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
wounded
The wounded recognized the wounded.
let-it-go way easy
When something comes easy, you usually let it go the same way.
tolerate vertical i-can
I won't consider getting horizontal with someone I can barely tolerate when we're vertical.
mistake writing thinking
The most important thing is you can't write what you wouldn't read for pleasure. It's a mistake to analyze the market thinking you can write whatever is hot. You can't say you're going to write romance when you don't even like it. You need to write what you would read if you expect anybody else to read it.
genre variety
I read a lot - and I read a variety of genres.
kicking technique ancient
"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."
technology
What is technology?... It's another god.
disgrace behinds staying
There is no disgrace in staying behind, not when it's the right thing.
eyebrows perfect looks
I have to say you don't look anything like a policewoman." Maxia's perfect eyebrows arched as she gave Eve's dress a quick scan. "Leonardo dresses you, doesn't he?" "No, I usually do it myself.
without-trust love-without-trust
Love without trust? It's not love at all.
couple army fighting
Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. “He fights with us. We’re an army.” “An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?” she asked Glenna. “Witch.” “So, we’ve got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.
barbie-dolls people dallas
The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?" "Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.
coming-back you-again left
When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.