God, I love men." She got up from the desk, walked to him, cupped his face in her hands and gave him a smacking kiss on the mouth. "You're just so cute." One hard tug on her hand had her tumbling into his lap. An instant later her quick laugh was cut off, and her heart pounding. He hadn't kissed her this way before, with impatience and heat and hunger all mixed together in near brutal assault. He hadn't kissed her as if he couldn't get enough. Would never get en

— Nora Roberts

God, I'm crazy about him."" It's early yet for crazy isn't it?"" Don't you know when you know? Five minutes, five years - how does that change what you know? I wanted to know with the man I was with before. I tried to know. Furthermore, I liked him, and I was comfortable with him. Furthermore, I told myself, 'Give it more time', but time didn't change anything. Not for either of us as it turned out.

— Nora Roberts

Good fiction creates its own reality.

— Nora Roberts

Grab it while you can because tomorrow could suck you dry.

— Nora Roberts

Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway. Brianna: But it's not - it's a different kind of truth - it would be your truth at the time of the writing, wouldn't it?

— Nora Roberts

Happily ever after?" "If justice doesn't triumph and love doesn't make the circle in entertainment fiction, what's the point? Real life sucks too often.

— Nora Roberts

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

— Nora Roberts

He hated this feeling of free-floating, just drifting from place to place, thought to thought, without any sense of anchor or root.

— Nora Roberts

He loved his job. What was advertising, anyway, but a knowledge of people and of which buttons to push to nudge them into opening their wallets? It was, he is often though, an accepted, creative, even expected twist on picking those wallets. For a man who had spent the first half of his life as a thief, it was the perfect career.

— Nora Roberts

He preferred the term "study" to "office," as an office meant work. No way around it. In a study, you could, well, study, or nap or read, or stare into space thinking long thoughts. You could certainly work, but it wasn't a requirement.

— Nora Roberts