James Patterson Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

I folded my arms across my chest, challenging him. James grinned. “I read your manuscripts.” My stomach dropped. “And,” he continued, laughing, “Your descriptions of love are so cheesy. Your male character yearns for the female. Christian Blackwood doesn’t fit that narrative at all.” He shrugged. “I mean… am I wrong?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “I can see you’re fully recovered,” I muttered, “Considering you have the energy to badmouth the man who paid for your surgery.” “I’m not badmouthing him,” James defended, holding up his hands. “I’m just stating facts. You’re not the type to date someone like Christian Blackwood. Does he even buy you flowers? Know your favorite songs and all that? Or

She flings her arms around my neck and reaches up to kiss me, then she looks at James. He shakes his head, "It's from Michael, not me. I'm not even sure what this is all about." And I'm not going to tell you. This is mine.... She settles into an armchair, knees curled up, leafing through the pages of 'The Thousand and One Nights' looking at the pen and ink drawings and the colour plates, her expression rapt. I think we can call that a success.... "Nibbles, anyone?" I ask. Charlotte nods and returns her attention to the book. James grunts a 'Yes'. And as I stroll through to the kitchen, in search of bread and olives, I find myself humming.

James was clearly unhappy with their sudden appearance. Cheryl was exceptionally annoyed by the old man’s words too, her face was filled with disgust. ‘What do you mean by ‘spinster’? ‘I just have high standards for men!’ James replied, “What brings you here, Wilson? What makes you think I’d welcome you at my doorstep? Were you banned from working in Michigan? Is that why?” This old man was Patrick Wilson, he had quite a history with James. The two used to be apprentices under a famous doctor, they were like godbrothers. James was older than Patrick, so became the older brother.

She replied as they walked side by side towards the elevator. He pressed the button and when it opened, he allowed her to go in first and he followed suit. "So do you mind if we hang out this weekend? You can come to my place or I can come over to yours and you can take me out if you like." She smiled. "I will be very busy this weekend; maybe some other time." He said without a care in the world. The smile on Loretta's lips slowly faded away. As far as Loretta knew, It was not a crime to love someone. Ronald had hurt her feelings so many times but she never gave up on him and she never will.