James Patterson Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

The bustling corridors of the university were alive with chatter and laughter, but Alvin's voice seemed to cut through the noise, reaching Patricia with a sense of urgency. "Why are you so annoying? You can see I'm reading," Patricia replied, throwing him an irritated glance that could cut through steel. She could feel her patience wearing thin, her grip tightening on the paperback novel she held. The vibrant cover of the romance novel stood out against her pale hands, a stark contrast to the mundane textbooks they carried.

I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection. And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose another game). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid readers and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson. Sit in any single position for a straight hour though, and the rear becomes a mutineer. Yet, even though I was very uncomfortable, I refused to reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.

But no matter how hard she tried to focus on the words, her attention kept drifting back to him. Patrícia smiled to herself as she looked at the book in her hands. She turned slightly toward the sleeping man and, even knowing he wouldn’t respond, asked lightly, “May I read out loud? I’m starting a romance different from what I’m used to. I hope you don’t mind.” She adjusted herself in the chair, crossing her legs, and ran her fingers over the pages before continuing. “The title is In Love with My Son’s Ex. Wow!” she laughed softly. “If you only knew how curious I am to read this… Well, I’ll start.”

"I see." Lily smiled a little, walking closer but stopping at a safe distance. "Still haven't received it?" "Wanted to romanticize my wife but failed." James lifted his gaze, finding his wife standing at a distance. James became annoyed with himself. "Romance isn't just about flowery rooms, Papa James." "So?" "How do the two of us, ignite romance so that it never dims. Until death." James' brow furrowed. "For example?" It was Lily's turn to chuckle. She slowly stepped closer, this time, her eyes were full of James' figure. She no longer wanted to enjoy his floor. James Adam, her husband, did not lower the intensity of his gaze. They both spoke through an airy gaze.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Once his figure disappeared from the conference room, Lucy stomped her foot in frustration. “James, why does he act like he hates me?” “He’s here for business, not romance,” James replied coolly. “Mr. Paterson has a reputation for keeping his distance from women. You should give up.” Lucy bristled. “What kind of brother are you? Other brothers help their sisters. You’re the only one trying to stop me.” Her eyes flashed with determination. “And this man? I’ve already decided. I’m going to win him.”

“I don’t think Miss Williams has spent a lot of time with President Henderson here, huh?” She smiled coldly, not knowing what was his intention. “I didn’t know Mr. Larson is such a busybody.” The latter ignored her and continued speaking to no one in particular. “Young Master Henderson is an expert in romance. I remember he did something so romantic that it almost shook the earth about two years ago!” “Michael Larson!” Matthew’s face fell as he called out to the man with his full name. His tone was filled with intimidation. “President Henderson, is it just me or do you seem slightly nervous?” Michael revealed an enigmatic smile. His eyes were filled with indifference.

“I love you, Lila Montgomery. You, this baby—you’re my family now. Grace can’t touch that.” I kissed him then, soft and sweet, until James bounded back in with his book. “Found it!” He paused, seeing us. “Were you kissing?” “Maybe.” Nick winked. “Problem with that?” James pretended to gag but smiled. “As long as you still read to me.” We settled into the fort, James between us as Nick read about dinosaurs and adventures. Eventually, James dozed off against my shoulder, his breathing deep and steady. “He’s out,” Nick whispered.

Patrick paused, dramatically looking down at his watch, “7PM. The time I promised I’d be here.” He grinned at me then and I had to lean against the door to give me strength. I hated how for the first time in my life my hormones were turning me into the heroines of those God-awful romance novels that had no spine and were so obnoxious you wondered why the hero even liked them in the first place. I didn’t say anything, so Patrick spoke again. “Is that what you’re wearing? I don’t think the restaurant has a specific dress code but I don’t think they appreciate cat-decorated pajamas and t-shirts with the words Rub for Luck on them.”