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
games doe role-playing
Have McNab take the edge if you need one. Can he handle bad cop?" "He does it really well during personal role-playing games when I'm the reluctant witness.
worry behind-you behinds
Don't worry."... "We are right behind you." "Notice," Lilah added with a smile, "the direction is behind.
thinking forever want
Why is it you think you'll live forever and why do you want to, I'd like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?
men boys humanity
He had realised that most vital of humanities. he had touched lives. And he had raised three boys that no one had wanted into men.
kind plates thousand
What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?
girl fearless gone
She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?
home grace world
It's not an exaggeration to say that they saved my life. Ray Quinn, then Cam and Ethan and Phil. They turned their world around for me, and because of it, turned mine around with it. Anna and Grace and Sybill, Aubrey too. They made a home for me, and nothing that happened before matters nearly as much as everything that came after.
heart belief reason
Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.
beautiful summer kings
She gazed toward the marsh that grew thicker, deeper, greener with approaching summer. Mosquitoes whined in there, breeding in the dark water. Alligators slid through it, silent death. It was a place where snakes could slither and bogs could suck the shoe right off your foot. And it was a place, she thought, that went bright and beautiful with the twinkling of fireflies, where wildflowers thrived in the shade and the stingy light. Where an eagle could soar like a king. There was no beauty without risk. No life without it.
skills tolerance lines
[First line] “The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous.
moments made knows
It shouldn't make you sad to know you're loved, Grayson." But it did. It made him sad, and panicked, and for just a moment, wishful.
kissing doors hands
Do you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change.
dangerous feels dangerous-things
I feel something for you, some dangerous thing, some volatile thing.
southern honey
Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.