Nora Roberts
Nora Roberts
Nora Robertsis an American bestselling author of more than 209 romance novels. She writes as J. D. Robb for the in Death series, and has also written under the pseudonyms Jill March and for publications in the U.K. as Sarah Hardesty...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 October 1950
CitySilver Spring, MD
CountryUnited States of America
sorry love-you eye
I'm sorry. It's Hard for me. I do love you," she said quietly. "Sometimes it scares me because you're the first. And the only" He held her there until he was sure he could speak, then eased her back, looked into her eyes "You've chaged my life. Become my life." He touched his lips to hers, let the kiss deepen slowly, silkily. "I need you
dark night men
Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.
want should i-want-you
I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.
house trying ghost
Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don't catch a cold.
looks cop noticing
He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.
beautiful alive want
Sometimes I just want to gobble you whole, eat you alive. You're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful.
running fighting sometimes
Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.
coffee men bags
The man's got more money than God, and he sends you a bag of coffee?
couple land silence
You don't need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female." "McNab?" Eve said. "Yes, sir." "Shut up." "It's all right, Dallas. We're a couple." "A couple of what? No, don't tell me. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.
wall glasses flames
He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.
kicking technique ancient
"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."
doors stories needs
A good story's like a door, and you can go through it whenever you need to. After you've read it or seen it or heard it, you can still go back through it. Once it's yours, it's always yours.
mother balls
Necessity is often the mother of balls
fear hands mad
She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion.