Romans & histoires James Patterson Best Stand-alone Books

“You don’t get to talk about him like that.” “I know him better than you ever will!” Adam shouted, his voice breaking. “I’ve seen him lose people in fires and keep going like it didn’t kill him inside. I’ve seen him drown himself in work because he’s too scared to need anyone. You think a man like that can give you something real?” Jasmine’s throat tightened. “Maybe he already has.”

Of course it's a James Patterson. "I didn't take you for Patterson man." I lean back on the couch readjusting myself and opening my Kindle again. This could work. A girl must always keep hope. Hudson shrugs, sitting back in the chair. He tosses his feet up on my coffee table and gets comfy. "Some of his plot points aren't so far-fetched. Now shhhh," he shooshes me with one finger across his lips. "I got into a good part on the plane."

“Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.” I offer a smirk of my own. “Right. And James Patterson actually still writes all his own novels.” Cassie grins. “You’re a literary snob. Aren’t you?” I wave her off, playing the game. “And you my dear are like the rest of your poor, deprived generation: You lack taste, Cassie. Taste.” “Oh.” She tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow. “Taste. That explains all those trashy Mills & Boon books you have in the Romance section.”

So maybe Jim lived in a tiny place because he was a single guy, and he saw no point in wasting money on a larger apartment. Anyway, from the looks of it, the man spent every penny he had on books. They were jammed onto a couple of cheap bookshelves, and piled high on every available surface. God, he even had books on his kitchen counters and neatly lined up under his bedroom window. She peeked at a few of the titles, and was amused to see the range of topics: mystery, action, contemporary literature, some horror. She even spotted a few military romance books, and she grinned at that. Maybe he’s reliving his days as a Ranger, reading about bad-ass military heroes saving damsels-in-distress in

Cassie’s POV I stood in front of the massive mansion, its towering pillars and sprawling grounds as familiar as they were overwhelming. Nostalgia swept through me in a wave I wasn’t prepared for. This place had once been my sanctuary, but also my cage. Compared to my small condo, this was paradise, yet I had left it behind because I couldn’t breathe here. My mother never supported my dream, so I chose to chase it alone. Now, with my career in shambles, I wondered if walking away had been worth it.