Romance Novels Nora Roberts Novels & Stories

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

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.

Never. "You are really a good actress, I must say. But your biggest mistake is trying to frame my Zan. My husband. That man over here loves me. Only me. There's hundreds of bitches trying to snatch him from me. But none of them ever succeeded. You know why? Because this man loves me. Only me. He feels disgusted when someone else than me touches him. I have spend five years of my life with him and you think you could just sneak in my room and then sleep on my bed naked when my husband was in washroom and break what we have build over the years in an instant? I knew something was wrong when I got a text from Rose' number telling me to come home ASAP. Rose never texted me in those past five yea

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

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.

“Bye, Jayden.” Later that evening, as we walked down the beach under the fading sun, I asked, “Did it bother you? Seeing him?” Richard shrugged. “I’m not threatened by something I’ve already won.” Another day, we stopped by a small bookstore café. I was reaching for a novel when I heard a voice say, “That one’s really good.” I turned. Nora. She looked effortlessly beautiful, as always — tailored pants, soft curls, perfect lipstick. “Thanks,” I replied, placing the book back.

It was as if all of it was closing in on her - the stares, her anxiety, the music, and Enzo's endless gibbering. Penelope took a deep breath and tried to focus on Liam's reassuring presence. But then, she noticed something troubling. One of the women had a tattoo on her wrist - a tattoo that she recognized from her past. Then she looked up at the woman who was glaring at her in a way that had shivers careening down her spine.

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.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter Twenty "Oh! That looks wonderful on you," Kathy said cheerily as she examined Joan dressed in a long green-colored dress. The pair were picking out dresses at Alice house. Alice house is a luxury brand that caters exclusively to women's garment needs, they are also quite expensive. When Kathy invited Joan to an afternoon shopping spree she didn't hesitate to accept. It did help when Kathy assured her that all costs would be covered. The payment for anything she buys however would be Joan's presence and some quality time with Kathy. Joan surmised Kathy invited her to distract her from the ordeal she's experienced the past couple of days.

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.”