Spotlight & Giveaway: Hidden Nature by Nora Roberts

Posted May 26th, 2025 by in Blog, Spotlight / 24 comments

Today, HJ is pleased to share with you Nora Roberts’s new release: Hidden Nature

 

Spotlight&Giveaway

 

The #1 New York Times-bestselling author presents a novel about an injured cop who must fight to bring down a pair of twisted killers…

 

Natural Resources police officer, Sloan Cooper, and her partner had just taken down three men preying on hikers in the Western Maryland mountains. Driving back, she pulled in at a convenience store—and walked right into a robbery in progress. One gunshot from a jittery thief was about to change her world.

After being shocked back to life on the operating table, she has a long recovery ahead, so she moves back to her parents’ peaceful house in Heron’s Rest. As for the boyfriend who dumped her via text while she was in the hospital, good riddance.

She may be down, but she’s not out. So when a woman vanishes, leaving her car behind in a supermarket parking lot, Sloan searches online for similar cases. She finds them, spread across three states. Men and women, old and young—the missing seem to have nothing in common. And the abductions keep happening.

Luckily, the new man in her life shares her passion for solving this mystery. But it will take every ounce of endurance to get to the dark heart of this bizarre case—and she’s willing to risk her life again if that’s what it takes to stop the horror.

 

Enjoy an exclusive excerpt from Hidden Nature 

Chapter One
The day Sloan Cooper died began before dawn and ended shortly before midnight. As a corporal
in the Natural Resources Police, she’d helped take down a trio of men who spent most of the fall
harassing, robbing, and assaulAng hikers on the trails in the Western Maryland mountains.
The three men, two brothers and their father, deemed the public lands their property, as
sovereign ciAzens, and all who crossed their borders trespassers.
Now, aFer a three-day operaAon during which she’d personally disarmed the father, one
John aka Red Bowson, all three were in custody. Sloan figured they’d have a nice long stay in a
federal prison to consider the error of their ways.
So saAsfying.
Plus, she wanted that third chevron, wanted the rank of sergeant, and this bust could
push that through.
Since she’d won the toss, she manned the wheel on the drive back to the Special Ops
Division while her partner checked in with his wife.
Joel Warren, a beanpole of a man with deep brown skin and close-cropped curls under
his felt Stetson, had a decepAvely lazy manner that masked a sharp mind and enough energy to
power a small city.
They’d trained together, and both had aimed for the Criminal InvesAgaAve Bureau. He,
born and raised in DC, and she, from a small town in those western mountains, had found their
rhythm early on.
Their partnership of nearly five years worked despite—or maybe because of—their
opposing personaliAes. He: easygoing, do the job, and go home. And she: intense, driven, and
buRoned-down.
As she drove, she listened with half an ear as he told his bride they were on their way
home.
He downplayed the three brutal days, didn’t menAon the fact they’d been fired on or the
black eye Sloan had earned during the takedown.
Not just to spare Sari the darker details, Sloan knew. Because, for Joel, that was then.
This was now.
She had to admire how he compartmentalized.
When he finished, he rearranged his endless legs.
“Not supposed to tell you yet.”
“Tell me what? Since you’re going to.”
“Told my mama, and Sari told her folks. Supposed to wait a couple-three more weeks,
but—”
She was a trained invesAgator, and she knew Joel like she knew a brother, if she’d had
one. “You’re kidding! Sari’s pregnant?”
His brown eyes twinkled as he pointed at her.
“See, I didn’t tell you. You concluded, and you’re right, sis. I knocked Sari’s fine ass up.
Nine weeks gone.”
“Holy shit, Joel!” Delight had her pumping her fist in the air before she punched his
shoulder. “You’re going to be a daddy.”
“Already feel like one. Weird, right, but I do. Mama says it’s a girl, and you know Mama
ain’t never wrong.”
“Mama Dee ain’t never wrong. But you’re all good if it’s a boy?”
“I’m all good.”
“How’s Sari?”
“She puked every morning for about a month running, but that’s passed. Halle-freakinglujah.
She says how she can’t wait to get fat. We’ve got a lot to be thankful for when Turkey Day
rolls around in a couple weeks.”
He looked at her with a shining grin. “You’re gonna be an aunAe, sis.”
“AunAe Sloan will always have cookies. I’m so happy for you, Joel. Oh, man, I’m so happy
for both of you. You’ll be great at it.”
“How about you and MaAas? Ever think about taking that next step?”
“As in moving in together?”
She hadn’t thought to check in with the man she’d been seeing for most of a year as Joel
had with Sari. Then again, MaAas wouldn’t expect it—and wouldn’t have appreciated a check-in
aFer ten at night.
“Not sure,” she concluded. “Mostly no, but not sure. And I know what you’re thinking.”
She Acked a look in his direcAon. “Not sure means just no. But it really means not sure and not
yet. We’re fine like we are.”
“Mm-hmm.”
She only rolled her eyes, as she knew that sound. It meant, in his opinion, she was
fooling herself.
Maybe so, but she liked her life just as it was.
But he said, “I need a Dr Pepper.”
“You always need a Dr Pepper.”
“Dr Pepper gives me my sparkle.”
“So you say, but fine. I have to pee anyway. And we might as well gas up while we’re at
it.”
Another mile either way would’ve changed everything, but she cut quickly to the right
and took the next exit.
She drove half a mile, winding through the almost middle of nowhere to a quick stop.
She pulled up to the pumps.
“You gas it up. I’ll buy the expectant daddy his drink of choice. Daddy,” she repeated.
“Holy shit, Joel!”
She got out of the truck, an athleAc woman with her blond hair secured in a bun under
her Stetson. Her eyes (the leF sporAng a shiner), large, almond-shaped, and deeply green,
dominated a face of strong cheekbones, a slim nose, and a long, sharply defined mouth.
Like Joel’s easy manner, people oFen mistook those large, fairylike eyes for soF. She
could bench-press a hundred and fiFy—thirty over her own weight—send a speed bag singing,
and run a mile in six minutes flat.
She’d spent her childhood hiking the trails in the Alleghenies, swimming or boaAng on
the lake in the summer, skiing, snowshoeing in the winter. The outdoors had honed her
physique and her mindset. Her ambiAons and chosen career made, to her thinking, the best of
them.
She stepped into the liRle mart thinking about emptying her bladder, then finishing the
second half of the drive home, where she’d take a long, hot shower and sleep in her own bed.
Even as the door shut behind her, she knew something was wrong.
The stance of the man with his back to her—white, brown hair, six feet, a hundred and
sixty—and the wide eyes that read fear in the counterman facing her, had her resAng a hand on
her weapon.
It happened fast.
It took an eternity.
The man spun, and the weapon already in his hand fired.
The first shot grazed across her forehead, a sharp, shocking sAng that gave her an instant
to draw.
But the second struck her chest, threw her back and down with pain beyond
comprehension.
She saw the man running by her—mid-thirAes, brown eyes, liRle scar on the right
cheek—as her breath wheezed, as the shocking pain spread.
She tried to raise her weapon, but the world grayed. She tried to shout a warning to Joel,
but could barely draw breath.
The shooter—black Adidas low-tops, gray trench, jeans frayed at the boRom—began to
fade out of her mind.
Dimly, she heard another shot, then one more.
Then Joel was beside her, pressing down on her chest so the pain screamed in her head.
“Sloan, Sloan! You look at me. You fucking stay with me. Officer down, Officer down. Need
immediate medical assistance.”
She stared at his face—she knew that face—as his words fell away and into a void.
Then his face was close, so close it blocked everything else, and his eyes—dark as two
new moons—were fierce.
“You stay with me. Help’s coming. I’m here, right here.”
“Hurts.”
“I know, sis, I know. You use that, use that hurt and stay with me. I’m with you. Don’t you
go anywhere. Stay here, stay with me.”
Pain obliterated Ame and space. She drowned in it, and went under. When she surfaced,
the pain came with her. Screaming like the sirens. Faces she didn’t know snapped out words she
couldn’t understand.
Cold, biRer cold covered her, but didn’t numb the wild, unrelenAng pain.
But she heard Joel—somewhere as the world sped by.
“You’re strong. You’re fucking tough, and you’re gonna fight. You hear me? You hear me,
Sloan?”
Everything was white. Everyone shouted, but the voices bounced off her ears and away.
Lights, too many lights hurAng her eyes, so she closed them.
Then it was Joel again, gripping her hand, his eyes fierce. “I’m right here. I’ll be right
here. You fight, goddamn it, Sloan. Don’t you give up.”
Then it all went away. The pain, the lights, the voices. It all went to black.
When the light came back, it came soF, gauzy. She felt free in that light as she floated.
As she looked down at the woman on the table. So pale, so sAll. So much blood.
All those people around her. They’d cut the poor thing open, she thought, before she
realized, with a kind of mild interest, she was the poor thing.
It’s me down there.
Someone shouted Clear! and the paddles made her body jerk. FloaAng, she sighed. They
were working so hard, and she—I—looked Ared of it. So Ared of it.
You can let her go, she thought. Let me go.
The paddles hit again, and she ignored them.
She could see so much from where she floated. Joel, pacing, pacing, a phone at his ear.
She could even hear him.
“She’s sAll in surgery. Her family’s on their way. I’ll call you when she’s out.”
She watched him swipe tears away, and that touched her. She wanted to tell him she
was fine, peaceful in this soF, preRy light. But there was blood on his shirt, and his eyes were
shaRered.
“We’re not going to lose her, Sari. We’re not. She’s going to fight. She won’t give up.
She’s not finished yet. Sari, she’s not giving up.”
All right, all right, damn it.
Once again, she looked down at herself. She thought of Joel and a baby coming. She
thought of her parents, her sister.
The next Ame the paddles struck, she let them take her back to the black.
* * *
When she woke, the pain was there, but dulled, as if smothered under a warm blanket.
The air had a sAng to it, one she recognized as hospital even before she registered the beep of
machines.
The light, dim but harsh, pressed against her eyelids and made her long for just a
moment of the soF and gauzy.
“She’s waking up, Joel. Sloan? Baby, it’s Mom. Open your eyes now, sweeAe. Sloan, my
baby, open your eyes.”
She blinked. It took such effort and, since everything blurred, didn’t seem worth it. She
started to close her eyes again.
“Come on now. Give my hand a squeeze and open your eyes. There you are.”
She felt her mother’s lips press to the back of her hand, her palm, her fingers.
“There’s my girl.”
“Hospital,” she managed. Her throat felt sandpapered, her tongue as thick and dry as a
plank.
“That’s right, and you’re going to be fine. Just fine.”
And it came rushing back. The mini-mart, the man at the counter. The explosion of pain.
“Shot!” She tried to push up, barely managed to move her head. “Joel.”
“Right here, sis.”
She saw them now as her vision cleared. Her mother, ghost pale, blue eyes shadowed
and red-rimmed, and her partner, looking worn to the bone.
“How bad?”
“Not bad enough to stop you.” He bent down, kissed the top of her mother’s head as he
closed a hand around Sloan’s. “I’ll get the doctor.”
“Everything’s going to be fine now.” Elsie Cooper kissed her daughter’s hand again.
Tears, two warm raindrops, spilled on Sloan’s knuckles. “Your dad and Drea are close by. We’ve
been taking shiFs.”
“How long? How long?”
“You’ve been sleeping awhile, and healing. This is day three. They put you in a coma at
first so you could just sleep. And here you are waking up. Baby? You feel this buRon?” She
guided Sloan’s hand. “If it hurts, you can press this buRon for medicine.”
“Okay. I feel . . . mushy.”
A tear slid down Elsie’s cheek as she smiled. “I bet you do. Here’s the nurse. This is
Angie. She’s been really good to you. To all of us.”
“Glad to see you awake.”
The nurse wore her gray-streaked black hair in a bob and had red flowers over the pale
blue of her scrubs. Sloan judged her at about forty, and felt a trickle of relief when she noted
the woman’s brown eyes smiled along with her lips.
“Dr. VincenA will come in shortly. Elsie, Joel, why don’t you give me a few minutes to
look aFer Sloan?”
“We’ll be right outside,” Elsie promised her.
“How bad?” Sloan asked the minute the door shut. “How bad am I hurt?”
Angie checked the IVs, the monitors, then Sloan’s pulse by hand.
“Joel said you’d want it straight, so I’ll tell you it was bad. And now it’s beRer. You’re
going to make a full recovery, and you’ll have to stop yourself from pushing that. Dr. VincenA
and the surgical team? You don’t get much beRer.”
“I died.”
“You’re very much alive.” Angie held a cup with a straw to Sloan’s lips. “Sip some water.”
Because the thirst raged, Sloan obeyed. “On the operaAng table, I died. They had to
bring me back.”
Angie set the cup aside, then took Sloan’s hand. “You had an experience?”
“Did I? They zapped me, didn’t they? My heart stopped and they zapped me. I think
three Ames.”
“The bullet missed the heart, but we’ll say the surgery was tricky. VincenA’s very, very
good. You’re young, healthy, and strong. And pueng those factors aside, we can say, it wasn’t
your Ame.”
“Three Ames.”
“Yes. And here you are, alive, awake, aware. Your vitals are good. You’re stable. If I’m a
judge—and I am—we’ll move your condiAon up to good within the next twenty-four. Now, if
you’re not too Ared, and it’s okay if you are, the rest of your family wants to see you.”
“Yes, please.”
“Family makes a difference, too.”
Gently, Angie eased Sloan up and turned the pillow to the cool side.
“People who love you make a difference. And you’re loved. The call buRon’s right here if
you need me. Dr. VincenA’s on his way.”
Her father and sister came in. Her father, silver threads starAng to gleam in his brown
hair and trim beard, his green eyes sheened with tears, leaned over, pressed his rough,
unshaven cheek to hers.
She felt him trembling, pulling in air to stop tears.
“I’m okay, Dad. They said I’m okay.”
“Scared the crap out of me, Sloan. Give me just a minute.”
While she did, she looked over his shoulder at her sister. Drea, face splotchy from recent
weeping, her usual lustrous brown hair dull and yanked back in a careless tail, swiped at eyes as
blue as their mother’s.
She took Sloan’s hand, smiled. Said, “Whew.”
“Sums it up.”
Dean Cooper liFed his head, then cupped Sloan’s face in hands as rough as his stubble.
“Try not to do that again.”
“Okay, Dad.”
In a lifelong habit, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “I know you’re Ared, and
rest is what you need. But know we’re here.”
“I do.” She worked to clear the clouds from her brain. “Who’s minding the business?”
“We got it covered. Don’t you worry.”
“Plenty of people in Heron’s Rest were pulling for you,” Drea added. “And plenty of them
pitched in to help keep things going.”
“And Joel? He’s our hero. You’re both heroes.”
She felt herself starAng to fade, struggled to stay awake. “Did we get him? White male,
mid-thirAes, brown and brown . . . Did we get him?”
But she dropped off and didn’t hear the answer.
* * *
When pain slapped her awake again, Joel sat by the bed reading the worn paperback copy of
Stephen King’s It he always kept in his go bag.
Sloan remembered asking him why he kept that parAcular book packed. He’d told her it
reminded him, when he was away from home, that whatever they dealt with couldn’t be as bad
as Pennywise.
To test his theory, she’d read it herself and could only agree.
“Came close this Ame,” she mumbled.
He looked up, then set the book aside. “Hey there.”
“Did we get him?”
“Hit the buRon. You’re hurAng.”
She shook her head and immediately wondered how the movement could spread more
pain. “I want to stay awake. The shooter.”
“I heard the shots—two shots. He ran out, fired at me. Missed. I returned fire and
winged him. Got his plate number, the make and model of the beater he jumped into, but I
couldn’t pursue. You were on the floor, bleeding.”
“Something off—counterman terrified. I had my hand on my weapon, but he swung
around, fired. Twice?”
“Twice.”
“I didn’t even draw my weapon.”
“Yeah, you did, sis. It was in your hand when I got to you. I called for an ambulance and
relayed the plates, vehicle, and suspect descripAon. They had him by the Ame they were loading
you in the ambulance.
“Push the buRon and I’ll tell you the rest.”
She pushed it, and the pain backed off a few inches.
“Okay, responders spoRed the car, driving erraAcally, and no shit, since I caught him just
under the armpit. He lost control of the beater, sideswiped a tree—beater lost that baRle. And
the dumb shit came out firing. DOS.”
“Anyone else hurt?”
“No.”
“The civilian, counter guy.”
“He’s fine. He was shaken up, may have pissed his pants. But he grabbed a T-shirt from
the rack so I could use it to put pressure on the chest wound.”
“He shot twice. It’s not real clear, but . . .” Confused, she liFed a hand to the right side of
her forehead, felt the bandage.
“Yeah, no penetraAon. You got about ten sAtches on that one.”
Head shot, she thought. The sAng of a thousand angry wasps. “Could’ve been worse.”
“Could’ve been.”
“Mom, Dad, Drea. They were here, right?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s blurry.”
“They said that would happen for a while. Don’t worry about it. They were here the
whole Ame. I talked them into going home, seeing as they came with the clothes on their backs
and not much else. They’ll be back in the morning.”
“When can I get out here? Shouldn’t I talk to the doctor?”
“You did talk to the doctor.”
“When?”
“This aFernoon. You’ve been in and out. They’ve run a bunch of tests, and you’re doing
preRy good. They’re probably going to get you up tomorrow, get you to walk a liRle.”
“When can I get out?” She wanted to whine, and came very close. “It smells like sick
people in here.”
As she’d said exactly that the last Ame she’d surfaced, he just smiled. “You are a sick
person, sis. They’ve goRa monitor for infecAon and shit like that. And they’ve got to get you up
and around a liRle. Look, the bullet clipped the—give me a second.”
He closed his eyes. “Manubrium. Yeah, that, and a rib. So they picked bone fragments
out. You got a busted rib and a hole in your chest. Not to menAon the gash in your hard head.
So sit back and relax. It’s going to be a few days.”
“I really want to talk to the doctor. Can you just get the doctor?”
“Sloan, it’s past two in the morning. Give the guy a break.”
“Two? In the morning? What the hell are you doing here? Go home.” Agitated now, she
managed to push up a few inches, then just dropped back. “Sari’s pregnant. She’s pregnant,
right? I didn’t just dream that?”
“She’s knocked up good, AunAe Sloan. She peeked in on you yesterday. Everybody in CIB
has come in. And every damn one gave blood. You lost a hell of a lot.”
Because they wanted to tremble, he rubbed his hands on his thighs. “You’re all full up
now. You had both sets of grandparents check in, and your uncle, your cousins, Captain Hamm,
and a whole bunch.”
“I don’t remember any of it. Everything’s so goddamn mixed-up and vague. Except . . . I
died on the table. The operaAng table.”
“They brought you back.”
“Yeah. Three Ames they had to zap me. I was floaAng.”
But if everything else blurred, that remained clear as polished glass.
“I watched them.” She spoke slowly as she remembered every detail. “I saw you, pacing
the hallway, blood on your shirt. My blood. In some hallway, talking on the phone. Crying a
liRle. You said my family was coming, and you’d call when I was out. I was in surgery, and you’d
call when I got out.”
He rubbed the hand he held in his. “Are you stringing me along?”
“It’s all so clear. Joel. How can that be so absolutely clear, and everything else not? I was
going to let go. I felt so light, and it would’ve been so easy to just let go. But you were crying a
liRle, and I remembered you’d told me I had to fight. Not to give up, but fight. So I did.”
He got up, walked to the window. Nudging the curtains open a liRle, he stared through
the gap into the dark.
“I was talking to Sari. She was scared, crying, and wanted to come. I had to talk her
down, talk her into waiAng unAl I said to come. She loves you.”
“I know. I love her.”
He took another moment before he came back to sit again. “I guess that makes you a
miracle, sis.”
“I don’t feel like a miracle. I got a tube sAcking in me.”
“For drainage, they said. They’ll take it out before much longer.”
“They’ve got me hooked up to all this—this stuff.”
“IVs for fluid, catheter deal to catch them when you pee them out.”
“It’s demoralizing,” she decided. “Plus, it freaking hurts. Everywhere. Why are you
grinning at me?”
“You’re geeng beRer. Bitchy’s beRer.”
“Great. Help me break out of this place. C’mon, get me out of here. I’m starving.”
He sat up straight. “You’re hungry?”
“Hungry is wanAng a bag of chips. I said I’m starving.”
“I’ll get you something.”
When he rushed out, Sloane gave in, pushed the buRon again.
She driFed off, but just under the surface. She broke through again when Joel came back
with a liRle plasAc bowl and a spoon.
“They said to start off with this.”
“What is it?”
“Beef broth.”
“That sounds disgusAng.” And to the woman who had, only days before, bench pressed
one-fiFy, the spoonful of broth felt like a ten-pound weight. “It is disgusAng,” she said, and ate
another spoonful.
She managed four sips before she wore out. “Sorry, that’s it.” She could feel herself
driFing, going under again. “Go home, Joel.”
Instead, he set the bowl aside, then rubbed his knuckles over her cheek before he sat
down. He picked up his book, stretched out his legs, and read.
* * *
The next Ame she woke, the open curtains let sunshine pour in. Her sister sat beside her,
hair loose and shining around her shoulders as she worked a crossword puzzle on her tablet.
Sloan said, “Oh, man.”
Drea glanced up, shot out a big, bright smile. “It’s good to see you, too.”
“How long was I out this Ame?”
“It’s just aFer nine on this sunny November morning. I kicked Joel out—which wasn’t
easy. Mom and Dad will be in this aFernoon. Want some breakfast?”
“Maybe. I want out of here, Drea.”
“Who wouldn’t? I hear you’re taking the first steps toward that—literally—this morning.
Let me see about geeng you some food.”
When her sister went out, Sloan managed to find the controls and brought the back of
the bed up a couple more inches. And took her first good look around.
A lot of flowers. That was nice—she’d be grateful. She’d be more grateful if she and the
flowers had been in her apartment, but she’d be grateful.
She had beige walls, no surprise there, a lot of machines, a couple of chairs, a door she
assumed led to a bathroom. Through the window she could see some buildings, some trees, a
parking lot.
For the first Ame it occurred to her she didn’t know where she was.
“Where the hell am I?” she demanded when Drea came back in.
“Hagerstown. Closest hospital, and they’ve been great. Angie’s bringing you breakfast,
and news! The doctor will be in to take out the catheter. You’re going to take a walk.”
“Outside?”
“No.” In the professionally cheerful voice she used with clients and customers, Drea
conAnued, “We do have a wide variety of indoor acAviAes lined up for your entertainment and
amusement.”
“Kiss my ass.”
Ignoring that, Drea rolled right along.
“Physical therapy. Whee! Blood tests, urine tests. Such fun! We also have a book of
crosswords, just for you.”
“You’re the crossword addict.”
Drea, in her tend-to-you way, eased Sloan up, smoothed and plumped her pillow. “And
I’m assured they’re an excellent way to exercise your brain. We also have my spare tablet. You
can stream movies, TV, whatever.”
Reality, and the dread that ran with it, leaked into hope.
“Jesus, Drea, how long am I going to be stuck here?”
“A few more days anyway, but ask the doctor. He’s adorable, by the way.”
“Are you hieng on my doctor?”
“I would, but he’s wearing a wedding ring.” She turned as Angie came in with a tray.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
“BeRer. Like it’s Ame to go home.”
“Let’s see how you handle breakfast.”
“Not beef broth.”
“No. We’ve got scrambled eggs, applesauce, yogurt.”
“Coffee?”
“A smoothie for now. We’ll check with the doctor on the coffee. He’s making his rounds,
so he’ll be in shortly.”
“You said that before, I think, and Joel said I talked to him, the doctor. I don’t
remember.”
“You’re on some excellent drugs. AFer you see the doctor, we’re going to get you up.
We’re going to want you to take short walks several Ames a day. A therapist will be in later to
show you some breathing exercises.”
“Can I take a shower?”
“Soon. We’re going to keep you busy for the rest of your stay. If discharge is the
moAvaAon, use it. You’ll get there faster. And food helps.”
She gave Sloan’s hand a pat, and leF.
Sloan managed a few bites of egg, then leaned back. “It feels like I’m starving, then I
start to eat. It’s exhausAng. Nothing tastes right.”
“Try the smoothie.” Drea held the straw to Sloan’s lips.
AFer a taste, she shook her head. “I want some damn coffee, I want this thing out of me
so I can pee like a normal person. I want to get the fuck out of this place, and I want . . .”
She stopped, pressed her hands to her face, morAfied tears burned in her eyes.
“Jesus Christ, listen to me! I’m a braRy ten-year-old. I’m alive, and I could be, maybe
should be, dead, and all I can do is whine.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I just feel so bitchy.”
“Hey, some son of a bitch shot my sister. I’m feeling preRy bitchy, too.”
On a calmer breath, Sloan dropped her hands. “I’m top bitch. You can be assistant bitch.”
“Figures. Assistant bitch says try to eat a liRle more.”
“Okay.”
She tried more eggs, took a spoonful of yogurt.
“Sorry, honestly, that’s it.”
With a nod, Drea angled the tray away.
“Shit, does MaAas know?”
Back turned, Drea fussed with a flower arrangement. “He came to see you the day aFer
your surgery.”
“Do I have my phone? I should probably call him, or at least text him.”
With fire in her eyes, Drea spun back. “They let him in to see you. Mom and Dad
insisted. He stayed about three minutes, and that’s probably overesAmaAng. He hasn’t been
back since.”
“Oh.” Her brain tried to process it. “All right.”
“Is it? Is it all right?”
“No, of course it isn’t. Not even close to all right. I’ll deal with it.”
“If you don’t boot that selfish asshole to the curb, I swear, I’ll wait unAl you’re back in
shape—No, you’re stronger than me, and meaner. I’ll wait unAl you’re on your feet, barely, then
I’ll kick your ass.”
In the face of her sister’s fury, some of the bitchiness in Sloan dropped away.
“You sAll couldn’t take me. I won’t have to boot him, Drea. He’s booted himself. And I’m
either too Ared to care, or I just don’t. Would you mind geeng that food out of here? Even the
smell’s not hieng right.”
“Sure.”
As Drea reached for it, Sloan took her hand. “I love you, even though you think you’re
the preRy one.”
“I love you. Trust me, right now I am unquesAonably the preRy one.”
“That bad?”
“Avoid mirrors for another couple days. I’ll be back.”
AFer Drea went out, Sloan glanced toward the bathroom. Now she absolutely had to
look at a mirror, but couldn’t figure out how.
As she calculated, Dr. VincenA breezed in.
Drea had it right there. Adorable.

From Hidden Nature, by Nora Roberts. Copyright © 2025 by the author, and reprinted with permission of St. Martin’s Publishing Group.

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24 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Hidden Nature by Nora Roberts”

  1. DIANE SALLANS

    I always enjoy Nora’s stories – it’s been a while since I’ve read one of her standalones.

  2. Juli Hall

    Love the excerpt, sounds like a really great book. I love Nora Roberts and definitely going to read this

  3. Patricia B

    Excellent as usual. I love her books. Sloan is a strong woman and doesn’t sound like one who will stay down for long. She has wonderful friends and family which will help her recover. This is one I will be reading.