, wearing necklaces, bracelets and rings all over her. The woman glanced at Polly shortly before shifted her gaze to her. She looked at her intensely with a pair of night black eyes. They held

Clara Nora and I returned to her room. She didn’t talk at all during the walk from the healers to the mistress’ rooms. I supposed she didn’t know what to say. I certainly had no idea. “I’m getting out of this dress,” Nora announced when the door closed behind us. “Would you like to borrow a lounging robe?” I nodded. I still wasn’t used to the tightly laced intricate dresses I was expected to wear as a royal mistress. Nora ducked into her wardrobe room and returned with two soft wool lounging robes, one in blue and one in green. She offered me the green one and then turned so that I could help her out of the lacing on her gown.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.