1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts proves that the MacGregor charm should be illegal in the second novel in her beloved. Roberts, Nora - MacGregors 01 - Serena ~ Caine (Playing the Odds Roberts, Nora - MacGregors 1 - Serena~Caine Roberts, Nora - Tempting Fate. Tempting Fate By Nora Roberts - FictionDB. Cover art, synopsis, sequels, reviews, awards, publishing history, genres, and time period.
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Editorial Reviews. Review. Praise for Nora Roberts “America's favorite writer.”— The New Yorker “When it comes to true romance, no one does it better than Nora . Tempting Fate book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. A #1 New York Times Bestselling AuthorAttorney Caine MacGregor had . Attorney Caine MacGregor had a reputation for being a demon in the courtroom -- and in the bedroom. He yearned to break down Diana Blade's icy wall of.
Not once in the span of two decades had Justin contacted her.
So now he's married, Diana mused. Perhaps because she still saw him as an intense, rather brooding teenager, she couldn't picture Justin as a husband. Serena MacGregor. Diana ran the name over in her mind.
Odd that she should find herself with a sister-in-law when she barely felt that she had a brother. Oh, she knew of the Hyannis Port MacGregors.
Aunt Adelaide wouldn't have considered Diana's education complete if she hadn't been made aware of the background of one of the country's leading families—particularly when they lived close enough to Boston to be considered neighbours. After all, monied dynasties were the only royalty America claimed.
Daniel MacGregor was the patriarch, a full-blooded Scot and financial wizard. Anna MacGregor, his wife, was a highly respected surgeon. Alan, the oldest son, was a United States senator earmarked for bigger things. Caine MacGregor.
Here, Diana stopped her mental list. Though he was barely thirty, she'd heard his name bandied about the hallowed halls of Harvard Law School. Both she and Caine had chosen law and she'd slaved over the books, studied under the same professors and walked the same corridors.
At length, she'd passed the same bar. He'd graduated the year before she'd entered and had already begun what looked to be a brilliant career.
Once when Diana had been a freshman, she'd overheard two female upperclassmen talking about Caine MacGregor. And, she remembered with a smirk, they hadn't been discussing his mind. Obviously, the inestimable MacGregor hadn't spent all his time sweating over his books. Then there was Serena.
From all accounts, she was brilliant—it seemed to be in the MacGregor genes. She'd graduated from Smith with honours, Diana recalled, then had spent the next few years collecting degrees. She seemed an odd match for the Justin Blade Diana remembered.
For a moment, Diana considered whether she would have attended their wedding if she'd been in the country. Yes, she decided. She would have been too curious not to. After all, it was primarily curiosity that had her travelling to Atlantic City now.
Then again, she thought ruefully, it would have been difficult to refuse the invitation Serena had sent her without being childishly rude. If there were two things Aunt Adelaide had taught her, they were never to be childish or rude—at least not to those considered your peers. Diana pushed her aunt's quaint double standards to the back of her mind and unfolded Serena's letter.
Dear Diana, I was terribly disappointed that you were in Paris last fall and unable to attend the wedding. I'd often requested a sister, but my parents wouldn't oblige me. Now that I have one, it's frustrating not to be able to enjoy her. Justin speaks of you, but it's not the same as meeting you face to face—especially since his memories are of a little girl. After all these years, I can think of nothing he'd like better than to meet the woman you've become.
Taking a page out of his book, I'm sending you an airline ticket.
The marriage settled in Keedysville, Maryland. Her husband worked at his father's sheet-metal business before joining her parents in their lighting company.
While, she worked briefly as a legal secretary. After their sons, Dan and Jason, were born she stayed home. Calling this her "Earth Mother" years, she spent much of her time doing crafts, including ceramics and sewing her children's clothes.
The marriage ended separating, and they obtained the divorce in January In February , a blizzard in forced her hand to try another creative outlet. She was snowed in with a three and six year old with no kindergarten respite in sight and a dwindling supply of chocolate. During the now famous blizzard, she pulled out a pencil and notebook and began to write down one of those stories.
It was there that a career was born. Several manuscripts and rejections later, her first book, Irish Thoroughbred, was published by Silhouette in as Nora Roberts, a shortened form of her birth name Eleanor Marie Robertson, because she assumed that all authors had pen names.
Eleanor wrote under the pseudonym Jill March a story for a magazine titled "Melodies of Love". Eleanor met her second husband, Bruce Wilder, when she hired him to build bookshelves. They were married in July Since that time, they've expanded their home, traveled the world. In , she decided adopted other pseudonym so to publish a futuristic-suspense novels, she first decided to use the pseudonym D.