Romance Novels Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

Nora was stunned and didn't know what else to do seeing herself in the arms of a handsome man looking deep into her soul, she is a woman and prompt to react to such a romantic movie. He smiled at her and moved closer as she blinked her eyes, "Quiet now, tell me the truth, do you find me handsome? Did I make your heart move a bit?" He knew his trick around ladies. Nora slapped him hard on his face and got herself free from his grip raising her voice, "Don't ever come this close to me, I am not like other ladies, do you think you are handsome? How pathetic, you are not as cute as my friend, okay, and leave my sight."

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.

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I had no idea what to tell her. The masseuse reached for hot stones and placed them one by one down my spine. They were warm, grounding. I needed them more than I thought. “You know I’m not judging you, right?” Nora said after a bit. “I’m just… watching. You’re in a very dangerous love triangle with two very rich, very hot men and I’m just over here eating crab cakes and living vicariously through you.” I snorted. “You were hired to cook the crab cakes. Plus, you have someone… did you get over the flowers so quick?”

No one had ever looked at me like that before, and that was what frightened me. I closed my eyes, and all I saw was Nora. Her shy smile, the way she had looked at me in the kitchen, nervous yet certain, the way she had whispered that she chose me. I had spent years building walls no one could climb. After Lillian, I swore I would never trust another woman enough to let her hold my heart, until Nora came along. Without trying, she simply walked into my life and made me forget why those walls existed. I turned my head, her face was buried against my shoulder, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.

She is a pro when it comes to the art of seduction and sex, having her by him will keep him busy knowing that Arabella can't do it. Nora stares at the man before her, with no word left...she's been with different men, old and young but Rowan, was just the best...She's wanted to taste him to know his capacity is and where it ends but it turns out that he exceeded her imagination and more...No one has ever given her such a rough, hard, energy-draining yet sweet sex before, until Rowan came about, bringing all her fantasies to reality...The only thing she wants now is Rowan, most especially his great skill in sex and his dick...She knows she can't have them without him so making him hers is wha

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise.

She didn't fight the new authors with violence; she fought them with Style. ​Nora closed her eyes and reached for the "Midnight Blue" essence of Chapter 1. She didn't want the world’s versions of her; she wanted the version that belonged only to the man who first looked at her across a ballroom. ​The Brooklyn bookstore dissolved. The smell of dust and printer ink was replaced by the scent of Oud, Vintage Champagne, and Rain-Slicked Marble. ​The Return to the Penthouse ​When Nora opened her eyes, she was standing in the center of the Grand Ballroom of the Vane Estate in the Hamptons.

Once when she accidentally—on purpose—bumped into him, spilling snow down his collar. “Oh no,” she said, not sorry at all. “Clumsy me.” “You’re doing this intentionally.” She leaned in. “Prove it.” Sebastian wanted to throttle her. He wanted to kiss her. Both thoughts irritated him. Noelle, meanwhile, had decided Nyra was the most interesting thing to happen all year. “Can she come sledding with us?” Noelle asked. “No.” Nyra gasped. “That hurt.” “She’s dangerous.” Nyra placed a hand on her chest. “I am festive.”

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