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
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Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.
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If it winds up earlier, you should have a movie picked out. This is assuming she isn’t sending you the ‘let’s go back to my place’ signals. In that case—” “Don’t go there, Bob. Let’s just not go there.
fire what-if window
What if there's a fire?" Glenna said sweetly, and Cian merely smiled. "Then I guess you'd better open a window, and fly.
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Sometimes a wind comes up, blows you off course. You’re not ready for it, but if you’re lucky, you end up in a more interesting place than you’d planned.
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You don't find time to write. You make time. It's my job.
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I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.
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First, I really believe that since writer is a term without genre, a good one should be able to write believable male and female characters.
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I've gotten to know a number of readers from being online, and really treasure the time I've spent with them.
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Now, I'll say this. I've never taking a course on writing. I've never read a book on writing. This isn't something that would work for me.
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I'll usually work until about four or five - take a short break mid day to run through the email that's come in or read and post on the boards.
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The very young and the very old often saw what others could not. Or would not.
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Tell him I took the cat
eye like-love tragedy
She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.
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Who's with her?" Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. "With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster." Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. "I see." When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.