Books By James Patterson Novels & Stories

I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?” “Jesus!” I yell as I nearly fling the book away. “When did you get here?” “Like twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “You were so wrapped up in your p**n you didn’t notice.” “It’s not p**n,” I tell him quickly. “It said cock four times on one page,” he reminds me. “It’s p**n.” He pulls the book from my hands and opens it to a random page and starts reading. “Huh,” he mutters. “Good p**n.” He hands it back to me and smirks, “is it doing anything for you?”

For the first time, he felt a strong urge to speak with Sarah, but he did not know what to say. “Did Charlotte confess?” he asked. “That has nothing to do with you.” James moved his lips, but he still could not help reminding her, “I know I’m no longer qualified to warn you about anything, but be careful of Nick Paterson. He works for Aaron Hernandez.” Just then, Zachary walked over and looked at James impatiently. He had only gone to the director’s office for a short while. How had this man suddenly appeared? “Mr. Chancer. What a coincidence,” he said with a cold laugh.

“She wants to hurt us. All of us.” Footsteps padded down the hallway. James appeared in the doorway in his pajamas, clutching his stuffed dinosaur. “I can’t sleep,” he mumbled. “Everyone’s too loud.” The arguing stopped instantly. James climbed onto my bed, careful of my stomach like always. He settled against my side, small and warm. “Are the bad people trying to hurt us again?” he asked in a whisper. My heart cracked. “No, sweetheart. We’re just having a grown-up discussion.”

The bookstore is quiet and my hands keep fidgeting straightening stacks that don’t need straightening, sliding books into place that were already perfectly lined up, running my thumb along spines like they might suddenly whisper answers to me and every time the bell over the door rings my heart jumps like I’m waiting for a verdict. I’m ridiculous thirty-four years old, been shot, survived chaos, lived through family drama, watched my best friend get kidnapped, seen the worst of people and I’m shaking like a kid with a crush because I want to ask a man to dinner. James has been in town for almost 4 week now. He comes by the shop every other day under the excuse of “checking on Jess” or “just

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“Mama! Read! Story time!” Seraphine pulled him onto her lap, grateful for the interruption. Charlotte’s academics could be managed. Right now, James needed a story. “Which book today?” “TRUCKS! Big trucks book!” James had simple, enthusiastic preferences. They read about trucks construction trucks, delivery trucks, fire trucks James pointing at pictures and narrating with increasingly elaborate stories about what each truck was doing. “This truck going to BUILD something! Big building! With BLOCKS!” His imagination was developing rapidly.

"Now go open the front. It's six fifty-eight and Mr. Patterson will be here at seven on the dot and if the door isn't unlocked he'll bang on it like he's being chased." Mr. Patterson arrived at seven on the dot. He ordered a black coffee. He was human. He was seventy-three. He wore suspenders and read the obituaries and he had no idea that the girl behind the counter was a seer bound to two beastlords who ran the city from underground. "Morning, Josie," he said. "Morning, Mr. Patterson." "You look different." "I get that a lot." "Good different. You look. Settled." "I am."

Jasper barked as he pushed his way past the young woman. “I assume this is your assistant?” Rowan said as he stood in the doorframe but went no further. Taken aback by both Jasper’s attitude and Rowan’s smooth, alluring voice, she simply stared at him and nodded. “Perhaps you would invite me in?” he continued. Having already reached his desk, Jasper gripped a pile of notes in his fist as he looked over at the door with surprise. “So, the stories about you not being able to enter a human’s home without an invitation are true, I take it,” he said.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you off on the essay pertaining to why the Amendments we have were ratified and not the others.” “There was always hope,” called James. “Nice try. Get to work.” He pulled out his tablet from Eliza’s book bag at the floor of their seat and after handing over her own, he began to tap on the screen in order to get to his book he needed to read. “What’re you doing to do first?” Eliza whispered. “The easiest,” James shrugged nonchalantly. “I need to read Ernest Hemingway’s ‘The old man and the sea’ for English.”

James sighed, he was tired from all the ways his mother stressed him. He must have seen a vision because his mother barged right into his room with a frown on her face. Judith halted her steps and peered at him, her eyes narrowing when they landed on the book he was holding. James could already see the imaginary steam seeping out of her ears as he stood up to greet her. "You're reading these irrelevant travel books again?" She hissed, wrinkling her nose in disapproval "Is this what you should be focusing on? You're supposed to be studying business books and resources. Not this nonsense"