Nora Roberts' Chesapeake Bay Saga 1-4

Nora Roberts' Chesapeake Bay Saga 1-4

by Nora Roberts

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#1 New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts presents a collection including all four novels in her captivating saga about the lives and loves of four brothers on the windswept shores of the Chesapeake Bay.


Cameron Quinn is coming home to say goodbye to the only father he ever loved. And he’ll have to put his fast-paced life on hold to care for the last lost boy Ray Quinn hoped to save...


Though not born to the tradition of a waterman, Ethan Quinn has embraced the life. But now, he must face his own dark past to accept not only who he is but what he hopes to become...


As Phillip Quinn struggles to draw his new brother into his life, he must deal with a beautiful woman who has secrets that will affect them all—a woman who needs both his trust and his heart...


When world-renowned artist Seth Quinn returns to his home on Maryland’s eastern shore, he finds the woman of his dreams. But someone from his past is determined to destroy his newfound happiness...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101531303
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/01/2011
Series: Chesapeake Bay Saga
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 142
Sales rank: 20,239
File size: 3 MB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Nora Roberts is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than 200 novels. She is also the author of the bestselling In Death series written under the pen name J. D. Robb. There are more than 500 million copies of her books in print.


Keedysville, Maryland

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Silver Spring, Maryland

Read an Excerpt


CAMERON QUINN wasn’t quite drunk. He could get there if he put his mind to it, but at the moment he preferred the nice comfortable buzz of the nearly there. He liked to think it was just the two-steps-short-of-sloppy state that was holding his luck steady.

He believed absolutely in the ebb and flow of luck, and right now his was flowing fast and hot. Just the day before, he’d raced his hydrofoil to victory in the world championship, edging out the competition by the point of the bow and breaking the standing record for time and speed.

He had the glory, and the hefty purse, and he’d taken both over to Monte Carlo to see how they held up.

They held up just dandy.

A few hands of baccarat, a couple of rolls of the dice, the turn of a card, and his wallet weighed heavier. Between the paparazzi and a reporter from Sports Illustrated, the glory showed no signs of dimming either.

Fortune continued to smile—no, make that leer, Cameron thought—by turning him toward that little jewel in the Med at the same time that popular magazine was wrapping its swimsuit-edition shoot.

And the leggiest of those long-stemmed gifts from God had turned her high-summer blue eyes on him, tipped her full, pouty lips up in an invitational smile a blind man could have spotted, and opted to stay on a few days longer.

And she’d made it clear that with very little effort, he could get a whole lot luckier.

Champagne, generous casinos, mindless, no-strings sex. Yes indeed, Cameron mused, luck was definitely being his kind of lady.

When they stepped out of the casino into the balmy March night, one of the ubiquitous paparazzi leaped out, snapping frantically. The woman pouted—it was, after all, her trademark look—but gave her endless mane of ribbon-straight silvery-blond hair an artful toss and shifted her killer body expertly. Her red-is-the-color-of-sin dress, barely thicker than a coat of paint, made an abrupt halt just south of the Gates of Paradise.

Cameron just grinned.

“They’re such pests,” she said with a hint of a lisp or a French accent. Cameron was never sure which. She sighed, testing the strength of that thin silk, and let Cameron guide her down the moon-dappled street. “Every place I look is a camera. I’m so weary of being viewed as an object for the pleasure of men.”

Oh, yeah, right, he mused. And because he figured the pair of them were as shallow as a dry creek after a drought, he laughed and turned her into his arms. “Why don’t we give him something to splash on page one, sugar?”

He brought his mouth down to hers. The taste of her tickled his hormones, engaged his imagination, and made him grateful their hotel was only two blocks away.

She skimmed her fingers up into his hair. She liked a man with plenty of hair, and his was full and thick and as dark as the night around them. His body was hard, all tough muscle and lean, disciplined lines. She was very choosy about the body of a potential lover, and his more than met her strict requirements.

His hands were just a bit rougher than she liked. Not the pressure or movement of them—that was lovely—but the texture. They were a working man’s hands, but she was willing to overlook their lack of class because of their skill.

His face was intriguing. Not pretty. She would never be coupled, much less allow herself to be photographed, with a man prettier than she. There was a toughness about his face, a hardness that had to do with more than tanned skin tight over bones. It was in the eyes, she thought as she laughed lightly and wiggled free. They were gray, more the color of flint than smoke, and they held secrets.

She enjoyed a man with secrets, as none of them were able to keep them from her for long.

“You’re a bad boy, Cameron.” The accent was on the last syllable. She tapped a finger against his mouth, a mouth that held no softness whatsoever.

“So I’ve always been told—” He had to think for a moment as her name skimmed along the edges of his memory. “Martine.”

“Maybe, tonight, I’ll let you be bad.”

“I’m counting on it, sweetie.” He turned toward the hotel, slanted a glance over. At six feet, she was nearly eye to eye with him. “My suite or yours?”

“Yours.” She all but purred it. “Perhaps if you order up another bottle of champagne, I’ll let you try to seduce me.”

Cameron cocked an eyebrow, asked for his key at the desk. “I’ll need a bottle of Cristal, two glasses, and one red rose,” he told the clerk while keeping his eyes on Martine. “Right away.”

“Yes, Monsieur Quinn, I’ll take care of it.”

“A rose.” She fluttered at him as they walked to the elevator. “How romantic.”

“Oh, did you want one too?” Her puzzled smile warned him humor wasn’t going to be her strong point. So they’d forget the laughs and conversation, he decided, and shoot straight for the bottom line.

The minute the elevator doors closed them in, he pulled her against him and met that sulky mouth with his own. He was hungry. He’d been too busy, too focused on his boat, too angled in on the race to take any time for recreation. He wanted soft skin, fragrant skin, curves, generous curves. A woman, any woman, as long as she was willing, experienced, and knew the boundary lines.

That made Martine perfect.

She let out a moan that wasn’t altogether feigned for his benefit, then arched her throat for his nipping teeth. “You go fast.”

He slid his hand down the silk, up again. “That’s how I make my living. Going fast. Every time. Every way.”

Still holding her, he circled out of the elevator, down the corridor to his rooms. Her heart was rapping hard against his, her breath catching, and her hands . . . well, he figured she knew just what she was doing with them.

So much for seduction.

He unlocked the door, shoved it open, then closed it by bracing Martine against it. He pushed the two string-width straps off her shoulders and with his eyes on hers helped himself to those magnificent breasts.

He decided her plastic surgeon deserved a medal.

“You want slow?”

Yes, the texture of his hands was rough, but God, exciting. She brought one mile-long leg up, wrapped it around his waist. He had to give her full marks for a sense of balance. “I want now.”

“Good. Me too.” He reached up under her excuse for a skirt and ripped away the whisper of lace beneath. Her eyes went wide, her breath thickened.

“Animal. Beast.” And she fastened her teeth in his throat.

Even as he reached for his fly, the knock sounded discreetly on the door behind her head. Every ounce of blood had drained out of his head to below his belt. “Christ, service can’t be that good here. Leave it outside,” he demanded and prepared to take the magnificent Martine against the door.

“Monsieur Quinn, I beg your pardon. A fax just came for you. It was marked urgent.”

“Tell him to go away.” Martine wrapped a hand around him like a clamp. “Tell him to go to hell and fuck me.”

“Hold on. I mean,” he continued, unwrapping her fingers before his eyes could cross. “Wait just a minute.” He shifted her behind the door, took a second to be sure he was zipped, then opened it.

“I’m sorry to disturb—”

“No problem. Thanks.” Cameron dug in his pocket for a bill, didn’t bother to check the denomination, and traded it for the envelope. Before the clerk could babble over the amount of the tip, Cameron shut the door in his face.

Martine gave that famous head toss again. “You’re more interested in a silly fax than me. Than this.” With an expert hand, she tugged the dress down, wiggling free of it like a snake shedding skin.

Cameron decided whatever she’d paid for that body, it had been worth every penny. “No, believe me, baby, I’m not. This’ll just take a second.” He ripped the envelope open before he could give in to the urge to ball it up, toss it over his shoulder, and dive headlong into all that female glory.

Then he read the message and his world, his life, his heart stopped.

“Oh, Jesus. Goddamn.” All the wine cheerfully consumed throughout the evening swam giddily in his head, churned in his stomach, turned his knees to water. He had to lean back against the door to steady himself before reading it again.

Cam, damn it, why haven’t you returned a call? We’ve been trying to reach you for hours. Dad’s in the hospital. It’s bad, as bad as it gets. No time for details. We’re losing him fast. Hurry. Phillip.

Cameron lifted a hand—one that had held the wheel of dozens of boats, planes, cars that raced, one that could show a woman shuddery glimpses of heaven. And the hand shook as he dragged it through his hair.

“I have to go home.”

“You are home.” Martine decided to give him another chance and stepped forward to rub her body over his.

“No, I have to go.” He nudged her aside and headed for the phone. “You have to go. I need to make some calls.”

“You think you can tell me to go?”

“Sorry. Rain check.” His mind just wouldn’t engage. Absently he pulled bills out of his pocket with one hand, picked up the phone with the other. “Cab fare,” he said, forgetting she was booked in the same hotel.

“Pig!” Naked and furious, she launched herself at him. If he had been steady, he’d have dodged the blow. But the slap connected, and the quick swipe. His ears rang, his cheek stung, and his patience snapped.

Cameron simply locked his arms around her, revolted when she took that as a sexual overture, and carted her to the door. He took the time to scoop up her dress, then tossed both the woman and the silk into the hall.

Her shriek rattled the teeth in his head as he threw the bolt. “I’ll kill you. You pig! You bastard! I’ll kill you for this. Who do you think you are? You’re nothing! Nothing!”

He left Martine screaming and pounding at the door and went into the bedroom to throw a few necessities into a bag.

It looked like luck had just taken the nastiest of turns.


CAM CALLED in markers, pulled strings, begged favors, and threw money in a dozen directions. Hooking transportation from Monaco to Maryland’s Eastern Shore at one o’clock in the morning wasn’t an easy matter.

He drove to Nice, bulleting down the winding coastal highway to a small airstrip where a friend had agreed to fly him to Paris—for the nominal fee of a thousand American dollars. In Paris he chartered a plane, for half again the going rate, and spent the hours over the Atlantic in a blur of fatigue and gnawing fear.

He arrived at Washington Dulles Airport in Virginia at just after six A.M. eastern standard time. The rental car was waiting, so he began the drive to the Chesapeake Bay in the dark chill of predawn.

By the time he hit the bridge crossing the bay, the sun was up and bright, sparkling off the water, glinting off boats already out for the day’s catch. Cam had spent a good part of his life sailing on the bay, on the rivers and inlets of this part of the world. The man he was racing to see had shown him much more than port and starboard. Whatever he had, whatever he’d done that he could take pride in, he owed to Raymond Quinn.

He’d been thirteen and racing toward hell when Ray and Stella Quinn had plucked him out of the system. His juvenile record was already a textbook study of the roots of the career criminal.

Robbery, breaking and entering, underage drinking, truancy, assault, vandalism, malicious mischief. He’d done as he’d pleased and even then had often enjoyed long runs of luck where he hadn’t been caught. But the luckiest moment of his life had been being caught.

Thirteen years old, skinny as a rail and still wearing the bruises from the last beating his father had administered. They’d been out of beer. What was a father to do?

On that hot summer night with the blood still drying on his face, Cam had promised himself he was never going back to that run-down trailer, to that life, to the man the system kept tossing him back to. He was going somewhere, anywhere. Maybe California, maybe Mexico.

His dreams had been big even if his vision, courtesy of a blackened eye, was blurry. He had fifty-six dollars and some loose change, the clothes on his back, and a piss-poor attitude. What he needed, he decided, was transportation.

He copped a ride in the cargo car of a train heading out of Baltimore. He didn’t know where it was going and didn’t care as long as it was away. Huddled in the dark, his body weeping at every bump, he promised himself he’d kill or he’d die before he went back.

When he crept off the train, he smelled water and fish, and he wished to God he’d thought to grab some food somewhere. His stomach was screamingly empty. Dizzy and disoriented, he began to walk.

There wasn’t much there. A two-bit little town that had rolled up its streets for the night. Boats bumping at sagging docks. If his mind had been clear, he might have considered breaking into one of the shops that lined the waterfront, but it didn’t occur to him until he had passed through town and found himself skirting a marsh.

The marsh’s shadows and sounds gave him the willies. The sun was beginning to break through the eastern sky, turning those muddy flats and that high, wet grass gold. A huge white bird rose up, making Cam’s heart skip. He’d never seen a heron before, and he thought it looked like something out of a book, a made-up one.

But the wings flashed, and the bird soared. For reasons he couldn’t name, he followed it along the edge of the marsh until it disappeared into thick trees.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow, what a deal....all four for 31.99, I think I'd rather buy them individually for 5.99 each. Great books, bad deal.
True-Outlander More than 1 year ago
This is typical Nora Roberts. Meaning...Excellent! The people are real. You wish you lived in this town and had them as your friends. Very enjoyable...of course!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Why so much? It costs less to buy individually. And, 2 other popular e-book sites have this series listed for $28.99 !
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book, typical Nora with strong story line and characters, but OMG, terrible editing. Words run together, missing words, strange ascii characters within the text. Terrible and VERY distracting.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this series. I did not want it to end!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve read these books. They’re such a wonderful story of love and family.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these books. I have read them several times. I always get lost into the book. It's like I am in the story. Fabulous read!
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Loved this series, all four books are great. Would highly recommend them.
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AAA+ - Lovely end to the series
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This is by far one of Nora Roberts best series. The best depiction and insight about how men can love well, when the right woman loves them back. Showing all of the brothers faults, strengths, weaknesses and their own brand of crazy funny. All the brothers compliment each other and the women who love them all make them even better. Easy to read and hard to put down. This bundle was worth every penny!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series is by far my all time favorite. It's Nora at her VERY best. The characters are well developed, the storyline compelling & the writing inspirational. There is action, romance & love scenes that are steamy without being superfluous or trashy. I laughed, I cried & above all I both rooted for & fell in love with the entire Quinn Clan, so much so I had to purchase the Nook version since I had pretty much wore out my books. I HIGHLY recommend this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good for multiole reads
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderfully written
curious1MP More than 1 year ago
I have been a long time lover of Nora Roberts' books. I have recently completed this series, and was enamored by the four brothers' characterizations. They were very detailed, and believable. Even though, as young boys, they came from hardened environments, because of the love of the Quinns, the brothers were able to develop into their own unique beings. As a social worker, caring about my clients, I particularly enjoyed the independent, feisty, and loving spirit of Anna! This is a well-written series, keeping my interest. It is a book series that I would recommend to anyone who enjoys family drama!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Truly enjoyed reading this series of books by Nora Roberta. The stories flow and merge in an interesting way. The characters are very different individuals who come together to form a loving family.
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Best of all of the series written by Nora Roberts.
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