Fantastic Fiction James Patterson Novels & Stories

"But I prefer a space that feels inspiring, not intimidating." "It definitely is inspiring," I agreed, stepping further into the room. My fingers trailed across the spines of the books, drawn to a worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice." "You have quite the collection," I remarked. "Guilty as charged," James admitted with a smile. "I'm a bit of a bibliophile, I'm afraid." We spent the next few minutes discussing our favorite books, a delightful conversation that flowed effortlessly. James pointed out a first edition copy of Sherlock Holmes tucked away in a corner, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he shared the story of how he'd acquired it at a flea market.

And looking at the state of this town, I may just have a lot more time to read. Jasper holds the book up again. "A mystery novel. Those are my favourite." Maybe he likes mystery books so much because he is one. Every time I look at him, I am caught up in his eyes. The violet in his eyes must be a side effect of being a Phantom Wolf. Still, I haven't questioned him much about the Wolves I spent most of my believing didn't exist. We ended up talking more about the book, while Jasper tried to find me something to eat. Apparently he needed to go shopping for more food or something, which almost seemed too domestic for an Alpha to be saying.

“The same ones, and I hate Scooby-Doo.” It petrifies me with that. “Favorite superhero?” "Don't have." “You don't care about them like I do.” I say shocked. "Exact. Do you like The Mentalist?” “I admire Patrick James.” I demand “I think we are soulmates.” She flirts shamelessly in my face. “I look for my polar opposite.” I cut the crap out of him. He laughs and hands me a medium-sized box, not at all light and wrapped in very cool decorative paper.