Honest Illusions

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With Honest Illusions, national bestselling author Nora Roberts unveils a world where passion and mystery entwine, where nothing is as it seems.
The daughter of a world-renowned magician, Roxy Nouvelle has inherited her father's talents and his penchant for jewel thievery.

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Bio of Nora Roberts

Born into a family of readers, Nora had never known a time that she wasn't reading or making up stories. During the famous blizzard of '79, she pulled out a pencil and notebook and began to write down one of those stories. It was there that a career was born. Her first book, Irish Thoroughbred, was published by Silhouette in 1981. Nora met her second husband, Bruce Wilder, when she hired him to build bookshelves. They were married in July 1985. Since that time, they've expanded their home, traveled the world and opened a bookstore together. In the spring of 1995, Nora released her first novel written under the pseudonym J.D. Robb. The pragmatic reason for creating J.D. Robb was the astounding pace at which she produces books. With nearly 100 published books to her credit by 1995, she had built up a surplus of titles to be released by her publishers, and still was creating more. Reluctant to publish romantic suspense books akin to what she was already writing under a pseudonym, Ms. Roberts was convinced that readers would enjoy romantic suspense with a difference. Thus J.D. Robb was born. The initials were taken from Ms. Roberts's sons, Jason and Dan, while Robb was a shortened form of Roberts.

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Imprint

Penguin Group, Inc.

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911.69 KB

Number of Pages

432

eBook ISBN

9780786526680

Excerpt from: Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts

PROLOGUE
The Lady Vanishes. It was an old illusion, given a modern twist, and never failed to leave the audience gasping. The glittery crowd at Radio City was as eager to be duped as a group of slack-jawed rubes at a dog and pony show.

Even as Roxanne stepped onto the glass pedestal she could feel their anticipation -- the silvery edge of it that was a merging of hope and doubt glued together with wonder. Those inching forward in their seats ranged from president to peon.

Magic made equals of them all.

Max had said that, she recalled. Many, many times.

Amid the swirl of mist and the flash of light, the pedestal slowly ascended, circling majestically to the tune of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. The gentle three-hundred-and-sixty-degree revolution showed the crowd all sides of the ice-clear pedestal and the slender woman atop it -- and distracted them from the trickery at hand.

Presentation, she'd been taught, was often the slim difference between a charlatan and an artist.

In keeping with the theme of the music, Roxanne wore a sparkling gown of midnight blue that clung to her long, willowy form -- clung so closely that no one studying her would believe there was anything under the spangled silk but her own flesh. Her hair, a waterfall of flame curling to her waist, twinkled with thousands of tiny iridescent stars.

Fire and ice. More than one man had wondered how one woman could be both at the same time.